Who the hell is she? If it's a GUI (I'm afraid of this word, so I'll use pinyin instead), how can I play with my phone? Could it be some robber pretending? I measured the distance between the tablet at the head of the bed and myself with my eyes, and made sure I could reach it in two steps. I made up my mind that if someone rushed in, I would use it as a weapon and smash it at them.

I remembered that Minister Zheng said that I could find him directly for anything, so I quickly stabilized my mind, clicked on the "contact" on my mobile phone, found his number and dialed it.

There was a blind tone on the phone. Damn it! There was no signal.

The phone rang again, and the message from WE3126 came again. "Are you still there?" Does this mean I'm still online? Or do I mean I'm still out of the room? in order to carry out his plan of robbery. I can't be sure of the other party's intentions. I decided to keep quiet.

I put my eyes together in the gap between the two planks. I'm sure many people will subconsciously put their palms on their foreheads when peeking through the cracks in the door, and at this time, my palms are also placed between my forehead and the wooden plank, as if I am afraid that the other party will hurt my eyes if they push the door.

Suddenly, my somewhat short-circuited brain warned me not to do this kind of maneuver lest I see something I shouldn't see. I shook my hand away from above my eyes as if it were on fire.

Shen's mother's words came true. When I lowered the pergola, I didn't find anyone outside the door, only the shadows of the trees swaying in front of the building.

The rain twisted into a whip and thumped on the door panel. The phone is still ringing. Or the same sentence: "Are you still there?" The distance display is still "one meter". She's still outside the door.

After a stalemate for a while, I suddenly gained courage, and perhaps it was my unyielding character that played a role. It could also be that the other party's pressing provoked me. Add it, add it, I'm not afraid of you. Click "Allow". WE3126 appears in my "Moments". I sent a message in the past: I hate people playing pranks on me the most!

The other party replied: No.

Every few seconds, another message came out that I couldn't read: Don't you know I'm waiting for you? This way of speaking is very similar to that nervous Lin Xiaowan.

Nowadays, women like men to have a honey mouth, and the more greasy and crooked they are, the more they like it. But it's not so easy for a woman to be tired of a man. Either this man is super handsome, or the switch Mercedes-Benz BMW has money and power. And I grew up in an orphanage, withdrawn, silent, dull-looking, neither handsome nor rich, and it is unlikely that a woman will do this to me. This is likely to be someone else's trick.

"I don't know you?"

"I can tell you what's going on."

"You say."

The other party sent a voice file. I clicked, and a series of hollow, eerie voices rang out in the air, hoarse. Condensation, like a radio signal that is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, intermittent, and cannot distinguish any meaning, as if it comes from the underworld.

"Do you hear that?" She quickly sent another string of texts.

I was scared out of my body.

"I'll make it clear to you face to face, you let me in." She said.

The door began to shake violently. She seemed to become extremely agitated and began to push the door desperately.

I desperately pressed against the door. At this critical moment, I was in a hurry and typed two lines with one hand: Show me your ID card. I'll let you in.

If she gave me the kind of magnetic card that is in use now, it proves that she is a human and not a ghost, and I will go out and beat her. I hope she has at least enough credentials to prove that she's a normal person.

A square card was tucked into the crack of the door.

I shone it with the weak blue light of my phone and found it to have a rough surface. Yellow, it is clearly the dark paper burned when going to the grave, and there are strange symbols chiseled out of chisels on it. It's like a spell from hell. It should be said that if she is spoofing. By this time, her purpose had been achieved. I almost fainted from the little card.

I took my nerve and wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead. With the hand holding the phone, he put it to the corner of his forehead, and saw several strange lines of text appear on the piece of paper. Due to my long-term study of ancient paintings, I have studied a lot of ancient characters, and I recognize them as oracle bone inscriptions from the Yin Shang period, although they have been somewhat deformed, they are still faintly recognizable:

Shang (Wang) Zu Geng for ten years

Zuo's Wan'er

woman

Panlong City Courtyard Bay people's

……

There are a few more words at the end, which I don't recognize. But those few lines were enough to surprise me. I know that there was indeed a Shang king named Zu Geng in the middle and late Shang Dynasty, but Wan'er was just the heroine of my book "The Return of the Dragon".

In other words, Wan'er is an ancient character I made up of fiction.

My finger clicked a string of text on the screen and sent it over: "Are you Wan'er?" ”

"yes. Do you remember? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, how is that possible?"

"My ID card has been given to you, why don't you believe it?"

"If you're Wan'er, then you can't let you in."

"Are you still afraid of a woman like me?"

I was outraged by her words, but I tried to keep my sanity. I said, "Anyway, you can't be Wan'er. ”

"How can I convince you?"

"Wan'er is my fiction, and my Wan'er has been dead for more than 3,000 years, and it has long been rotten into mud. If you're really Wan'er, that's terrible. "The thousand-year-old zombie of immortality flashed in my mind.

"You're so pedantic that you think it's your fiction. You must know that it is the real experience of your past life, you just thaw the memories lurking in your head and make a real record. ”

"People don't have past lives."

"If I hadn't been resurrected by accident, I wouldn't have believed that people had past lives. The painting in your hand tells me that you are the reincarnation of Zuo Lie, and Zuo Lie is your previous life, otherwise, how could you have this painting. ”

Innate knowledge and experience have taught me that fiction cannot become reality, and that it is impossible for a person to be reincarnated and resurrected after death.

"How is that possible?" I noticed that my tone was starting to become less firm.

After a few seconds, she seemed to be silent for a moment, and then sent another message: "I have to tell you, you are in danger right now. I'm coming to save you. ”

I quickly glanced around me.

"What's in danger of me? Because I have a painting that is priceless? ”

……

She was silent for a long time and replied: I can't say.

You're just.

Are you really in danger?

So what danger do you tell me?

Can't say.

Why?

After a moment of silence: this is a heavenly opportunity.

You're playing tricks. Who are you?

I'm Wan'er. You're really in danger. You have to be careful.

Wan'er? By the way, WE is the abbreviation of Pinyin for these two words. WE3126 in front of WE refers to Wan'er. So does 3126 refer to her birthday? If it is a birthday, then the first two values should represent the month, can only be a number in the 0-12 range, it cannot be 31, unless it represents the last two digits of the year, such as 97 in 1997, but 31 is on behalf of 1931, then she is too old, 83 years old, people who can play mobile dating tools at this age are too rare, and it is definitely a strange era. But what if it doesn't represent a year? I remembered that I used the number 3126 in the book "The Dragon Returns to the Armor", which is the background of the time in which the story takes place: 3126 years ago, a woman named Wan'er finally met her husband Zuo Lie, whom she had been waiting for for 20 years, but as soon as they met, she fell under the traitor's arrow and died.

Why did this woman use "WE3126" as the contact name? Maybe she happened to read my book. But how did she know that I was looking for the origin of the paintings? And who told him this? Several people who have come into contact with my ancient paintings: Aunt Zhu, Shen Ma, Editor-in-Chief Li, and the thin archaeologist, they are thousands of miles away in Hebei, besides, except for Editor-in-Chief Li who knows that I am in Panlong City, the other three people do not know my whereabouts at all. By whose command did this man find me?

By the way, there is another person who is suspicious, that is, Xiaowan of the Ministry of Security, she also saw the ancient paintings, and she also said a bunch of inexplicable words, especially the sentence "I will let you know" impressed me deeply. If Xiao Wan knew that this painting was worth a lot of money, she might also covet it, but how could an ordinary security girl know the value of this painting, even if she had the intention to commit a robbery, she still had to measure whether she was my opponent, you must know that she was just a weak woman who walked without making a sound. From a rational point of view, if she has a bad heart for my paintings, she should be sneaky, and she should not add me as a friend and talk to me, because this will only make me suspicious and start to guard against her, which is not good for her.

My mind raced, analyzing the possibilities, but I couldn't find a plausible answer.

On the other hand, I do feel that this Wan'er really cares about me. But I don't know if it's because I created her with a keyboard, and she's grateful, or because I'm the Zuo Lie she has been waiting for for 3,000 years?

A terrible thought crossed my mind: Could it be that this woman named Wan'er was really real as she said? Is it a ghost girl who has been haunted for 3,000 years? In an instant, the unreal and the real, the historical and the modern, intertwined in my mind into an inescapable net, firmly covering me.

Suddenly, a stick jumped out of the darkness and hit me in the shoulder. I fell to the ground, my limbs twitching, unable to stand up again, but my consciousness was still clear, and I saw my phone fall to the ground and a string of characters appeared on the screen: I'm in.

A white shadow entered through the wall and scuffled with the black shadow that suddenly appeared in the room.

It turns out that she can enter through walls.

I saw someone pass through the wall again, oh my!

It's over, and the white and black shadows are fighting for my backpack. There's my old painting in there.

I completely fainted. (To be continued......)