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It snowed for four hours and there was no sign of rest.

This is a barren mountain hut with hunting tools hanging on the walls, a long wooden table with insects was placed in the middle, and there was a circle of people sitting around the table. There were men, women, young and old, and a foreigner was also brought.

The room was cold, and everyone was shaking with a calm face, but no one got up to make a fire because the old-fashioned radio on the table was talking.

The radio sounded hoarse, carrying the unique electric current sound of the 1950s, and was tirelessly making trouble.

This is its second time to broadcast. The first time was three hours ago, saying that it had just welcomed an old lady and had not recovered until now.

Another person who did not obeyed the order and tried to force the radio... After dismantling the battery box, he rushed out like an evil person. Five minutes later, the body slid down with the snow on the roof.

After that, no one dared to touch this thing again.

The whole paragraph was played three times in a loop, and the room was silent.

After a long time, someone asked softly: "I sent another order...what should I do? How did it know that someone was staying outside?"

Everyone looked ugly and no one answered.

After a moment, the person sitting at the head of the table asked impatiently: "So who hasn't come in yet?"

The man had a slightly curly yellow chicken feather, with a thin figure and a medium size. His two arms were made into a zoo. It was not obvious that he was a donkey or a dog, but his posture was quite scary.

The person next to him shrank and replied: "Old Yu."

"Who is old?"

"The drunkard vomited as soon as he entered the door, the one who brought his son and nephew."

The answerer whispered to the wall, carefully silenced his gesture.

There was a torn sofa by the wall, and the nephew was lying.

He was a young man of 27 or 28 years old. He was very tall and looked very outstanding. When he held the door frame and lowered his head into the house, he became a scene with the mountain pine and white snow behind him. However, he had a bad face from the beginning of entering the door and looked a little arrogant.

According to Lao Yu, who was drunk and shaking his household registration book, his nephew's name is Youhuo.

"He just returned to China for less than two months. He took advantage of the National Day holiday and came to Harbin to find me. He was going to take him to the airport tomorrow, so... it was all my fault! I didn't take the accommodation!"

Lao Yu drank himself with a farewell wine, and relied on the streets with few people at night.

On the sidewalk in front of the Children's Hospital, someone put a pile of silver foil money. Lao Yushe couldn't hold on when he passed by. He stepped on the pile of silver foil, and then he was spinning, and even his son and nephew packed it and delivered it here.

When he entered this hut, he had not recovered from the dizziness and vomited You Huo all over. After vomiting, Lao Yu woke up from the alcohol and was so scared that he did not dare to talk to You Huo.

Everyone who came here was all the blue sky and white sun, and they were unprepared. Only the foreigner named Mike had a clean set of clothes in his backpack.

After Yu Huo changed into it, he stayed away from everyone and stayed on the sofa without saying a word, as if he had fallen asleep.

After crossing his arm that blocked his face, he could see that he was wearing an eartighter with his right ear, reflecting the oil lamp inside the house and the snow outside the house, which was dazzling.

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It should be dark, but the mountains and fields are filled with snow, which makes the outside still look bright.

A woman with a big belly looked at the cabinet in panic. The time of the mobile phone became chaotic here. Only the clock on the top of the cabinet could tell the time: "It's almost 6 o'clock, will that old Yu..."

Bang bang bang bang!

Before he finished speaking, the door of the house was suddenly snapped.

Everyone was startled and stared at them. The snow on the window was wiped open. Lao Yu's big face pressed against the glass and said in an exaggerated lip: "It's me, open the door."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I came back before 6 o'clock and didn't die.

The two snowmen entering the house were Lao Yu and his son Yu Wen.

"How is it outside?" Everyone asked hurriedly.

Old Yu shook on the spot for a while, rubbed his face hard, and then hit his son, and finally warmed up a little: "I took a long walk, it's useless! No matter where I go, within ten minutes, I will definitely see the broken house standing in front of me and I can't walk out!"

"Is anyone? Or another house?"

Old Yu said disheartenedly: "No, don't count on it."

Everyone looked desperate.

There is no signal on the phone, the time is chaotic, and the trees all grow the same, and they cannot tell the difference between the south, west and north, and there is nothing.

This is their current situation.

Oh, there is also a radio that makes people take the exam and take the exam.

Take your mother's test.

Lao Yu entered the door with his front feet, and the rustling sound came from the back of the radio.

One afternoon was enough to cause everyone to have conditioned reflexes. Everyone immediately shut up and looked at the radio.

Old Yu and Yu Wen, who had just entered the venue, swallowed one after another.

After the radio finished speaking, it returned to silence again.

A moment later, a buzzing discussion broke out in the room.

“Who is the invigilator?”

"And the book?"

“What’s the answer sheet?”

"I've also started researching it, you're crazy." The tattooed man touched a Swiss army knife, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What else?" The woman with big belly cried before she could swell and said softly: "Don't forget the one before..."

She pointed to the roof.

The tattooed man remembered the corpse and his face turned pale. He froze for a moment, finally accepted the situation, and pinched the Swiss knife and made a move to the side: "Little Devil."

Yu Wen looked around and pointed at his nose: "You... call me?"

"Yes, just you, come and sit here." The tattooed man patted the empty seat closest to him.

"I..." Yu Wen turned his head and looked at his brother, and found that his brother was still dead on the broken sofa. He swallowed his swear words very consciously and said, "I'm 18."

What's more, the tattooed man is only twenty-five or six years old at most, so where does he call others a little ghost?

"It doesn't matter if the title is!" The tattooed man was a little impatient, "Sit over and I'll ask you, are you a student?"

Yu Wen: "Yes."

The tattooed man frowned and said, "Do you know how to take the exam?"

Lao Yu said reflexively: "He can! He is the one who takes the exam!"

"Shut up." Yu Wen was always rude to the drunkard.

But after scolding his father, he turned his head and found that everyone in the room was staring at him.

Yu Wen: "..."

He pondered the words and said, "I just finished the college entrance examination in June and have been crazy for more than three months. I've already...well, I don't know much about taking the exam anymore."

The woman with big belly panicked for an afternoon and forced a smile at him: "That's better than us. You're only three months old, and we've forgotten it."

"No." Yu Wen felt a little absurd and even forgot his fear. "Do you usually don't read novels or movies? Can the exams when haunted be a real exam? That must be a synonym!"

"What to do?"

Yu Wen rolled his eyes: "How could I know? Anyway, ghost movies are all dead. Who the hell will take the exam for your mathematics, physics and chemistry here? This house was built by the Ministry of Education?"

He said he still felt unsatisfied, but he added: "Ha."

The cousin who died on the sofa was finally awakened by him.

Yu Wen turned around and looked over.

You Huo sat up, half open his eyes and swept across everyone, then rubbed his head and pressed his neck. His legs on the broken wooden floor were very long, making the sofa look shorter and older.

Time seemed to be calculated. When he finally put down his hand and looked up, the bell on the cabinet rang.

At exactly 6 o'clock.

The current sound of the radio came again.

It beeps and threatens for a moment, pausing for two seconds, saying:

Yu Wen: "..."

After the radio said the last sentence, he died again.

Yu Wen: "..."

Shouldn’t the test papers and answer sheets for dog days be issued first???

The big belly woman screamed softly and said in panic: "This wall!"

She was talking about the wall above the stove. The wall was empty except for a few cuts. Now there are a few more lines of words.
To be continued...