My father Yao Shan’s voice didn’t seem to be a joke, but Yao Feng felt that this was a joke.

Uncle Zhang is dead?

It's funny!

An hour ago, I talked to Uncle Zhang on the phone and died for two years? How could a dead person call me? What is this no joke?

At this moment, the train entered the tunnel, and a sound came from the phone. Yao Feng fed it twice, and it was completely gone.

"What a bullshit, the entire network coverage!"

Yao Feng cursed inwardly, and there was no way to hang up the phone first.

Furukawa City was surrounded by mountains and mountains, and it was surrounded by mountains, so there were many caves. It is said that in the past, in order to build a railway in and out of Furukawa City, I didn’t know how many mountains were blown up or how many tunnels were dug. At that time, the safety guarantee was not high, especially when I exploded mountains and opened tunnels, the danger coefficient was extremely high, and many people died.

These were all told by my father in the past. When Yao Feng was a child, he often accompanied his father to and from Linshan City and Furukawa City. The green trains in the past were slow, so he had to walk for more than two hours on the road. There were eleven caves along the way, and the longest one had to walk for several minutes before passing through.

Yao Feng looked at the phone with extremely weak signal and temporarily put it away.

After a while, I left the cave, and called to ask my father what happened. After sitting back in my seat, Yao Feng had no intention of sneaking a glance at the beauty beside him, and his mind was full of what he had just happened.

How could my father say that Uncle Zhang is dead?

Logically speaking, fathers are not people who like to joke, especially jokes about life and death, which is even less likely.

Thinking of this, Yao Feng vaguely felt something was wrong.

Looking back two years ago, my father did go back to Furukawa City, and now if I recall it carefully, it seems that it was because of an old friend who passed away.

But Yao Feng was very busy at the time and could not remember the details very clearly.

It seems, it seems, maybe, my father said that the old neighbor Uncle Zhang died, so he went back.

The more I think about Yao Feng, the more numb my scalp.

This matter is too evil. Yao Feng felt that he had remembered it wrongly, or his father had remembered it wrongly. After all, it was difficult to recall what happened two years ago, but Yao Feng remembered the phone call an hour ago clearly.

I looked at my phone again and found that the signal was weak, but the cave soon passed.

Yao Feng got up and walked towards the toilet.

First, he wanted to call in a quiet place, and second, he was just urged to urinate and wanted to go to the bathroom.

After entering the toilet behind the carriage, putting the door in, Yao Feng took off his pants and squatted there, took out his cell phone and saw that the signal had been increased by a few more squares. He immediately called his father, but the fucking thing was that the opposite side was talking.

After hanging up the redial, the second time I finally dialed.

"Hey, hey, son, why can't the phone call be connected just now? It's finally connected and it's busy again." The father's concerning voice came from the phone.

Yao Feng understood that there was no signal before, but later they happened to dial the phone with each other when there was a signal, so they couldn't get through. After briefly explaining this situation, Yao Feng immediately got to the point.

He briefly said about what Uncle Zhang called just now, and his father also heard that Yao Feng was not like a joke. After a brief silence, his father said, "Can someone pretend to be Zhang Huaiyuan and have a prank?"

Zhang Huaiyuan is Uncle Zhang's name.

Yao Feng's eyes lit up.

yes.

Why didn't I think of this possibility? According to my father's words, Uncle Zhang died two years ago, and it was impossible for the dead to call him. Based on materialist ideas and targeted and reasonable inferences, there is only one possibility.

The person who called me before was not Uncle Zhang at all.

Thinking of this, Yao Feng was immediately angry.

Which bastard is doing this in a bad mood and is not afraid of offending the dead, so he deserves to let Uncle Zhang go to the bastard to have a good chat and talk about his life at night.

On the phone, Yao Shan continued: "It should be impossible to be wrong. Someone must have pretended to be your Uncle Zhang, son. There are too many tricks and tricks in phone fraud now. I thought that only we older people would be caught, but I didn't expect that you, a young man, would have a trap."

Yao Feng's face was a little red.

It's indeed embarrassing.

"As for Old Man Li, I went back to Gukawa City two years ago and saw that this old man was very stubborn. It would be great if others saw that he was old and asked him to go down the mountain to find a building to live in, but he didn't listen. He wanted to live on Wangchuan Building in the Xiaoshi Mountain. And Old Man Li is indeed very concerned about you. Last time he went there, he even told me about you..."

What my father said must be true. Yao Feng sighed, and then thought that he had actually believed a liar and got on the train. He was so stupid.

But since you come, you will be at ease.

This is Yao Feng's motto. He got on the train from left to right and right, so it was impossible to go down again. So he took this opportunity to go back to Gukawa City. He said that he has been away for more than ten years and has never been back once. This time he went back to take a good walk and went to Wangchuan Tower to see Old Man Li. By the way, he can also talk about his nightmare with Old Man Li.

Yao Feng never told his father about the nightmare that he had had for three consecutive years once a month.

It’s not because of anything else, but just that I just don’t want my father to worry. After all, my mother left early. Yao Feng has been raising her father since elementary school. The father and son have a deep relationship. Over the years, I have worked too much for my father. I don’t have to worry about this little thing about nightmare.

Besides, what can’t be solved by even the hospital or the psychologist? So what can I do if I tell my father?

It's strange. When I was young, I often went to Wangchuan Tower to play. When I was familiar with Old Man Li, Yao Feng told Old Man Li about everything he said. Besides, Old Man Li often used to give him some folk stories about gods and ghosts. Yao Feng remembered that after listening to Old Man Li's story, he went back to sleep and had nightmares and woke up from a bed.

Of course, Yao Feng didn't tell Old Man Li about this.

In short, Old Man Li in my memory is old-fashioned and likes to tell some strange stories. In other people's words, he is old stubborn and superstitious.

But Yao Feng had a nightmare and was really full of evil spirits. This time he could talk to Old Man Li when he went back.

Old Man Li loves to drink free wine the most, and Yao Feng plans to buy some for him to carry it after getting off the train.

Just as I was thinking, the toilet door suddenly seemed to be slapped and made a loud noise.

"Someone is there!"

Yao Feng shouted, thinking that this person was anxious about what he was. Didn’t he see the prompt that “in use” on the toilet door? Maybe Yao Feng shouted this and the people outside didn’t move.

He lifted his pants and flushed it in one go. Yao Feng was about to open the door. He pulled it, but the door didn't open. It was the same when he came back.

"Depend on!"

Yao Feng realized that it was clearly because someone outside was holding the door, so it was no wonder he couldn't pull it open.

"What are you doing?" Yao Feng slapped the door and thought to himself who is outside the door. Could it be that he had recognized the wrong person for such a prank?

At this moment, the train drove into the cave again. At the same time, the lights in the toilet went out instantly, and the surroundings were covered in darkness.

"Hey, why is the light turned off?"

Yao Feng is afraid of the dark.

Especially in a small and closed environment like a train toilet, it gives people an inexplicable sense of fear.

So Yao Feng began to yell to ask the other party to open the door while pulling the door hard.

Yao Feng was very strong, but this door seemed to be welded to death, and could not be pulled open at all, and it didn't even loosen at all, which made Yao Feng angry directly.

No matter who is outside, he will be scolded for being so bloody.

"Who is sick, are you? Let go quickly!" Yao Feng couldn't pull it open, so he could only slap the door hard.

But what's strange is that there is no response outside with such a loud noise. Even if the railway crew cannot hear it, the passengers attached cannot remain indifferent.

Yao Feng felt something was wrong this time.

What was even more wrong was that in this originally closed and narrow toilet, a cool breeze blew from somewhere, and at the same time, Yao Feng felt something touching his neck.

The touch is like hair.

Woman's hair.

Yao Feng froze suddenly.

At this moment, the toilet was extremely quiet. Yao Feng was motionless, his body was tense, and his blood pressure rushed to his head like a rocket. What he caused was his hair standing upright and his brain was blank.

People will be frightened when encountering such a thing, and their instinctive reaction is to look back immediately.

But Yao Feng's instinctive reaction was different from that of others.

He didn't look back.

After three years of nightmare, every nightmare will have similar experiences. Yao Feng has completely had his own instinctive reaction to what suddenly appears behind him, that is, he will never look back.

But being afraid is really scared.

Yao Feng’s first reaction was, could I still have nightmares?

Could it be that I have been in my dreams since the morning and now, and I have not woken up at all?

At this moment, Yao Feng was clenching his teeth and tense all over, forcing himself to calm down.

The quiet needles in the toilet are now heard, and there seems to be some sparse and strange sounds. They are right behind Yao Feng, very close, almost close to his back.

It should be an individual.

The problem is that the toilet is very small and there is no place to hide, let alone be alone. When Yao Feng came in, he could also be sure that it was empty.

So what's going on?

Yao Feng's mind was in a mess, and his eyes had not yet fully adapted. At the moment, he could only be the enemy and I would not move...

No, why are there more and more hair wrapped around your neck?

The cold and wet hair was constantly squirming, as if it was alive, and it began to wrap around Yao Feng's neck. Yao Feng could smell a strange fishy smell in his nose. It was not the smell in the toilet, but another kind of smell.

In the nightmare, Yao Feng smelled it, it was the smell of corpse.

Yao Feng is going crazy.

At this moment, his scalp was numb, and fear was like a heavy object pressing against his chest. He felt that he had to yell hysterically, then twist and jump wildly, waved his hands to tear off all the hair on his body. Only in this way can he dispel the crazy fear.
Chapter completed!