【Dead Hotline】

It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and Huang Yue was still sitting in front of the computer playing games.

At this time, Shen Zhihui suddenly sat up from the bed, with a face full of surprise, and hurriedly pulled Huang Yue to his side. Shen Zhihui put the earphones into Huang Yue's ears, and a man's voice came from inside. The man's tone was slow and low, which made people laugh.

I got chills down my spine when I heard it.

After hearing this, Huang Yue immediately pulled off his headphones. He was usually most afraid of hearing ghost stories, let alone hearing them in the middle of the night. He returned to the computer.

"This is not a ghost story. I accidentally searched this channel, and there is a voice in it that is very similar to Han Xiaoya's." After Shen Zhihui finished speaking, he frowned and listened carefully. When Huang Yue heard Han Xiaoya's name, he quickly crowded around Shen Zhihui.

Put one earphone into your ear.

"Hello madam, this is the 'Dead Hotline'. We can connect you to the ghosts in the underworld, so that you can communicate with your dead relatives and friends. Which one are you looking for?" A deep voice came from the earphones.

Huang Yue was really startled after hearing this, and looked at Shen Zhihui in surprise. Shen Zhihui also looked at Huang Yue in surprise, and their eyes widened. At this moment, a girl's voice came, and Huang Yue heard it clearly.

, this voice belongs to Han Xiaoya.

"Please help me get through to Zhou Li." Han Xiaoya's voice was soft and pleasant, and Huang Yue's heart trembled after hearing it.

At this time, the signal on the radio began to become intermittent, and soon the signal completely disappeared.

"It's unbelievable. No wonder Han Xiaoya didn't find a boyfriend. It turned out that she had always been in contact with her dead boyfriend!" Huang Yue took a breath after finishing speaking.

"Let's listen again at this time tomorrow. Maybe we can hear their call." Shen Zhihui said.

Huang Yue was no longer in the mood to play games. He had been pursuing Han Xiaoya, but Han Xiaoya never agreed to him. Only today did he know the reason why Han Xiaoya rejected him.

After the signal was interrupted, what did Han Xiaoya say and what was he doing? What was the "Hotline for the Dead"? Can it really connect to the underworld? Shock and questions filled Huang Yue's brain. He nodded blankly, obviously not replying yet.

Come to God.

This night is destined to be sleepless.

[huge price]

The next day, Huang Yue saw Han Xiaoya. There was a layer of mystery under Han Xiaoya's beautiful face. Huang Yue did not approach her to talk to her as usual, but quietly observed her from the side. Han Xiaoya was talking to his friend Wu Xiaoya.

Sakura was talking, but she didn't know what she was talking about.

At night, Huang Yue and Shen Zhihui carefully searched the channels on the radio. After searching for a long time, they could not find the sound from yesterday. At this time, he saw Shen Zhihui suddenly stop searching, and then a burst of noisy sounds entered his ears. Nothing happened.

After a while, the two of them heard the deep voice, which was a little intermittent.

"Hello madam, this is the 'Dead Hotline'. We can connect you to the ghosts in the underworld, so that you can communicate with your dead relatives and friends. Which one are you looking for?" The boy repeated the same words as those in the advertisement.

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Han Xiaoya's voice appeared. She was still talking to the dead Zhou Li. Huang Yue and Shen Zhihui cheered up. The radio suddenly went silent. Just when they were disappointed, a boy's voice came out.

: "Xiaoya, don't call me again in the future. I'm living a good life here. Just forget about me!" Although Zhou Li has been dead for nearly a year, his rough voice is still easy to recognize.

"I can't forget you. Without you by my side, everything is meaningless. As long as I can hear your voice, it's enough." Han Xiaoya said sadly.

Huang Yue was moved to tears soon. He wished that the person Han Xiaoya loved so much was him and not Zhou Li. There was no sound from the radio again, and there was a "hissing" sound.

"This call has ended. Your consumption is for one year, and your remaining time is thirty-one years." The boy's deep voice came again.

Han Xiaoya said lightly: "Thank you." Huang Yue could hear Han Xiaoya's sense of loss from his voice, and Huang Yue sighed.

"I'm glad to serve you. As long as you are willing to use your life in exchange, we will help you realize your wish. You can talk to ghosts every minute for one year. For other charging standards, please consult our hotline for details. The number is..." The voice

It became increasingly blurry, and Huang Yue remembered the string of numbers in his heart.

Huang Yue's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide to express his disbelief: Han Xiaoya was using his own life to talk to Zhou Li, and the fee per minute was as high as a year.

Huang Yue sat on the bed and took a breath, and Shen Zhihui patted him on the shoulder. Shen Zhihui knew that Huang Yue truly loved Han Xiaoya, but Han Xiaoya's love for Zhou Li had reached the point of disregarding his own life, and Shen Zhihui didn't know either.

How to comfort your friends.

Huang Yue was lying on the bed tossing and turning, and he decided to stop Han Xiaoya no matter what, even if Han Xiaoya was not with him. Suddenly, he stood up and said to Shen Zhihui: "No, I must stop her! Even if she spends all her life

The call lasted less than an hour, so she would soon die."
Chapter completed!