The old lady in the phone booth only appears on the glass, not inside the phone booth. She is like a phantom, but her facial features are clear, so that people can see her expression clearly.

She looked at us, looking kind, and put one hand on Tang Wen's shoulder, as if to soothe Tang Wen's emotions.

Just looking at it, I can feel Tang Wen's excitement.

She hugged the microphone and cried hard, even more excited than when she was at Yu Xiaoqin before. She kept muttering the name Junjun and her deceased son.

Anyone has this kind of emotion about their deceased loved ones.

On another occasion, this is probably a touching scene. But that occasion only exists in movies.

I gritted my teeth and banged the phone booth hard a few times.

The phone booth bumped into me, but it didn't move.

Tang Wen's son was already a little frightened, and when he heard this movement, he came back to his senses, and hurriedly patted the door of the phone booth and called Tang Wen loudly.

Tang Wen may not be able to hear the voice outside the phone booth. Or maybe she couldn't hear anything other than the microphone.

That's not the way to go.

They didn't show any intent to attack, but almost all of the people who answered the phone before were dead!

My hand pressed on the phone booth.

with the ability to ...... Will Tang Wen in it be affected? Just give it a try...... Tang Wen is old, and she will not be easily erased by me.

I exhaled.

Abilities flow from the fingers and melt into the phone booth.

In an instant, I felt a vibration under my palm.

OK! It works!

As soon as I thought so, the door to the phone booth suddenly opened.

I was knocked out by this force and fell straight to the ground.

The back hit the ground, causing me to gasp in pain.

Damn it......

I got up from the ground.

Tang Wen finally noticed the movement, still holding the microphone in her hand, and slowly turned her head.

Yu Xiaoqin's mother appeared suddenly, no longer a shadow on the glass.

Her hand was still pressed on Tang Wen's shoulder, but her other hand was stretched out.

The hand suddenly became infinitely long, and grabbed Tang Wen's son's hair.

"Ahh

"Stop!" My eyes widened and I jumped up from the ground.

Suddenly, Tang Wen's son was arrested in a phone booth.

Boom!

The phone booth closes.

The two of them huddled together in the cramped space.

I saw that Tang Wen still had a stunned expression on her face.

The ghost's appearance was distorted, like a puff of smoke, and then it disappeared.

Wrong...... Wait a minute!

I rushed over.

The hand pressed on the phone booth.

The hand pressed into the air.

I fell to my knees because of inertia.

The phone booth is gone.

I looked up and saw nothing on the road. No phone booths, no people, and no ghosts.

It's gone......

I clenched my fists, and the pain was not intense.

The knuckles were red and swollen and bleeding a little, but I still didn't feel the pain.

The street lights were turned on at this point.

I suddenly felt a yin aura.

"The ......"

Turning my head sharply, I saw a teenager standing behind me.

His facial features looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, but his body was very thin and somewhat stunted.

There was a cramped and uneasy look on his face.

"That...... I'm sorry...... ...... just now"

I grabbed him by the wrist.

His wrists were so thin that I could easily circle his wrists, my hands tightened, and I could feel the muscles and bones under my skin being pinched tightly.

"Shhhh......h I ......"

"Are you the ghost in the phone booth?" I gritted my teeth.

You can't be wrong with this feeling, it's the same yin qi. It's not exactly the same, but there are a lot of things in common, like two people who are related by blood, and in some ways they will be very similar.

The boy's eyes rolled to avoid my gaze, "That's my ......"

"Let them out!" I snapped, "Otherwise, ......"

I used a little bit of power.

The boy jumped like a frightened rabbit and hurriedly said, "No, I can't do it!" ”

I slowly unleashed my powers.

The boy's appearance has changed, and the yin qi has been weakened somewhat, but it has not been resurrected because of this.

"Really! I can't control it anymore! I can't control it anymore! I didn't mean to! I can't help it! I can't control that phone booth anymore! He shouted at a shrill voice, his voice shaky and a little out of tune.

I stopped the ability.

He doesn't look like he's lying.

His appearance is strange in itself.

Maybe it's because they feel my abilities and want to use them for something.

"What do you want to do?" I asked bluntly.

This young man is not a thousand-year-old ghost, and his acting skills are seamless, he is really a hairy child.

Very naïve and naïve, and timid and cowardly, not very assertive.

Such children either have a strong guardian, or they are often bullied in school and life, and develop a cowardly and withdrawn character.

After I asked a question, he hesitated and did not dare to look at me, and every time he wanted to speak.

"What do you want to do? You didn't get kicked out of that phone booth when you showed up, did you? I said with a bit of sarcasm.

The boy lowered his head, one hand still being grasped, and the other hanging down.

I looked at the top of his head, a little irritated.

The situation is really troublesome.

Tang Wen's mother and son came over because of a phone call, and they were involved in a supernatural incident. I didn't expect the phone booths to pop up and ghosts associated with them. Anyway, I'm responsible for that.

The aggressive intent displayed by that phone booth also disturbed me.

It didn't attack Yu Xiaoqin.

I haven't been able to think of the difference. But it's bad news.

Very bad bad news.

The thought of another Zhang Yifeng eyeing me in other places that could attack me at any time made me even more irritable.

I grabbed the boy's hand and exerted some more force.

With tears in his eyes, he peeked at me, probably frightened by my expression, and immediately lowered his head, "I...... I see it...... That one...... That ability...... Can you, can you turn it back to its original state? ”

I raised my eyebrows, "Changed back to the way it was?" What did it look like? ”

"That's it, it's the phone ......booth," the boy's tears fell, "I'm dead inside...... No one found out...... Long...... Long...... When I woke up again, it was with me. Originally, it was just together, staying in one place. I didn't do anything...... It's, it's going to eat people now...... I can't stop ......."

The teenager apparently had something to hide. He's not good at lying.

I thought about it and called the thin and fat people first.

This is not the right place to talk.

Thinking of the missing Tang Wen's mother and son, I called Chen Xiaoqiu again.

The nearest camera in the vicinity is also at the intersection ahead, so I can't capture where I am now.

But the person is missing, and if you want to investigate, you will definitely find me.

This is not the time for me to respond to police interrogations.

"Can you get the phone booth out?" I finished two phone calls and asked the teenager.

He shook his head in frustration, "Yes, but ......"

"But what?" I asked impatiently.

"Ah...... But, but it's now, in digestion ......," the teenager stammered.

My face changed in an instant.

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