The woman has walked a long way.

Before Fu Ying could answer, I followed him first.

The woman seemed to be left alone, but she just buried her head forward.

After walking another road, I turned around and saw the community under construction. The community house has been built, but there are no windows installed.

A telephone booth on the side of the road is very inconspicuous, just like those street lights and signs. Normal people will not pay special attention to it when they pass by it.

The red telephone booth is mottled and painted, but the original bright color can still be seen. It is also the only dazzling color on this road without any color.

The telephone booth is fully enclosed, with a square space with a flat roof, marked with the words "public telephone". It is still an advertisement box facing the motor vehicle lane. The advertisements posted inside have faded, and you can vaguely see that it is a movie poster.

I still have an impression of this movie. It was a campus love movie I was screened in high school. The male star was a traffic star at that time, and the female star was also a traffic actress. Therefore, it won a lot of attention and box office, but its reputation was extremely bad. The box office dived all the way, and it was quickly drawn offline.

The poster in the advertising box shows that the young and beautiful actors of the male and female leads are only two pale faces. Even the name of the movie is so blurred that it cannot be identified, and other handwritings disappear completely.

The woman accelerated her pace, crossed the road, and walked directly to the telephone booth.

I followed.

The telephone booth is clean, with only dust and not turned into a trash can.

The phone hanging on the inner wall looks complete, the microphone is hung on it, and the keys are not missing. The numbers on the keys are blurred. The operating guide posted on the phone is gone.

There is also a horizontal board under the phone, with an old-fashioned yellow page on it. The index book has been curled and has yellowed on the sides. A rope is worn on the spine and tied into the telephone booth.

The woman opened the door and walked in without dialing.

I didn't see any yin energy attached to the phone booth, nor did I see any ghosts nearby.

Skinny and Fu Ying followed. Skinny probably understood the intention. But Fu Ying was holding back at me with a strange look. He was already restrained enough, but he still couldn't help but look at me frequently.

Normal people probably can't understand the purpose of me coming here.

The woman stared at the phone booth without blinking.

I am recalling Aoba’s archive content.

I remember there was a file mentioning the phone booth.

The telephone booth on the roadside sounded, and it was a call from the deceased. Once answered, it formed some kind of contact with the deceased. Those who answered the phone were eventually killed by ghosts.

Aoye's client also died.

Aoba's people did not solve the case. After the client died, the phone booth in question disappeared. They were not targeted. Of course, there was no chance of winning playing cat and mouse games in such a big world.

I don't remember the exact look of that phone booth.

But when Minqing didn't see any public telephone booth any more, he suddenly encountered such a thing...

"What's her husband's name?" I asked Fu Ying.

Fu Ying suddenly heard such a question and was stunned. He sorted out his already sparse hair, "I don't know. Our street office had contacted her relatives before and found her parents. They had no choice. They didn't mention her husband's name..."
Chapter completed!