It was said that he was under great pressure to study, and the three-mode exam drove him crazy. However, although this kid is a scholar, he is very smart, and he usually doesn't work too hard, maybe it's a genetic mental illness in the family!

Now that you know who it is, it's easy to find the file again. The archivist quickly helped us find his file, and after we recorded the phone number and address, we said goodbye to the archivist and left.

The first thing I did when I left here was to call the classmate's home. His name is Wang Ziyi, I think what is the relationship between him and Zhang Ziyi.

If the person who took the picture of me yesterday was indeed Wang Ziyi, then he would definitely not be at home now, because his home is more than 800 kilometers away from the school, and he can't go back for one night.

The phone was quickly connected, and a cold voice came from the other side: Hello, who are you looking for.

Excuse me, is it Wang Ziyi's home? I asked.

There was silence for a moment, and then the hostess's cold voice said: You made the wrong call.

After that, the phone hung up.

I immediately checked the number and made sure it was correct. This phone was seven years ago, maybe Wang Ziyi's family had already changed the phone.

Just when I was desperate, that phone call actually came back to me. I was stunned for a moment, thinking to myself, why did he call back? Could it be that you just hid something from me?

I answered the phone without hesitation, but I didn't expect there to be a snoring pant from there, as if someone had been choked by the neck and couldn't speak at all.

I knew there was a situation over there, so I hurriedly asked: Hey, hello, why don't you speak? Hello

No matter how I say hello, I just don't speak, I'm still stupidly feeding, feeding.

Du Xiaocui is much more sensitive than me, and immediately shouted: What are you doing in a daze, call the police, there is danger over there.

I came back to my senses, and without hesitation, I dialed 110 and explained the situation to them, but they didn't believe it at first, suspecting that I was reporting false police. But I told them I heard knives and shouts for help, and they agreed to contact the police in the area to find out.

After hanging up, I called that number again. However, it was a prompt that the line was busy, and I dialed it several times in a row, so I had to give up and quietly wait for the Public Security Bureau to call me.

About an hour later, I was finally contacted by the police and asked me what I had to do with their family.

I said that I called my old classmate and called Wang Ziyi, but I don't know how it was another person who answered the phone.

The police informed me that Wang Ziyi had already moved out and that it was a new resident. But just now, the occupant also died.

I was cold and frozen. He's dead, is that purely a coincidence? I don't believe it.

I was dumbfounded, a little overwhelmed.

How did he die? I asked.

Judging from the traces at the scene, he drank 30 bottles of Coke and killed himself. The police said: But we still have to investigate, you keep your mobile phone on 24 hours a day, we may contact you at any time to understand some information.

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone. But how could I give up, and immediately dialed back. The other party seemed to be a little tired of me, but he still patiently asked: What else is going on?

Then I want to ask where Wang Ziyi has moved to now, do you have his contact information? I asked.

Wang Ziyi came back from school seven years ago and died in this house, so his family moved out. The police said.

My phone snapped and fell to the ground, and I was stunned. He's dead? So the ghost who took the picture of me yesterday?

I was trembling, and when I picked up the phone again, I found that the other party had already hung up.

It's a ghost, damn it, this is the real ghost. I gasped and felt bad.

, which ghost is hurting me? I had a headache and couldn't cry or laugh: I have to die to understand.

When I was desperate, my roommate Wang Lei, who was hospitalized, actually called me. Listening to his tone, it seemed to be full of fear: Brother Song, do you have time? Come here, I have something to discuss with you.

Leizi, what's the matter? I knew that Wang Lei must have important clues to tell me when he was looking for me, so he said busily.

Come on, come on. Wang Lei's tone was crying: Hurry up.

After hanging up the phone, I was about to go downstairs in a hurry, and Du Xiaocui had to follow me.

And I don't even know whether Du Xiaocui is good or bad now, so I'm not going to take her with me. But it seemed as if the girl had to get to the bottom of the matter, and my obstruction was meaningless to her, and she followed me anyway.

It is said that ghosts are afraid of the sun, and I insisted on leading this girl to the sun several times, but this girl was not afraid at all, so I wondered what the hell was going on.

Is this girl telling the truth? So what happened when I saw her on the rooftop? I don't believe in any delusions, for me, it's ridiculous.

Now that Wang Lei has come to his senses, when I arrive, I must first ask Wang Lei what he saw that night.

When I came to the hospital, I found Wang Lei curled up on the bed, looking at me in fear. I hurriedly asked: Leizi, are you okay?

Wang Lei nodded, and then looked at Du Xiaocui next to him. After all, what he was going to tell me was a very strange thing, so it was not appropriate for outsiders to be present. But since Du Xiaocui has seen all kinds of weirdness, and she is still an expert, it doesn't hurt for her to listen to it.

I said, "It's okay, most of the people in our school's interest group here know how to be their own people."

Wang Lei relaxed at this time: Brother Song, do you know someone named Wang Ziyi?

Wang Ziyi? As soon as Wang Lei said this, my hair exploded all over my body. We just investigated Wang Ziyi, how did Wang Lei know? I hurriedly asked: Do you know Wang Ziyi? How do you know?

Wang Lei handed me a notebook in his hand: Brother Song, this is what Wang Ziyi asked me to hand over to you.

Looking at the yellowed notebook, I shuddered: Wang Ziyi asked you to hand it over to me? Have you seen him?

Wang Ziyi is dead, so what Wang Lei saw may be a ghost.

But Wang Lei sighed: Brother Song, you may not believe it, this happened just now.

It turned out that when Wang Lei was sleeping in Zhengxiang, he suddenly heard someone shouting to himself. When I opened my eyes, I saw a tall and thin man standing in front of a hospital bed. He said to him in a hoarse voice, "Give me this diary."

Then he put the notebook next to Wang Lei's pillow and left. Wang Lei was cold all over his body, and after opening his eyes, he realized that he was dreaming. He turned his head to go back to sleep, but at a glance he saw the notebook next to his pillow, exactly like the one in his dream.

Wang Lei knew that it was definitely not a dream just now, so he was scared, so he hurriedly called me.

It must be Wang Ziyi's ghost who came to Wang Lei, just to ask him to transfer this notebook to me. But I wondered, why didn't he hand it over to me personally, but asked Wang Lei to hand it over to me?

Du Xiaocui said: There must be something wrong with this notebook, hurry up and open it to see what is recorded in it.

Du Xiaocui urged.

I nodded, then cautiously flipped the notebook open. However, what struck me as strange was that the notebook was blank and there was not a single word written at all.

Are you sure you're not kidding me? I looked at Wang Lei and asked.

Wang Lei couldn't cry or laugh: Brother Song, it's too late to hide from you, the plague god now, how can I tease you? Hurry up, stay with you for a while, I feel unlucky.

I looked at Du Xiaocui: Xiaocui, what do you think?

What else can you see? Du Xiaocui said: Look at it at night. What the ghost writes, of course, can't be seen during the day.

I nodded: it makes sense.

I looked at Wang Lei again and said: Your fingers are okay, right?

Wang Lei showed me my fingers, and I found that the recovery was not bad.

What did you see that night? I asked, "How did you scare you like that?"

Wang Lei said: Brother Song, that thing is too evil, I think

As he spoke, he looked at Du Xiaocui again, and it was obvious that he didn't want Du Xiaocui to be there.

I looked at Du Xiaocui, and Du Xiaocui glanced at the two of us angrily: the two big men were chattering, careful eyes, cut.

After saying that, he turned around and left. And I looked at Wang Lei and asked: What the hell is going on?