Before that incident happened, Lin Yan didn't believe in ghosts at all. He studied history as an undergraduate, stayed in school after graduation, and went straight to a junior master, majoring in cultural relics. When he participated in archaeological practice with his tutor, he took a thigh bone from a dead person and picked it from the mouth of a mummy. I have been out of Yuchan. Ghost stories have always been told as jokes in their dormitory. If people die, something can really change, the world will be lively. For example, when picking up a blue and white bowl used by Emperor Qianlong, the old man jumped out with a stare: "Mine, mine!" How interesting.
A dead person should forget all his past and keep silent like a cicada.
When things changed, Lin Yan had just finished making dinner. He didn't live in the school. Ever since he suffered a nervous breakdown from a phone call with his wife in the middle of the night, he moved into the wedding room prepared by his parents. It was very close to the school, and he has been alone ever since. Cooking, playing games alone, and going home across half of the city on weekends to accompany my parents. Lin Yan is one of the tens of thousands of graduate students in dozens of colleges and universities in this city. At best, he has a bright future, but at worst, he has nothing remarkable.
That day, I made noodles with fried sauce. The diced meat was boiled in boiling water, then fried with sweet noodle sauce. The noodles were drained out of the pan, poured with sauce, and it was delicious after mixing. "While eating noodles.
The weather in early summer was humid and hot. Just halfway through the movie, there was a rumbling and muffled thunder outside. It didn’t take long for the big raindrops to pour down, and the water channels on the window panes formed rain curtains, crackling against the windows.
Lin Yan hastily turned off the player, and before the shutdown was complete, a bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky, and with a bang, the computer screen went black.
I was really afraid of something, Lin Yan complained, and unplugged the computer socket. He used a desktop computer specially equipped for 3D restoration renderings of cultural relics, and he had to call for repairs immediately after a thunderstorm.
Tomorrow I will have to trouble Yin Zhou to come and repair the machine.
A strange feeling rose up.
Cold, inexplicably cold, people shivering from the cold.
I don’t know when the temperature in the whole room started to drop. I didn’t notice it just now when I was watching a movie, but now my whole body feels like I have entered an ice hole. The chill is bubbling up from every corner on my body. The hot sweat stained on my T-shirt is completely cool and wet. attached to the back.
Lin Yan wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans vigorously, thinking why the weather would cool down when it rained, and just got up to find a long-sleeved dress, before he stood up, he glanced at the computer out of the corner of his eye Screen, one nervous and one buttocks sat down.
The lights in the room were turned on, and the situation in the room was clearly reflected on the pitch-black computer screen. Lin Yan's face was at the front, and Lin Yan's bedroom window was at the back, which was wide open, and the curtains were bulged by the wind. Get up, and it is the "person" standing in front of the curtain that makes Lin Yan feel cold from head to toe.
No, it can only be said that it looks vaguely like a person wearing a strange hat.
Lin Yan stared blankly at the things on the screen, and a wave of fear slowly crept up his spine.
It must be that the hanger was forgotten to be removed, so don't be suspicious. Lin Yan tugged at the corner of his clothes, took a deep breath, and turned his head abruptly.
No one is there, everything in the house is as usual, only the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater on the glass is twisted into small streams and flows down.
The hanging heart let go of half.
wrong! Lin Yan's scalp went numb all of a sudden, not only was there no one there, but the windows, the windows were clearly locked, and the curtains were tightly tied on both sides, how could it be blown up by the wind? What happened to what I saw in the reflection on the screen just now
illusion! It must be an illusion! Lin Yan clenched his upper and lower teeth, and couldn't help pinching his thigh to remind himself to wake up.
There was a crackling sound, the power went out, and the whole room fell into darkness and silence.
Almost at the same time, the indicator light of the computer monitor suddenly flickered, and the two small red lights were like blinking eyes, accompanied by the sound of radio waves. Like a program.
No... isn't there a power outage? Lin Yan was completely speechless, his whole body was pressed down on the chair by the sudden strange atmosphere, then the screen flickered, as if a hand was typing, one big character after another appeared on the screen, the bright red piercing eyes .
"On the day of Jiazi in the month of Wushen, the time of death is approaching."
Another thunderstorm fell outside the window.
Lin Yan swallowed hard, staring at a line of words on the screen, he tried his best to calm himself down, but his mind went blank.
It must... It must be that guy Yin Zhou's prank.
A professional code farmer plus a technical geek, editing a program to mess up the power grid, scaring myself or something, it's very boring.
"On the day of Jiazi in the month of Wushen, the time of death is approaching."
The line of red words flashed twice on the screen, then disappeared, and the computer was turned off again. Only the sound of Lin Yan's heavy breathing was left in the dark room. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and wanted to call Yin Zhou. He made a phone call, and before he pressed the broadcast button, there was a heavy and regular knocking sound on the window pane.
"Dangdang... Dangdang..."
Nothing could be seen through the rain curtain.
Lin Yan suddenly jumped up and leaned his back against the computer desk, staring at the window. Here... here is the fucking 12th floor. What is knocking on the window
"Dangdang, Dangdang, Dangdang..."
The beating sound came up soon, as if waiting impatiently.
Materialists can't afford immediate losses, not to mention creatures have the instinct to avoid danger. The atmosphere is too weird. Lin Yan took out the car keys from his pocket and rushed out of the house without looking back.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the third ring road, which was very congested at all times, was empty, only the heavy rain curtain and heavy fog filled the air. Lin Yan turned on the double flashing lights and drove all the way forward, intending to find a lively place Export it to gain popularity. One night's normal life was completely messed up, there was no signal on the mobile phone, and there was no signal on the radio station. He seemed to be isolated in a corner of the world and drove to the point of no return.
It seems... I have been walking for more than an hour, why are you still circling on the overpass
Lin Yan glanced at the shiny green dial, and he was running out of gas when he walked on, but he still hadn't found the exit of the overpass. It's hard for him, a native, to be trapped in this city where he has lived for twenty-two years. Going out just makes people laugh out loud.
The low-beam headlights could not illuminate the way forward, and under the warm yellow light, only dense rainlines could be seen slanting down, scrubbing his windshield one after another. There was a wide road in front of him, turning one after another. There was no one, no cars, and he couldn't even hear the sound of the electronic dog reporting how many kilometers away from the speedometer. Lin Yan stared straight ahead, afraid of missing any turning point.
Lin Yan finally started to panic after walking on the elevated road for nearly three hours and passing the IKEA billboard for the first time.
A word came to his mind deeply.
The ghost hit the wall, and he kept circling in circles.
The pointer on the fuel gauge was almost at zero, Lin Yan slowed down the car, he thought, he can't drive straight ahead, there is obviously a force stopping him, what he should do is to sort out his thoughts and find a solution instead of continuing to walk blindly Way, when the fuel ran out, he didn't dare to predict what would happen.
Lin Yan pulled the car over and stopped, leaving only two warning lights, then sat in the car and began to think about what happened at night.
Power outages, computers that suddenly stopped working, weird reflections.
The first reaction in my mind was that someone was playing a prank, but he immediately denied it. If there is a problem with the computer, you can still suspect the unreliable coder Yin Zhou, but knock on the window to prevent him from getting off the elevated road, and block the phone and radio Signaling is definitely not that guy's style, and Lin Yan spent so much effort just to scare his friends, Lin Yan searched in his mind for a long time but couldn't find a candidate.
He himself is a serious person, all the way from elementary school to junior master, except for skipping classes for playing World of Warcraft and passing notes for classmates in exams, he basically has no criminal record, and he has never even done anything to tease girls, let alone circle of friends All the people in the world have almost the same virtues as him, even if someone really wanted to punish someone suddenly, it would definitely not be him, Lin Yan.
Lin Yan is a person who eats toothpaste and biscuits on April Fool's Day and always thinks they are mints. If you want to punish him, you probably have to report your own strategy. Still dazed, the whole person has already vomited three liters of blood.
Lin Yan rubbed his temples and thought hard. Someone was threatening him in an inexplicable way, or they were declaring war at all.
On the Jiazi day of the Wushen month, Lin Yan turned on the perpetual calendar of his mobile phone and entered the date, and the small square immediately jumped to the corresponding lunar calendar, July 15th, the Ghost Festival, and the gate of hell is wide open.
Lin Yan thought that something was wrong.
When I looked up again, something that was not there before suddenly appeared not far from the car.
A figure stood on the side of the road, the rain was pouring down, the man didn't seem to notice, neither an umbrella nor a raincoat, quietly stood with his head down under the dim street lamp. Lin Yan couldn't see his face clearly due to the fog that filled the surroundings. He only felt that he was tall and wearing weird fat clothes. Lin Yan wondered if he should give him a ride in the past. Although he could not protect himself now, he could always provide a shelter from the rain.
Elevated roads, rainy nights, strange passers-by, this untimely scene was originally a bit gloomy, but Lin Yan read a bit of desolation from it.
That figure gives people the feeling... very lonely, like waiting for a promise that will never come.
Lin Yan restarted the car after checking the door locks around him, and slowly slid forward along the side of the road, thinking that after being trapped for so long, he might as well look for a usable target to try to break out of this endless loop .
When he was less than ten meters away from that person, Lin Yan suddenly froze, and it sounded like a gong knocked heavily in his ear. He finally realized that something was wrong, that person was nowhere to be seen.
The street lamp cast obliquely on him, but there was nothing at his feet. Where there should have been long shadows, only the shape of the street lamp was reflected in the puddles.
Lin Yan understood what happened to him almost instantly.
Cold sweat kept breaking out, his hands were so astringent that he couldn't hold the steering wheel, and even his mouth was bitter, he slammed the gas pedal hard and slammed it out, he didn't care how long the fuel tank could last, and he didn't care whether there was a road ahead, he only knew subconsciously gallop forward.
Forty, sixty, eighty, ninety...
Suddenly a car rushed out in front of him, Lin Yan was stunned, instinctively slammed on the brakes, and slammed the steering wheel to the left!
"Squeak—" After the extremely sharp and piercing sound, the front of Lin Yan's A4 barely brushed past the buttocks of the Buick commercial vehicle in front, only a few centimeters away, and then Lin Yan drove into the bushes, the car rattled and shook After a while, the windshield was covered with holly leaves.
Almost died in a car crash.
Lin Yan was lying on the steering wheel panting heavily, his whole body felt cold one after another.
"Boom, boom, boom." Someone knocked on the car window.
Lin Yan bounced up nervously, staring at the glass in horror, he couldn't help but let out a long breath when he saw the man's face clearly, and then rolled down the window.
"How the hell do you drive? I don't want to say that I beat you to death!"
A series of national curses in greeting to his ancestors made Lin Yan feel happy to be back in the world, and he almost rushed out to hug the Buick driver.
"No... I'm sorry, I've been walking around on the elevated for three hours. I just found my way, and I'm a little excited. Sorry, sorry."
Lin Yan didn't pay attention to what he said, and when he realized it, he couldn't help smiling bitterly. This time, the driver brother really thought of himself as an idiot.
The Buick driver stared at Lin Yan strangely for a while, then stopped the scolding suddenly, and muttered, "No wonder his face looks like a ghost." After speaking, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed Lin Yan one: Did you get dirty? Smoke a cigarette to calm the shock, and bring some protective gear when you go out in the future. We are experienced in walking at night."
After Lin Yan got out of the car, the driver conveniently lit a cigarette for Lin Yan, and the two stood side by side on the side of the road. Strange to say, there were cars passing by on the road, and the shops and high-rise buildings on both sides of the street were all lit up, and there was no fog and dark shadows anywhere, and even the rain had stopped early.
Lin Yan took a puff of cigarette to calm himself down, and asked in surprise, "Have you met before?"
The driver smiled indifferently: "Often, especially in places where there are many accidents, the more evil the more accidents happen, and the more evil happens once an accident occurs."
Lin Yan nodded. He didn't know how much his materialistic world view had been eroded by such a commotion.
After sending the driver away, Lin Yan rubbed the sweat on his forehead, took out his phone to check the time, two text messages and three missed calls were displayed on the screen, an average of one every half hour since two hours ago. Lin Yan opened the settings option, the phone is not muted, the volume is not loud, but it is enough for him to hear, it seems that the signal was indeed blocked along the way just now.
Article 1: "Go out for a drink? The old place."
Number two: "What are you doing? Answer the phone!"
Both the sender and the caller are Yin Zhou.