According to the results of his investigation, this number belongs to the mobile company.

Including Qin Na, there have been eight users.

According to the communication records of the previous few people and the real-name information, except for the first person who has used it for more than a year, the others are less than a month, and the shortest is only seven days.

From this point of view alone, it is extremely abnormal.

Even if all users are all recovered by the mobile company because of their arrears, the reissue cycle will never be so short.

And almost after the first user abandoned it, he immediately picked up the second person, and he never stopped for a day.

What's even more strange is that in Qin Na's communication record, there was no baby crying number that had just rang, only one called me.

Where did this come from? There is no record in the mobile company?

What surprised me even more was that Xiao Wu found information about the former user through real-name authentication on his phone number.

All of these people have died!

Their age, occupation, and address are all different, but without exception, they are all dead!

But the causes of death are different. Some are hit by large trucks, some are hit by objects falling from tall buildings, and some are drowned...

All were accidents!

The last user of Qin Na was from the 18th floor to the bottom floor underground because of an accident in the elevator!

According to the information, the deceased was a young mother. The child was just two months old and fell to death with her.

In other words, the woman who often appears in the mirror is probably her! The crying sound is most likely made by this child.

Then... this is a ghost number, one soul chases another soul, like a vicious cycle, constantly seeking life!

The strange things I have experienced in the past are caused by evil things. It is the first time I encountered a phone number like this that can kill people.

"Master Zhang, what's going on?" Qin Na asked in a state of confusion when she saw me staring at my phone in a daze and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Your matter is very difficult, but don't worry, let me think about it again." I pinched my brows and thought carefully.

This kind of story was recorded in my grandfather’s notes.

It is said that as early as the Anti-Japanese War, there was a sugar seller in the puppet Manchukuo city. His business was very good and he was not enough to sell it every time. But every time there was always a sugar seller, and he refused to sell it no matter what. Others thought it was very strange, but he just didn't say the specific reason.

Later one day, a Japanese officer passed by with his child. The child insisted on asking for the sugar man, so he called him over.

The candy buyer nodded and bent down, smiled and handed the candy over, and specially took the one he never sold and handed it to the Japanese officer and said, "Taijun, you can try it too."

The officer was very happy, praised Yoxi and drove away.

When he left, the people around him called this guy a traitor and kept the best sugar man to honor the Japanese.

But this guy didn't defend himself and strode out of the city.

From that day on, he has never been here again.

Seven or eight days later, when the Japanese officer led a team to sweep the village, he accidentally fell. I don’t know why it was so coincidental? A sharp tree root was inserted into his throat, his neck was pierced, and he died on the spot.

More than ten days later, another translator died in Fengtian City. It is said that before this, he also took a candy on the street and ate it.

A puppet army company commander in Siping and an artillery chief in Shanhaiguan were killed one after another. It is said that they had eaten candy people, and the candy people they bought were very similar to the previous dead person.

After summarizing these things, the Japanese Kanto Army Command finally felt that this was a bit abnormal and arrested the candy seller everywhere.

But that man was like the evaporated from the world, and there was no trace ever since.

Later, after the War of Resistance Against Japan, the Soviet Red Army discovered this file from the Kwantung Army headquarters that had not yet been destroyed. It was said that they asked the Onmyoji to investigate the matter, and the final result was that this person was most likely a master of the people.

Using soul-chasing techniques makes these people fall into a cycle of death, and one life is required.

In other words, he used the sugar man as a medium to find the next target for the dead ghosts.

Typically, killing people by borrowing ghosts!

I have long been impressed with this story, but I have never experienced it.

When I think about it now, it is very similar to what Qin Na has experienced, but the sugar man has changed to a phone number.

It seems that in order to crack this strange thing, you must find the person who sells the phone number!

"Do you still remember where you bought this phone number?" I turned my head and asked Qin Na.

"Remember!" Qin Na nodded and said, "The scenic spot is very remote. It is a small village in the mountains. The people living in it are ethnic minorities. Basically, they don't speak Chinese very well. The person who sells the phone card speaks very fluent Sichuan dialect."

"That's good." I nodded and said, "In this way, you go back and clean up. I will go with you again tomorrow and find the person who sold your phone number."

"I..." Qin Na looked at me and said hesitantly: "Master Zhang, can I stay here tonight? I dare not go out." As she said that, she looked out the door in great horror.

It seems that she was really frightened. Only by hiding here can she feel safer.

"Okay." I saw that she was so frightened that she couldn't stand driving her away again.

But it was midnight, and the men and women were in the same room, so I couldn't help but place her wherever she could place her, so I put a few chairs to rest, and took out a blanket and handed it to her.

"Master Zhang, thank you!" Qin Na said gratefully, looking at me with tears in her eyes, and almost burst into tears.

"Don't think so much. We have to set off tomorrow. Let's take a break early." I said and sat back at the table and studied the "Yin Fu Jing". With me sitting here, she might be more stable, right? Besides, I was going to use my business to improve myself, after all, I still shoulder an extremely important mission.

It was not long before Qin Na fell asleep.

It was extremely quiet at night, only her breathing sounded into her ears.

This felt very strange. She was lying down and I sat, a bit like guarding a corpse.

She slept so sweetly that I felt a little sleepy. People were full of red sleeves, but I was so happy that I was so sleepy.

Even seeing her delicate and helpless look, I remembered Yin Xinyue who was filming in another place...

For a moment, my heart was full of chaos.

I shook my head helplessly, continued to study, and slowly abandoned all my distractions and focused on the book.

It was not until a ray of sunlight penetrated the glass window and shone on the desk that I stretched and stood up.

Qin Na curled up on the chair and slept soundly, her breathing was very smooth. It seemed that she hadn't slept so peacefully for many days.

I didn't bother her. I gently packed up the things I was going to bring, and went to the back of the house to wash my face and brush my teeth. When I came back, she was not awake.

So I went out again and bought some breakfast to come back.

When I pushed the door again, I found that Qin Na was missing!

The blanket fell to the ground, the chairs were overturned, but there was a very slight noise in the back room.

Hey, what's going on?

I was stunned. Could this be the trick of Longquan Villa?

Use a little girl to win my sympathy, what are you stealing from the mountain?

I quietly singed out the invisible needle and quietly approached the past.
Chapter completed!