Let’s talk about the scholar’s ​​face being stimulated by Erguotou, and even his eyes were red. The cigarette butts in his hand were covered with white ash. I saw his Adam’s apple rolling up and down, and it seemed that he had used a lot of effort to make a sound: “Xia Nan, do you believe there are ghosts?” Ghost?! How can there be ghosts in this world? Is this stubborn man stupid? This question came up in a daze, which made me feel depressed. “I know you don’t believe it, but I really encountered ghosts. A week ago, I received a notice from my unit that there was a car accident in the city of Zhengzhou. A large truck suddenly rushed onto the sidewalk, broke two trees as thick as bowls on the roadside, and then rushed into an antique shop, and killed three clerks. Then I went to collect news with my colleagues in the interview team.

There was nothing unusual. We just felt that the accident was too miserable. Many antiques, utensils, calligraphy and paintings in the antique shop were snatched by passers-by. But what happened next was simply... how to describe it? It was incredible." The scholar said while smoking a big gulp. A cigarette had already burned the cigarette butt, but he waved it. I pushed him, and the scholar then realized, crushed the cigarette butts, took another sip of wine with me, and then said, "Later, the public security, traffic police, forensic doctor, 120, and set up a cordon. Because I had a good relationship with the people in the traffic police detachment, I persuaded me to hand over the cigarette and take out the certificate and then got in. I took a few photos on the spot and interviewed several witnesses. I was about to return to the unit to report, but I heard the law there.

The doctor even claimed to be strange. Our industry is naturally sensitive and especially likes to collect strange things. Think about it, if there are few unofficial scandals in this newspaper now, what can it take to attract readers' attention? My partner and I turned over again and saw some of the forensic doctors taking pictures, while others fiddling with the corpses. There are 4 corpses, truck drivers and three clerks. I am naturally brave. Although those corpses are so damn that even their mother may not recognize them, I still lean over and ask a forensic doctor named Lao Song what's wrong. Lao Song kept saying "strange", "strange", "impossible", and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "deaf" and "

I didn't continue to ask, and pulled my colleague who was already vomiting and returned to the unit. Anyway, I know this old Song. After drinking a few times, he lived outside the two streets of my dormitory. I could just ask him again." The scholar was slightly stunned, as if he had recalled for a while, and then said, "I returned to the unit, handed in the manuscript, revised it again, and got off work in the evening. I didn't go back to the dormitory, but took a taxi straight to Lao Song's house, went downstairs of his house, and called the guy. Hi, this guy was still working overtime. I had to go to the forensic room of the police station again and found Lao Song. Under my desperate attack, this guy agreed to go out to drink. Look, it's not like playing with this guy. Without a few glasses of wine, Lao Song told him all. Guess what happened, what made Lao Song and the others strange was the truck driver!"

"Truck driver? What's wrong with the truck driver?" I looked curious.

My heart thrust, mom, it was so dull when I was a child. Why did it be strange when I grew up? When I was a child, I had several flowers bloomed. If I didn’t come, I wouldn’t be able to bear it. I said, “Wait, brother, I will tell you what happened later. Is the number displayed on this mysterious phone your own mobile phone number? Is the other party’s voice very hoarse and vague? And the man specified that he said, ‘If something happens to you, be careful, there are ghosts around you!’, right?”

The scholar's little eyes suddenly magnified three times, forcing me to believe that the potential of human beings is really unlimited. When I saw the expression of this stern man, I knew that I must have guessed it. The scholar asked, "Hey, Xia Nan, when did you learn divination? I will teach our buddies both ways when you have time. How did you know? That person said in a hoarse and ethereal voice, and the content was exactly the same as what you just said."

I smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, I don't know how to divine. I know it's because---I also received a mysterious call. The man told me that something was going to happen. I kept trying to contact you, but I didn't expect you to be in trouble and came to Beijing."

The scholar was surprised. It turned out that after receiving the mysterious call, he thought someone was joking at first. But that night, when he was lying in bed and half asleep, he actually saw a shadow floating past the window, and the scholar's dormitory lived on the 12th floor! Not only that, the scholar found that the door of his dormitory could not be opened, and his phone was smoking directly. Fortunately, the lights in his dormitory did not flicker like in the movie, otherwise he would probably have to shout for help on the spot. Although the scholar was extremely brave, everything he experienced that day was too far beyond his understanding, so the scholar turned on the lights all night, finally stayed up until dawn the next day, packed his luggage and asked for leave from the unit to go back to his hometown.

Before the scholar arrived at the hometown, the mysterious phone number came in again. The scholar was furious at that time. You should know that his phone was inexplicably burned the chip that night, and now the phone and mobile phone card were newly bought by the scholar in the morning, and no one knew it except him. After all, the scholar was also a person who had seen the wind and rain. He gritted his teeth and answered the phone. The voice on the other end was still as old as before, just a few words, saying that you should never go home and go to Beijing to find Xia Nan. The scholar didn't dare to say anything, and he had to believe the other party's words. He then returned to Zhengzhou. At the unit, he took a long vacation on the grounds that he went to Beijing to study at his own expense. He started to pack his luggage. He wasted two days inside and outside, and then he got approval from the unit and then came to me.

After hearing this, we both fell into deep thought and thought about the key to the problem, but this key seems to be a slippery little loach, and you can't catch it no matter how you catch it. For things that cannot be caught, the best way is not to catch it. Instead of wasting time, it is better to discuss the essence of the problem. We drank and chatted, analyzed and guessed, and finally summarized two words - strange! Why did we both receive a mysterious call, and who is the mysterious man who called? Is "he" a human or a ghost? What does "he" mean by having ghosts around me and scholars? Are there really ghosts in the world? How could that truck driver continue to "dead" again after he died? The antique that the truck finally crashed into
Chapter completed!