I live in a dilapidated residential building on Beijing's North Fifth Ring Road. It's a very shabby, very dilapidated building.

The building has only two floors, like a university dormitory, door to door, and there are many rooms on both sides of the corridor, and one room is one household.

All rooms are the same size, about 20 square meters. Although it is simple, there are many guests, almost every room is occupied, the only difference is the number of people.

This popularity is not due to anything else, but simply because the rent is low---- monthly rent is only 500 yuan.

The monthly rent of 500 yuan can rent a regular two-bedroom apartment in my hometown, but in Beijing, I can only rent this kind of simple residence that can only shelter from the wind and rain, so that people can have a nest.

There are a lot of residents, mixed with fish and dragons, bachelors, and draggers. There are small white-collar workers like me who have just come to Beijing and have no economic foundation, and there are also migrant workers who speak with an accent that makes it difficult to understand their hometown, and there are also three shifts that start in the middle of the night

The special female workers who "go to work" are mixed with people from all walks of life

In the "snail dwelling", it is noisy and noisy, and it can be regarded as a very good place

"Popular" place. That day, as usual, I went back to my accommodation after work. I simply ate some fast food I bought, and still opened my laptop and read the news on the Internet.

It was about one o'clock in the morning, when it was time for me to go to bed, and I was just about to go to bed, when suddenly my phone rang.

I was shuddering, what the is it, and there are still harassing phone calls? I lazily picked up the phone on the bed, casually glanced at the phone screen, and immediately fell asleep, my heart suddenly began to beat violently, and my brain went blank...... Because the number displayed on the screen of the mobile phone is actually ---- my mobile phone number!

！ I admit to being brought up by the proletariat, I admit to being highly educated, I admit to being materialistic, but at the moment my brain is really short-circuited.

I think anyone who sees this strange scene at this midnight hour will lose consciousness for a moment. It's so weird!

My mind was finally pulled back by the constant noise of the ringing of my mobile phone, and I answered the phone tremblingly, my heart still pounding violently.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and the occasional noise of electricity could be heard, and I tried to calm my mind and said in a trembling voice

"Hello?". I can still ask

"Hello", which makes me feel very unreasonable and unreliable. But beyond that, I really don't know how to open my mouth to get through this mysterious call.

My brain is racing, how does my phone number get to my phone? My thoughts jumped quickly, and I analyzed that there were two reasons for this situation: first, it may be that the other party used the number change software to disguise it as my mobile phone number; Second, it may be that a friend is joking and secretly changes his name to my mobile phone number in my phone address book when I am not looking, so that when this friend calls me, it will show my mobile phone number.

I'm leaning more and more into the latter judgment. thereupon

"Figured out" the problem, and became bolder. The thought of being tricked into this kind of mess, I couldn't help but be furious and asked loudly

"Dude, let's not play like this, don't make trouble, what time is it, which one are you? If you don't speak, I'll be really angry! "I thought that if I saw through the scheme, they would giggle or laugh at me.

However, there was still silence. After a few minutes of stalemate, my hairs stood on end.

This oppressive feeling is very uncomfortable, and even makes people feel breathless. Cold sweat began to slide down my forehead, I wanted to hang up the phone, but I was driven by curiosity and couldn't help myself, I wanted to get the final answer, but the other party had no intention of revealing his identity.

What to do? I started to lose my heart. Is it really a number-changing software? It's impossible, the other party deliberately changed to my number and didn't respond to me with silence.

I swallowed and swallowed hard

"Dude, which one the hell are you? If you don't talk anymore, I'll hang up! Just when I really decided to end this unbearable silence, the other side spoke

"If you don't want to lose your brother, you'd better not hang up." The voice was so hoarse and ethereal that it was hard for me to imagine if this person was or not

"People". I swear that this voice will be deeply imprinted in anyone's heart when they hear it. Because this sound is really unbelievable, even the voice of the voice message machine will be much more pleasant than it.

In addition to the sound that shocked me, what terrified me even more

What "he" said. Lost my brother? What do you mean? The cold sweat on his head is no longer dripping, but dripping.

"Who the hell are you? No kidding. Is it Xiao Zhang? Or Brother Wang?" The other side obviously didn't eat my set, didn't pay attention to it at all, and the silence continued.

I felt like I was the prey of a beast snooping on me, struggling in vain with no chance of escaping.

Another minute or three minutes passed, and in short, time seemed to evaporate in such a strange environment.

"He" spoke again: "Something happened to the scholar, be careful." There are ghosts around you! After listening to this sentence, which seemed to float from a distant place, I felt as if my brain had been hit again.

Something happened to the scholar! We have ghosts all around us! There was a busy tone on the other end of the phone, and my whole body was stiff, and my shirt was already soaked.

I struggled to move my feet to the edge of the bed, and sat down with no strength to move, only gasping for air.

Who is this man? Why does my phone show my own phone number? What happened to the scholar? Got a ghost around?

Even as I get older, I can't make sense of the weirder message that comes with this weird and mysterious phone call.

Scholar, my college classmate, majoring in marketing. Although my major was not the same as mine, because of the dormitory opposite, I got along when I first registered, and I was mixed with all day during the next three years of college.

The man was of medium height, with a large round head, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses that obscured his small eyes.

In particular, the black beard around his mouth, which he himself considers the sexiest among men, makes him quite a bit of a scholar.

But after being with him for a long time, I have already seen through this board of people

"Scholar" atmosphere, in my eyes, I always feel that he is very much like the traitor translator in the red movie "Little Soldier Zhang Ga" that I watched when I was a child...... His real name is Han Yuan, and his parents run a large-scale private bookstore in their hometown, and according to the grapevine, his family's private bookstore has squeezed out all the local counterparts, large and small, and has a lot of strength.

Because Han Yuan's father is a member of the hometown calligraphy association, so he is familiar with it, Han Yuan also likes to scratch his head and make gestures, compose poems and splash ink, plus he takes advantage of the time and place to read a wide range of books, and his writing is really good, and he has published a few in some magazines and tabloids one after another

"Tofu block" has also become a little famous

"Literati". In addition, from childhood to adulthood, he has done all the events that the Young Pioneers should do, such as speeches under the national flag and perceptions at class meetings, so there is

The title "scholar". Scholars rely on the pit to be abducted and supposed

"Literati atmosphere" has really hooked up with many ignorant girls. When I was in college, I was the best friend with him, and when he was drunk, he bragged to me about how he was admired by girls and chased by when he was in his hometown.

But I've listened to my father since I was a child

"After drinking, the words of the wine can be believed but not trusted, it is credible because it spits the truth after drinking, and it is not credible because the truth will not be recognized when the wine wakes up."

So every time the scholar chattered, I took his words as a deaf ear, drank and spit out.

But later, when he was about to graduate from college, one day the scholar was depressed and complained to me that he had a good family member and wanted to come to Qinhuangdao to see him.

I said, "That's a good thing." As a result, the face of this board was full of sadness

"A good thing? It's good to have one, but what if there are three at once? And all three girls thought they were the only scholars...... Later, it was very dramatic, after the scholar only ate a bowl of instant noodles for each meal with a sad face, and lasted for a week, the three girls invariably couldn't come to Qin City to see him because of something.

Since then, this board man has been happy as usual, but the scholar is drunk

The "mantra" has also been confirmed on the side. After graduating from junior college, the scholar returned to his hometown in Henan

With the help of his old man, he infiltrated a small newspaper in Zhengzhou and became a reporter, and I also went to Heilongjiang because of my promotion.

Since then, for more than two years, from daily phone calls to occasional QQ chats, contact has gradually decreased, and we have never met again. This strange and mysterious phone call, pointing out that something had happened to the scholar, made me feel anxious.

I steadied myself, flipped through my phone to find the scholar's mobile phone number, and hesitated for a moment - after all, it was almost 2 o'clock in the morning, but remembering the hoarse and ethereal voice, I still dialed the scholar's number.

As a result, my mobile phone couldn't be connected, which made my heart even hairier. Think about it, it may be too late, it is estimated that the scholar will turn off the computer and go to sleep, or contact him at dawn to try.

I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep anyway. I don't think it's possible for anyone else to sleep peacefully.

I finally stayed up until dawn, I couldn't wait to call the scholar, but from early morning to noon, his mobile phone has been in a state of unreachable, I was secretly anxious, could it be that the scholar really had an accident?