These two blood-red characters are extremely hideous, and people's scalps are fried.

I subconsciously took a few steps back, desperately trying to control my urge to turn around and run away, and walked over to carefully examine the words on the wall. I couldn't tell if it was written in red paint or blood. The handwriting had dried up, and I couldn't smell anything.

In this dark room, I could no longer restrain the fear in my heart, turned around and ran out.

ran straight back to his home, and then subconsciously locked the door. I felt my heart pounding.

That's kind of ...... Some kind of warning.

What was in the house, and what happened to the person who wrote it?

Or is it just a prank.

I washed my face to calm myself. I realized one thing, I couldn't seem to ask anyone. I couldn't ask the property or call the police because what I was doing was not legal in itself. This will only cause trouble for yourself. So I had to keep this experience in my heart for the time being, and I thought, when I have the right opportunity, I will investigate it.

I suddenly regretted taking a week off, and I didn't have much to do, so I was a bit idle to stay at home.

In the afternoon, I remembered the software that logged into the dark web on the USB flash drive, and I suddenly felt a sense of curiosity in my heart, and I thought that I might be able to go in and try it and see what was inside.

After making up my mind, I called Mr. Gao to ask for advice on how to use it, and Mr. Gao was very uneasy when he heard me ask this, and he advised me to be careful, because it was a very unsafe place, but he still told me how to use it simply.

Teacher Gao finally told me: "Remember, don't leave any personal information, and unplug your camera if necessary, because you are likely to log in to some very dangerous websites." ”

I was a little scared by his instructions, but I couldn't resist my curiosity, and after hanging up the phone, I logged into the dark web the way he taught me.

Mr. Gao told me about one of the most introductory websites called Dark Wiki. He told me that this portal, which claims to be the dark web, is equivalent to Sohu, Tencent and the like in China.

I walked around the dark web, but I didn't find anything useful, because it was all in English, I didn't know much about it, and I probably understood that the things sold were all illegal, including drugs and guns.

To browse properly, you'll need to download a translation plugin.

Goods on the dark web are all traded in Bitcoin, so sometimes you can't buy anything even if you have money. Of course, I can't use the stuff either.

After browsing, when I was about to log out, I found that the computer suddenly flashed twice. Then the screen goes black.

I didn't react for a while, and fiddled with it for a long time, thinking that it was a plug that fell off or something, because my laptop didn't have a battery, and then I realized that the computer was probably broken.

It may be related to these pages on the dark web that I browse. But it's too late to say anything.

I was helpless and called one of my old classmates. This classmate's name is Zhang Yihui, who had a good relationship with me when he was a student, and has a lot of research on network technology. I often bothered him every now and then because of a minor problem with the computer. It's one of the few old classmates who still meet often.

After Zhang listened to my request, he asked me to look for him in his shop.

The computer city is the main place where we buy electronic products locally, but the main thing here is low-grade electronic products, and every time you come in, it is like entering some kind of vegetable market, and the whole mall is very dilapidated and messy. I walked through the dirty hallway, and in the deepest part of the corridor on the second floor was the shop where Zhang Yihui was.

As soon as I came in, I saw him squatting on the sofa chair and picking his feet and playing a game, and when he heard someone coming in, he didn't raise his head and asked what he needed, and when he saw that it was me, he quickly got up and beckoned me to sit down.

Zhang Yihui wore thick glasses and a dirty gray hoodie, looking like a dead house. He had been married once, but he divorced less than two years later, and since then he has lived in a small store, which resembles a warehouse, and he does business outside during the day and sleeps in it at night. I just lived like this for many years.

After Zhang Yi heard about the problem with my computer, he said that there was no problem, and he could restore it for you.

I hesitated a little and told him about logging on to the dark web, and he said, "It may be that your computer's protection measures are not enough, and some websites are very dangerous." I'll install some software on your computer when I go back. ”

Then he patted me on the shoulder again and said, "Anyway, you're pretty awesome now, man, you can even go to the dark web!" I'll give you a couple of awesome sites to get back. It's definitely more awesome than you see. ”

I didn't know what to say, and I couldn't tell him the truth, so I had to go along with it. The two of us chatted casually about the situation, and then a guest came to the door and I left. He said that it might take some time to fix the computer, so I left it to him, and I wasn't in a hurry to use it anyway.

When I went home, I passed by the ruins of Lao Liu's house, and couldn't help but look inside, and found that it was not too serious, the main fire was in the bedroom, and the main entrance was not even burned and deformed. But most of the contents of the house were charred.

It was the first time I had witnessed such a post-fire scene, and the visuals were particularly awe-inspiring.

Standing in the doorway and looking in, something suddenly popped into my head.

That black-and-white phone.

The one I found in the cardboard box before, the one who called me weirdly. Later, I saw exactly the same thing at Lao Liu's house, which is the reason why I paid attention to Liu Xian.

When I first submitted the evidence to the police, I forgot the phone because I was so panicked, and now it is still locked in my drawer.

I suddenly realized that this was actually a good thing, because it would not necessarily be taken seriously by the police, and I was left with more clues now.

I immediately ran home and found the phone, then took it out to the mobile phone store on the street and got a charger, and quickly charged it when I got home. The phone turned on very slowly, and I was a little worried about whether the last distress call would come again during my shutdown? In this case, a life has already been missed.

Soon, the phone turned on, and after a few seconds of sluggishness, the screen showed that I had an unread text message.

I immediately clicked on it, and the text message contained only a few words:

Come to 804, there's something for you.