Zhang Xiaoxu was surfing the Internet at home, when he heard his mobile phone ring suddenly, he picked up the mobile phone suspiciously and saw that the caller was a string of unfamiliar phone numbers.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhang?" A strange man's voice came from the phone.

"Well, you're?"

"I'm a courier, here's a package for you, are you at home now?"

Zhang Xiaoxu was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly agreed:

"Oh...... At home, you just come up and knock on the door. ”

Hanging up the phone with the courier, Zhang Xiaoxu felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, because the upcoming package was mailed to him by his idol, and it was a precious autographed book.

Zhang Xiaoxu rubbed his hands excitedly, and hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash his face, and when he finished washing, there was a knock on the door.

"It's coming, it's coming."

Zhang Xiaoxu ran to the door quickly, and when he opened the door, he saw a courier holding a package standing outside the door, but his face was not very good-looking.

Zhang Xiaoxu didn't even look at the courier's face, and the courier didn't rub anything, and when he saw him come out, he hurriedly stuffed the package in his hand into his hand like throwing an explosive bag:

"Your package, please sign for it."

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaoxu wrote his name with a few strokes and sent the courier away.

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Xiaoxu couldn't wait to tear open the wrapping paper on the outside of the package, and then revealed a rectangular cardboard box.

Zhang Xiaoxu's heart was inexplicably tight, and he didn't know what was going on, but this box actually gave him a strong sense of oppression. His hands stiffened slightly, but the stiffness only lasted for a moment, and the next moment it was back to normal.

Because he didn't think that a box would have anything at all, and this thing was mailed to him by his idol Li Zhengyang himself, and it was an autographed book of his dreams.

As this frenzy emerged, Zhang Xiaoxu didn't feel depressed and uncomfortable in his heart. He hurriedly tore up the "packaging box" again, but in the process he was a little surprised to find that the box could not be torn at all, and if he wanted to open it, he had to open it from the side normally.

Zhang Xiaoxu didn't fight with a box either, he turned the box over and quickly opened one side of it.

The moment he opened the box, he reached into it without looking, trying to take out the signed book inside. However, as soon as his hand reached in, it retracted like an electric shock, because he had just ...... He seems to have touched a human face!

Zhang Xiaoxu swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty. Then he looked into the box with some strange looks. It was pitch black inside, completely covered in a thick mass of hair.

"Prank?"

The hair in the box made Zhang Xiaoxu secretly speechless, perhaps because he had read too many horror novels, so that he had already begun to think about what kind of hair this was.

But in the moment he was stunned, the hair that was originally crowded in the box suddenly moved, and then a large piece of hair came out of the box.

"Ahh

Seeing that these hairs turned out to be alive, Zhang Xiaoxu was immediately frightened and screamed, but before he could retreat, his neck was already entangled in a ball of hair.

The huge force coming from his neck made Zhang Xiaoxu unable to speak. His body struggled desperately, but the breath of life was passing rapidly.

The box that had fallen to the ground was still vibrating violently, as if something was trying to get out of it. Zhang Xiaoxu looked at the qiē that was happening in front of his eyes in great shock, but at this moment. He only watched with his eyes wide open and despaired, because his whole body was already entangled in the mass of hair, and he couldn't move at all.

Then he saw a scene that completely suffocated him!

He saw the thing that came out of the box...... He could see what it looked like......

And in the moment of seeing it clearly. Zhang Xiaoxu was also scared to death.

Not long after Zhang Xiaoxu's death, in a low house in a residential area, a man was sitting on the sofa in a cold sweat. It was obvious that his clothes had been soaked through the cold sweat that was constantly oozing.

This man is the same courier who sent Zhang Xiaoxu the death courier before, and he can't remember how many similar couriers he has delivered in the past two days.

Yes, I can't remember exactly, because every time he sends a parcel, it is a package with the same packaging.

It wasn't the company's courier, in fact he had quit his job two days ago out of fear. But the package was still haunting him, and every time it reappeared at his home shortly after he sent it.

And then...... Continue to threaten his life!

He had tried countless ways, discarded, burned, torn apart, but none of them could destroy it or get it away from him. The only way is to give it to the designated person as instructed, but whoever accepts the parcel will die.

As for this instruction, it came from the desktop computer that he had placed in the corner. At this moment, the computer's display is still on, but it's just ...... That's not what he turned on!

It was turned on automatically by the computer, or rather, by the ghost he couldn't see or touch, but could feel it very clearly!

"Smack...... Smack......"

At this time, a series of keystrokes suddenly sounded in the extremely quiet room, and the source of the sound was the desktop computer, which sounded like someone was typing on the computer, and the sound of messages sounded from time to time, indicating that the typing "person" was chatting with someone.

But in fact, there was no one there.

It started again, and the ghost thing he couldn't see started chatting again, and every time it finished talking, it would use the computer to indicate where he would deliver the next delivery.

The courier's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he seemed to realize something, and he saw him turn his head sharply, and then his face became even more ugly.

The package, which had only been sent by him for a short time, appeared neatly on his desk once again.

There is no doubt that his house is haunted and that he is helping a ghost kill someone! But if he doesn't help, he will be the one who dies.

"Dididi......!!!"

Just as he was struggling, the computer suddenly screamed "Di Di Di". The voice was all too familiar to him, because it was a reminder that it was time for him to deliver again. (To be continued......)