(I have a cold, but I'm still very fierce. I have to go to the hospital tomorrow to check it out. I'll post a chapter tomorrow first, but there may be only one update tomorrow. Understand it's time to understand)

The darkness around him made Yin Shuang feel nowhere to be.

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone is different from Bai Wu, and it sounds younger, or younger.

After hearing the saying "Hello, my name is Bai Wu", Yin Shuang suddenly fell into suspicion. It was this suspicion that dragged it into the dark illusion, and then she felt a huge pain.

It seemed as if countless needles were pierced on the nerve endings.

"If you answer the wrong answer, don't let the pain affect your judgment. You shouldn't answer this simple question incorrectly."

The middle-aged man's voice made Yin Shuang feel very gentle, but what she felt next was not gentle, but the pain that became worse.

She wanted to open her eyes, but even rolled her eyelids was in great pain.

What is going on with all this? Why is he here? Why is there a child who says his name is Bai Wu?

Where is the white mist?

Many questions appeared in Yin Shuang's mind. She subconsciously used Shu Jingfengji, but it was useless.

The pain she endured here had exceeded her tolerance for pain, and Shu Jingfengji could only make her feel a clearer pain.

"Minor pain will make people's thinking more sensitive. In order to relieve pain, the body will secrete various gain hormones, such as adrenaline. But let's think about the problem from a different perspective."

The man's voice is still gentle and magnetic.

If we change the time, Yin Shuang would think that the owner of this voice is an academic researcher with glasses and a gentle temperament.

She tried her best to open her eyes, and the face she saw was indeed very consistent with her imagination.

"This uncle... looks like Bai Wu, but he looks a little more calm and friendly than Bai Wu."

She hasn't figured out the situation yet, and doesn't know who the pain she feels comes from.

But this situation did not last long, and Yin Shuang's consciousness was distracted by the severe pain again.

This is not the "slight pain" that this man said. Even for a veteran of Yin Shuang, the investigation army, it is completely unbearable.

"Instead of thinking that the body secretes various hormones to relieve the pain when it is in pain, it is better to think that the body desires to feel pain. Continuously secreting hormones to encourage us?"

“So in a sense, pain is your partner.”

"You have to adapt and feel the expression on your face is too ugly. At this time, you have to be happier. Even if you are unhappy, you have to take a calm posture."

Needles were pierced on certain acupoints on Yin Shuang's face. The severe pain once made her collapse, before she completely lost consciousness.

This time Yin Shuang finally saw this middle-aged man with kind eyes and elegant temperament... was torture himself.

Finally, she heard the middle-aged man say something:

"Bai Wu, you are such a failed work. You disappointed me."

Yin Shuang fainted.

It is reflected in the fourth minute after answering the call.

The fragmented consciousness in her mind formed a painful dream, in which she could not feel the severe pain that was as if it were pricked on her soul.

But the fear of pain is still there.

Her mind kept thinking about the words "I'm Bai Wu"...

White mist...

"White Mist..."

Bai Wu, who was originally going to go to another telephone booth, suddenly heard Yin Shuang's murmurs.

He turned around and was sure Yin Shuang was still in a coma.

"Strange, she is calling my name because the scene in the dream is too dangerous? No... she has never asked me for help before."

Speaking of which, Bai Wu felt something was wrong with Yin Shuang's performance.

The phone should have a special ability to enter a certain spiritual illusion?

But Yin Shuang seemed to fall too fast...

Bai Wu didn't know what Yin Shuang had experienced, otherwise she wouldn't have thought like this.

This is no wonder Yin Shuang. The pain she endured was something that Lilith could not bear when her heart was calm.

The phone booth on the left continued to make noises.

Bai Wu didn't cross the phone booth and waited deliberately for a while, but finally found that it didn't work. The person on the other end of the phone was very patient.

It’s like not answering the phone, you can call it until the end of the day.

After waiting for a full two minutes, Bai Wu answered the phone.

"Hello, my name is Molly."

Judging from the sound, there is a woman on the other end of the phone, with a sharp tone, as if she was singing some kind of folk opera that could make people creepy in the middle of the night.

At this time, there was no human fireworks on the street. Normal people would be a little scared when they heard such a ghostly voice.

Especially this phone is a super-sensory phone, which can really make people feel a sense of fear that arouses chill.

But as we all know, not being afraid is the standard for investigating the Legion, at least that's what Bai Wu thinks:

"Where are you? Moly is Moly of Moly or Jasmine of Jasmine? I heard your voice crying, are you having a sad thing? By the way, can you tell me the phone number? Which number are you broadcasting? What week is your side? What weather is today, is it night or day? Will it be convenient to talk about the next year, month and day?"

"My name is Molly..."

The sound on the other side of the phone was even more shrill, and Bai Wu frowned:

"My name is Baiwu, white, fog fog. I have not encountered any sad things for the time being, but I have encountered bad things. I am currently at the starting point of a certain street, using the telephone booth in the east. If calculated according to the tower, today is Wednesday and daytime. Okay, what I should say is said, it is your turn."

"My name is Molly..."

The voice was even more distorted, as if crying or making a cunning laugh, the white mist was puzzled:

"Hello Molly, is there anything that can help you?"

"Can you say something else? You can say anything casually. Are you in the phone booth now?"

"At least tell me how to trigger the task! Is this call just to ask me to listen to your own name?"

"Hey, Xiaoli, are you still listening? Are you still there? It's okay, you can just say something without answering my question? Or are you a robot? A program? Is this area also a mechanical area?"

“…”

Beep—————The busy voice sounded and the phone hung up. It was not hung by the white mist, but by the person on the other side.

Bai Wu was puzzled, what was going on? The note mentioned that only after receiving a super-sensory call can you continue moving forward.

Has he answered this? This question was answered soon. Bai Wu found a countdown on the glass doors of all the telephone booths - 6:59.

He quickly guessed the truth:

"Six minutes and fifty-nine seconds... This should be the time when I can pass through the phone booth freely, but Yin Shuang did not get time after making the call. It should be the exemption to offset the negative state. What would happen if I took Yin Shuang forward?"

Bai Wu didn't plan to let Yin Shuang go back too early.

But he is even more strange now. Is Yin Shuang so weak? It doesn’t seem like answering the phone.

Or is it actually different for different phone calls?

Up to now, Bai Wu has not felt the so-called difficulty, and he only feels that it is impolite to hang up the phone.

"It seems that I can only wait until she wakes up and ask what's going on."

He carried Yin Shuang on his back and walked past the telephone booth. At this time, Bai Wu noticed that the time loss rate of all telephone booths had increased.

Originally, it was reduced by one per second, but now it has become reduced by two per second.

"So that's it. If two people cross the line, it means that the time deduction speed doubles. It means that I actually only have more than three minutes to move forward."

There were still sounds coming from the phone booth. Bai Wu could move freely within more than three minutes, which meant he had the right to choose.

In front of me are dense telephone booths that are invisible at first sight. Although not all telephone booths make noises, they basically cover the entire street with ringtones.

After thinking about it, Bai Wu summarized two feasible customs clearance plans-

"In three minutes, I can choose to keep moving forward so that I can pass through this street in a very short time and see the things at the end. But this is equivalent to Speed ​​Pass, which is just a pure show of skills and has no nutrition."

"I can also choose to answer most calls and piece together what happened in this area through the phone."

Thinking of this, Bai Wu finally chose the nearest phone booth and prepared to take it over one by one.

Pick up the earpiece again, Bai Wu decided less of the problem this time:

"My name is Pang Yu."

The answerer this time is a man. It is difficult to tell the age, and it is possible between the ages of eighteen and thirty.

It was another strange tone. If there were really ghosts in this world, then Pang Yu and Molly would probably be like the kind of resentful ghosts who died tragically, speaking weakly, but dragging their tone for a long time.

"Oh, Lao Pang, I miss you so much!"

It shouldn't matter if you get close to it?

"My name is Pang Yu!!!"
To be continued...