The next day, Ning Qianyun woke up early in the morning, to be precise, he was woken up by fright.

He dreamed that someone opened the door with a hexie key, came in, searched desperately in the house, did not know what he was looking for, and then went to his bed and sat down, staring at him, and finally before dawn, the man quietly left.

Ning Qianyun didn't remember who this person was, and he didn't remember how to wake up scared.

"Luckily, it's just a dream." Ning Qianyun pressed his temples, hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, and when he came back and passed by the living room, he subconsciously glanced at the things on the table.

A pen, a photograph, and a bouquet of withered roses.

Ning Qianyun retracted his gaze, took two steps, suddenly thought of something, immediately walked to the table, fumbled for the only thing on the table in a panic, and then lay on the ground to look for it, and finally found it in the most corner of the sofa.

He thought that the keys and cards that he had placed on the table last night were gone, and then he remembered that he had deliberately hidden them in the corner under the sofa before going to bed last night.

But the shadow in my heart still lingers, after all, last night's dream was too real, it really looked like someone had come in.

Ning Qianyun felt a chill in his back, or there was a pair of eyes staring at his every move in a corner, and that person, he (she) still had a lot of **.

"Want to know who I am?"

"I am the willow, the poplar of the poplar, the willow of the willow."

Could it really be willow?

Ning Qianyun flipped through these cards of different colors in his hand, he almost forgot what Yang Liu looked like, besides, he hadn't been in touch for so many years, how could she find him?

No, it's not a simple prank.

Ning Qianyun thought of calling the police, and immediately got up from the ground to find his mobile phone, and when he just pressed "11", he suddenly thought that how could the police believe such a ridiculous thing, and he might think that he was insane and sent himself to a mental hospital. In a short story written by Ning Qianyun, there is such a plot.

"Yes, find her!" Ning Qianyun thought of a person and quickly dialed her number in the address book of her mobile phone.

Doodoo ......

"Who?" It seemed to be noisy on the other end of the phone, like it was in the middle of a city.

"It's me, you Brother Yun, help me find someone."

"Brother Yun, why did you change your number again?"

"I'll talk about this later, help me find someone, Yang Liu, just our senior classmate."

"Willow? I haven't heard from her for many years, what's wrong? ”

"I'll explain to you then, I know you have a way, let me know as soon as you find it."

"Okay, okay, I'm busy now, so let's not talk about it, bye."

The other end of the phone had already hung up the phone, Ning Qianyun put down the phone and pressed his temples, maybe he was really tired. I hope she can find Yang Liu's whereabouts as soon as possible, and then the truth will be revealed.

Every writer who writes horror and suspense stories hopes that the horror they write is just a story. Because when horror does happen, they are often more vulnerable than the reader thinks, and probably no one can be more afraid than they are. Only if they themselves are scared can they write horror and suspense stories that readers can empathize with.

However, Ning Qianyun hasn't lost his mind yet, he is sorting out these things.

At present, there are only two situations, one is that these things are related to Yang Liu, and it is likely that she did it, and the reason is unknown; The second is that these things have nothing to do with Yang Liu, and someone deliberately did these things in her name, and the purpose is also unknown.

Thinking of this, all the clues are broken.

Ning Qianyun looked left and right at this graduation photo, and didn't see anything special, just one person missing. After a night, the rose has withered away, like a woman waiting to die of old age. Only the fountain pen is still brand new, it has never been opened, and the words "Made in China" are engraved on the raised part of the financial tail.

"By the way, how did I forget about it." Ning Qianyun patted his head and said.

It occurred to him that these things had been delivered by a courier yesterday afternoon. In this case, then there must be the sender's name and number in the document of the express package.

Ning Qianyun dug out the package sent by the courier yesterday afternoon under the table, and although he was rudely torn by himself, he could still see the words on it.

Sender: Miss Yang

Contact number: 1344556677X

"Miss Yang? Could it really be willow! Ning Qianyun frowned, and his hand holding the slip trembled a little, "But why does the phone number appear 'X'?" ”

There is a possibility that the last digit of the identity will appear "X", but I have never heard of a phone number that will also appear in this thing.

"It could be a clerical error by the courier, it could be '4'." Ning Qianyun had read a lot of books on psychology, and logical analysis was his forte, so he decided to call him personally, and there was a 1 in 10 probability that two Miss Yang would appear, which was very unlikely.

The mantissa of the first dial was 0, and the person who answered the phone was a man with a strong voice, "Hey, who's it?" ”

Ning Qianyun hung up the phone immediately, Miss Yang couldn't be a man.

Then call in turn, the mantissa 3, 5, 6, 7 are empty numbers, and the mantissa .0, 2, 4, and 8 are all calls answered by men, of course, it is not excluded that they happened to be received by the hostess's man, such as her husband, so Ning Qianyun recorded them.

Now there is only the mantissa 9 left, and before Ning Qianyun entered this number, he hesitated, "If this person is really Miss Yang, or Yang Liu, how should I ask her, do you send me something?" ”

Curiosity killed the cat, Ning Qianyun put down the mobile phone in his hand, he decided to eat something first, and then consider whether to make this call.

Breakfast is simpler than anything else, a bag of bread, a bottle of nutrition express, if it is usual, after eating these, Ning Qianyun has already started to code words in front of the computer, the life of a writer is always very simple, in other words, it is called simple life.

Doodoo ......

The mobile phone on the sofa rang, and when he got closer, the mantissa was the number of 9, but the number in front was not what the express document left, it was an unfamiliar number, and the anxious ringtone urged Ning Qianyun to press the answer button, but he didn't speak immediately, and he even held his breath.

I only heard a woman's voice on the other end, "Is it Ning Qianyun?" ”

The voice is slightly anxious, and the speed of speech is very fast, so that people can know what is big at a glance.

"Yes, you are?"

"I'm Yang Liu, we're high school classmates, have you forgotten?"

"Are you really Willow?" Ning Qianyun was a little broken when he said this, maybe he was too excited.

"Yes, I called to tell you, you have to be careful of my sister." When Yang Liu said the last sentence, his voice seemed to be deliberately low, which made people feel very weird.

"What sister?"

"I have a twin sister named Yang Zi, she disappeared a few days ago, and I found out she was sending you something before she disappeared, so I think she must have found you." The more Yang Liu spoke, the more anxious he became, and the speed of his speech was very chaotic, "By the way, she also took my ID card, she is likely to go to you, if you see her, please tell me immediately, because ...... She had a mental problem. ”

"Good...... Good. Ning Qianyun was confused by the speed of her speech, and forcibly held back a few "good" words.

"Well, thank you."

"Hehe, you're welcome, huh...... How are you doing? ”

“……”

"Hey, are you still there? Willow, willow ......"

The other end of the phone was suddenly interrupted, Ning Qianyun frowned and saw his mobile phone screen, it turned out that this rotten mobile phone had no signal, in this densely populated urban village, the mobile phone signal has always been so poor.

Ning Qianyun waited for a few minutes, but the phone was still in a state of complete no signal, so he had to give up.

Originally, Ning Qianyun wanted to ask Yang Liu how he knew his number, but now that he thinks about it, forget it, in this unbearable era, personal information leakage is nothing new.

It's just that last night's incident was terrible, who the hell was the person who came in?

Could it really be her sister?

Ning Qianyun couldn't help but shudder when she thought of what Yang Liu said just now, "She has a bit of a mental problem. "This shows that her sister is a psychopath, and a mentally ill person is staring at her, which is far more terrible than being targeted by a murderer, because you can never guess what she is going to do to you next.

Ning Qianyun drank a glass of cold water, calmed down a little, rubbed his tired eyes with his hands, and then leaned back on the soft sofa, as if he didn't sleep well last night, so that now his mind is full of the appearance of willows in high school, melon seed face, willow eyebrows, and oblique bangs that can tug at the heartstrings, I can't get tired of thinking about it, I don't know what she has become now. He thought as he saved the number he had just put into his phone.

"My name is willow, poplar of poplars, willows of willows."

Before he knew it, he was asleep on the comfortable couch.

This time, he had another dream, in which he saw someone come in, walk up to him, sit down next to him, lean his head lightly, and just as he was about to wake up, the man left again without a sound.