“Nine-nine, nine...”

In the ear was the voice of an old and kind woman, a voice calling, a very soft voice, a little subtle.

I opened my eyes, their eyes heavy and their eyes sour.

The first thing you see is the digital alarm clock at the head of the bed, and the number on it is "03:21".

3:21 a.m.

The time to sleep is 3:5 a.m.At that time, I saw my mobile phone, confirmed the time, and then turned off the social page, chat group, and the book review area of the novel website.

Time spent online is always fleeting.

Just look at the Christina concert event that was eagerly discussed online, and the time is over.

In the end, there are many night owls to maintain a full enthusiasm, a refresh, you can see the new speech, several chat groups are constantly jumping out of the new information, even the novel's book review area, is also very lively, a group of readers in those Reiki recovery theme of the novel brush 666, some may not have read the novel, is to make fun of the lively.

Online, as if in another world, everyone was making fun of the birth of a new law of nature, the birth of a new world.

In the real world, parents are already asleep.Dad was still on TV, and the sound of gunfights inside was frightening, and Dad's trembling was also loud.I’m going to turn off the TV.In the family chat group, the mother and those aunts, uncles, aunts, aunts and aunts shared the newly seen "the elderly eat this best", "you don't know the easy way to wash the dishes" and other links, fell into a deep sleep, but also slightly snoring.

Haunted is not haunted, there is no ghost presence, there is no effect on them.

These memories blinked from my mind.

“Nine, nine...”

The call sounded again.

My sleepy, dull brain began to react.

At home, including the children of uncles and aunts, I ranked the old nine, when I was a child, there was a small name 99, and then bigger, only in the New Year to meet those uncles and aunts, will be shouted "nine nine longer and higher, when I was a child, so little", "99 is so handsome now, girlfriend looking for it"...

“Ninety-nine...”

Memories always come out unconsciously.

I listened to some strange voices and the tone of my little name, and suddenly there was a cold sweat on my back.

The room was warm, the quilt was warm, but I felt the chill.

I was alone in my room, as if there were more of them.Not only was there a call, but a sight that fell on my back.

The thing was behind me, looking at me.

She is calling my name.

Will they be killed when they turn back?To be sucked out of the spirit, to suck away the soul?

Yes, there is no saying that the person hurts three clusters of sunfires, one on the top of the head and shoulders.At night, when you hear people shouting themselves from behind, patting yourself, you must not turn back, and the whole body will turn around, otherwise the flame on your shoulders will be blown out by your own breath, and the ghosts will hurt themselves.

Not to mention the strange stories, that is, those handsome action movies, and battle-related comic novels, the direct twisting are cannon fodder, will be the protagonist or the villain to cut off the head.

Can't turn back...can't turn back...

“Ninety-nine.”

The call continues.

My hands and feet were sweating, and my hands and feet began to tremble.

“Ninety-nine, don’t you look at Grandma?”“Don’t you want to see Grandma?”

I went back to my mind with memories of my grandmother.

Grandmother...

“I have returned to my soul.The earth is gone, and we ghosts have all come to the sun."The old voice patiently explained, "But we can't go home yet, we have to have a family to pick us up before we can come back."Ninety-nine, don't you remember your grandmother?“Don’t you want Grandma to come home?”

There are more regrets and grievances in the voice, but there is also a kind of tolerance of elders.

I want to turn back.The muscles in my neck were forced to restrain myself.

The ghosts are lying!

"Ninety-nine, if you want to come to pick up Grandma, take Grandma's ashes to the central green space at this time."Remember that.This time... with the ashes...the central green space...”

The sound became more and more ethereal, and the tail sound dissipated directly into the air.

I opened my eyes and saw the alarm clock on the bed.

3:21.

I sat up and turned to look at the bed, and there was no one on the bed, and then I looked at the other parts of the room and saw no shadow.

I turned on the lamp and ran to turn on the headlights of the room again.There are no dark corners in the room, no bright hall, no shadow.

Time on the alarm clock is a minute.

Dreaming?

But this dream...

At 3:21, this is the time of my grandmother’s death more than six years ago.She died in the hospital, when it was no longer possible, the sick notice has been down two or three, the doctor can do the rescue has reached the limit.

Almost everyone in the house was waiting in the room.At three-twenty-two, the instrument rang, and that time became the time of Grandma’s death.My aunt and uncle began to call the people who had not come to watch the vigil.That night, she changed her life jacket for her, and the next day he sent a funeral home from the hospital, held a memorial service, and buried her.

At three twenty-one...

At that time, the white lights in the hospital, quiet to uncomfortable corridors, made me remember.And the faces of the relatives... the appearance of the grandmother in the hospital bed...

Is this a dream?

Christina opens a concert, the world becomes different, and then... Grandma says the land is gone...

I felt a sense of excitement in a movie.

I grabbed my phone and looked at the information on the Internet.I entered the experience just now, but hesitated when I was going to send it.

On the Internet, people are discussing things about Christina, or conjectures about changes in the world, with great interest and high emotions.

Grandmother, the soul...

I feel that the things I encounter are somewhat different and subconsciously do not want to share.

The news in the group flashed, and several contents were refreshed at once.

I opened it and saw that a guy who was often watering in the group was yelling at himself for a ghost.Text and voice messages were sent in turn, and a video was also sent.

At this time, I noticed that this group is a novel chat group, or a chat group of Reiki recovery novel.This is called to save the netizen is an extroverted talkative person, and anyone can talk, talk about novels, chat, can say a big string.

At first, some people laughed at him for being naive and trying to lie, which was too bad.

But after the voice and video were released, such claims were reduced, and the number of exclamations of exclamations was increased, and the expression of fear and the question mark of unknown meaning were a bunch of exclamation points.

These voices and videos play automatically, but the information in the group is brushed too fast, and I can't see it.

I heard his nervous breathing in the voice message, he kept saying ghosts, and his voice was crying.

In the small window, the video starts to play.

I have reached a gap.

He appeared to be hiding in his bed, filming the video.

The room was dark, suddenly bright, and dark.

The lens turned, and I saw a figure on the edge of the writing desk with a flash of light, and the frequency of flashing was very high.In this light, he could barely see his hand on the lamp switch, constantly playing.

The lights were turned off, and this time they were not turned on for a long time.

Tits!

The light is on again.

The man appeared in the light hood, slowly, slowly turning his head...