The young man held out his hand to the glass door, as if to touch the reflection on the glass to see if it was real.

His hand touched the cold glass and fell to the ground.

The barbershop people rushed out, some overwhelmed.

The ambulance arrived soon, and the police followed.

I saw Zhang Yu again.

He sat on the couch, holding his phone, somewhat dazed.

He pulled out the call and called back.I could feel his strange mood.

When the phone rang, he hung up the phone and dialed the phone again.

The name of the call screen is "Zhang Youcheng", and after the phone call was opened, Zhang Yu shouted, "Oh, son, Dad has something to ask you."

“Huh?What is it?What’s wrong with your phone?”The phone quickly answered.

“No.That . . . you didn’t call me before, let me pick up the phone and be careful...” Zhang Yutong vomited, but with two words, the person on the phone was in a hurry.

What had happened before Hadsett did not seem to have disappeared, or had happened.

Through the channels she holds, she becomes the real death.

Maybe she’s doing that now too.

I was thinking of the young man who had changed.

“No, I didn’t trade anything.He said he was big.You’ve seen the photos before.My classmate...”

“Dad, that’s a phone call.Do not believe.”He said a few words and said a few more words.

When Zhang Yu heard this, he gradually relaxed, “Oh, fraud, I know.”I thought it was so big... it was okay.Have you eaten yet?”

The father and son chatted and hung up the phone.

He relaxed and went to the kitchen to cook.

The vision in front of me changed again.

The young man was lying in the morgue, in a body bag.

I should have seen nothing, but suddenly through the body bag, I saw the body in it.The youth have regained their original form.

Two men came in at this moment, holding the papers, a look of hell.They hurried away from the body bag and froze together.

"No.How...” One of them spoke, finished speaking, and immediately went to turn over the document again.

The two of them were busy, both sweating.

Examining bodies, sampling, making records...

"Just now clearly..." Two people looked at different photos, and then looked at the body, they were cold and trembling, looking at each other, and there was incredulousness in their eyes and panic.

One person is wrong, and it is reasonable.They both remember correctly, and maybe.

But the photos taken by the machine, the DNA collected, the fingerprints and other data have gone wrong, which should only be described as a haunt.

The two men were very restless, and left with the report hard, and both forgot to pull the body bag back up.

I looked at the young man’s face, and the vision slowly blurred.

“Cygo?Chico!"

I turned back to God and looked at the skinny man sitting next to me.

“Qi Ge, what happened to you?“Do you have the ability again?”The skinny asked.

The fat man sat down across from us and looked at my face.

I looked into my hand and didn’t hide it from them.

“Is there?”The skinny man took my hand and watched for half a day.

The fat man looked over and looked around.

The two men seemed to see what Hadnett had left in my hand.

"I can't see it."

"I didn't see it either."

"Isn't that what you say that the fraud becomes the person in the victim's impression?"The man is dead, and he is dead."The fat man quickly changed the subject, "Is it Hadesett made it?"Phone calls, frauds, death... that's what she's used to do."

I nodded my head.

It must have been done by Hyster, but I just don’t understand why she let me see this.Moreover, this behavior pattern is also very different from her past behavior pattern.

"It's not exactly the same."I immediately corrected the fat man's statement, "It used to be a fraud, but it wasn't so... She used to be a party and signed a contract with someone."The devil, the devil, isn’t it all?Now it has become...”

When I said this, I stopped and looked at my hand.

Now she has become death.

Pure death, total death, nothing else, and no need to go through any "intermediation" or "procedure", as long as she wanted, she could kill.

No, there is a need for “intermediaries.”The “intermediary” is not the original contract, but the telephone.

“Communications.”I muttered, "It's supposed to be communication."

“Communication has been restored.Before those death transactions, there are others on the Internet.But there seems to be no new news.”The thin man took the mobile phone and opened the web page while grabbing a bun to eat it.

The three of us put our heads together and looked at the skinny phone screen.

"The last message should be this."The skinny man turned over for a moment and clicked on a message on the social page.

It was just a forwarding, the original message was that his friend had met Hyster, made a deal, and was now dead.

The skinny man touched the phone screen, the page jumped, and went to the man's home page.

He wanted to switch back and was stopped by me.

I saw this new message.

This person seems to be a horror movie lover, watching horror novels, horror movies, playing horror games, and collecting such horror stories online.

His new content is the horror legend of the office building.

I watched my eyes jump.

Because the original information with the photo, it is the office building where the courier ghost is located.The person who sent this content is a former employee of a financial company in the building.He said that he had long felt that the place was very strange and gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

I clicked on the relevant links, and the news that jumped out at a glance, I knew that it was not a report from the regular news media, but a message released by the unknown from the media.

But it’s written in a similar way, and I guess that’s right!

“Are there any living people in the building?”The skinny looked at me in amazement.

The fat man read out the contents: "...the police sent out a total of three survivors on the same day, 19 people were carried out, in addition, no one else came out."There should be more than 20 companies in the office building, and the time of the incident is working days, and the employees in the building...”

“And here.”The skinny pointed to the following paragraph, "the owner of the nearby restaurant also said that there are very few people who come out to lunch in the building, and there are very few people who go in and out of work, and think there is a back door..."

“I guess...” I thought something was wrong, “It shouldn’t have been guessed.”

"This kind of self-media will not squat in the scene, a few heads?"The skinny said.

I have a feeling of uneasiness.

Not that feeling of death, but another sense of uneasiness.

I immediately felt a pain in my head and saw the illusion again.