Because of all the fears just now, I forgot to contact foreign aid. Since I can't get out, I can use my mobile phone to call the police and call for help. Whatever the reason, if the police can find me, I can get away with it.

Now that I think about it, it is possible that Liu Xiaohua simply forgot all this after encountering these things, so she didn't even call the police, and fled directly.

I sighed and silently prayed that Liu Xiaohua's spirit in the sky would bless me and not die here.

took out the mobile phone and quickly broadcast the alarm call, but there was a prompt from the mobile phone that your mobile phone was in arrears.

This shouldn't be, we all know that the alarm call is free, how can it prompt my phone to shut down? Generally speaking, mobile phones have emergency numbers, and calls are free, but this scene in front of me can't help but make me give up hope of struggling. My only hope of surviving is gone.

I sat on the floor, leaning against the counter, my back pressed against the glass of the counter. With a sigh of relief, is it all like the old beggar left me with that word? Is it all fate?

Seriously, I don't want to die. I haven't seen the beauty of this world yet, my parents need my filial piety, Liu Yanyan is still waiting for me to marry her, I can't just give up.

But I can't do anything now. My tears ran down my cheeks, and the whole convenience store was my sobbing, I was sorry for my parents, and I was sorry for Liu Yanyan.

I looked at the time, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and I fumbled my hand to the counter. There was a paper drawer somewhere, and I wanted to wipe my tears with the paper, but I fumbled for a while and didn't touch it at all.

Standing up, it was difficult to stand up with his hands on the ground, his legs were still very weak, and it was so difficult to stand up. I guessed that it would take me at least two minutes just to stand up, but after I stood up, I looked down at the counter, and the paper drawer was not on the counter at all.

I looked around, looking for a paper drawer, when the electric rod above my head suddenly flickered. This sudden flash really scared me, and cold sweat flowed out instantly.

After stabilizing his mind, there was a sudden sound of "rubbing" on the phone, which was very similar to the kind of black and white dots that appeared when there was no program on the old black-and-white TV.

The ensuing events brought my nerves to the brink of collapse, and I didn't know if the flashing of the electric rod had been re-closed by someone or something. But the computer's screen has been turned off and is now restarting.

I was the only one in the entire gas station, and there was nothing but me to breathe. How I wish there was a dog or a cat here, and that would ease my fears.

But it's often just a matter of wishing, and I hold on to the glass on the counter with both hands. Through the light of the glass and the light, I could see how pale and frighteningly pale my face was reflected on the glass.

His hair was a little unkempt, but his face was not a little bloody, and he looked like a person who had taken too many drugs. The weakness made me even more desperate.

Just as I was looking at myself on the glass, a hand suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and the hand slapped on the glass with a crisp "pop" sound.

I took a step back and sat straight on the floor, the pain in my ass only made me feel like I was alive.

The hand was a little dry, and the skin was very dark, like a long-dead one, with no flesh and blood, only dry skin tightly wrapped around the bones. The hands no longer have the same skin as before, and it is impossible to tell whether they are men or women.

Just as I was terrified, another hand came out from below and slapped it on the table. The sound that came out seemed to hit me in the heart.

What the hell is this? My eyes widened as I looked at those two hands. A black thing was slowly emerging from the counter, it was hair, and I knew that the head of the owner of the hands was coming out.

I held my breath and didn't even dare to catch my breath. But this unknown thing in front of me seemed to be deliberately torturing my nerves, and when I thought he was going to come out, he didn't come out for a long time. The movements were very slow, and it was almost death torture for me.

Gradually, the head appeared, and a pair of hollow eyes rose from behind the counter. There were no pupils in those eyes, only the whites of the eyes. It stared at me and made my whole body hairy, and I even forgot my fear and fear, and just sat there and stared at those eyes.

I didn't run away, not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't have the strength at all. I didn't even have the strength to stand up, I couldn't avoid it, I closed my eyes, waited for death to come, for that thing that I don't know what to end my life.

"Run, run!"

Just when I gave up all resistance and wanted to die, a voice came from somewhere and reached my ears. I opened my eyes suddenly, only to see that the thing was already lying on the counter, with its hands stretched forward, crawling towards me.

The voice is somewhat familiar, like Liu Xiaohua's, but I'm not sure if it's exactly. Because this sound seems to have been processed when it was sent out.

"Run, quick."

The voice came again, and I don't know where the strength came from, I got up from the ground and rushed towards the door. As I ran, I took a look at the thing, and it stood up and chased after me quickly.

Your uncle, ghosts chase people. I cursed, reached for the handle, pulled open the glass door, and escaped.

I was wrong, and I was really wrong this time. When he escaped, I don't know what suddenly grabbed my feet, because of the incoordination of my legs, I leaned forward and headed directly towards the ground.

I fell to the ground and lost all consciousness and fell unconscious.

When I woke up, I saw a man in a white coat standing in front of me. She was very beautiful, and I thought there were no angels in this world, but when I saw that girl, I believed that there were angels in this world.

She was busy in front of me, not knowing what she was doing. My eyes were squinted, my ears couldn't hear anything, and I couldn't feel any pain all over my body. My first reaction was, I'm dead, this time I'm really dead.

The old beggar was right, it was all fate. Liu Xiaohua really didn't want me to have anything to do, but when the Northeast man saw through it, he deliberately wanted to cover up Mizhang to deceive me, so that I could believe his words and use it to achieve the goal of killing me.

Death is death, I thought to myself. Isn't life also waiting for death?

A comedian once said: Life is like a train, someone will always get on the train, and some people will get off, but they will always get off, it's just a matter of time.