"Nine nine... Xiao nine..."

In my ears were the voice of an old and kind woman, and the sound was very light and a little ethereal.

I opened my eyes, my eyelids were heavy and my eyes were sour.

The first thing I saw was the digital alarm clock at the head of the bed, and the number displayed on it was "03:21".

Three:21 a.m.

I went to bed at 3:05 in the morning. At that time, I checked my phone and confirmed the time before turning off the social homepage, chat group, and book review area of ​​the novel website that I was browsing...

Time to browse online is always fleeting.

Just look at the Christina concert event that was being discussed enthusiastically on the Internet, and time has passed.

At the end of the chat, there were still many night owls who maintained their enthusiasm. Once refreshed, they could see new speeches. Several chat groups kept popping up with new information. Even the novel's book review area was very lively. A group of readers were browsing 666 under the novels with the theme of spiritual revival. Some of them may not have read the novel, but just came to join in the fun.

On the Internet, it seems that everyone in another world is joking about the birth of a new natural law and the birth of a new world.

In the real world, my parents were already asleep. My dad was still on the TV. The sound of gunfights from inside was frightening, and my dad's snoring was also loud. I went to turn on the TV. My mom shared with the aunts, uncles, aunts and aunts in the family chat group and shared the newly seen links such as "The best way for elderly people to eat this" and "The easy way to wash dishes you don't know" and so on, and fell asleep and snored slightly.

Whether or not a ghost exists has no effect on them.

These memories flashed through my mind in the blink of an eye.

"Xiaojiu, Jiujiu..."

The call sounded again.

My sleepy and dull brain began to react.

In the family, including uncles and aunts’ children, I ranked ninth. When I was a child, I had the ninth name. If I was older, I would only be shouted "Jiujiu is getting taller and taller as I grew up, and I was just that little when I was a child." "Jiujiu is so handsome now, have you found a girlfriend?"...

"Ninety-nine..."

Memories always emerge unconsciously.

I heard the somewhat strange voice and the tone of calling my nickname, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out on my back.

The room was warm and the quilt was very warm, but I felt the chill.

There seemed to be one more person in the room where I was the only one. Not only was there a call coming out, but there was also a line of sight that fell on my back.

That thing was behind me, looking at me.

She is calling my name.

Will you be killed when you look back? You will be sucked away from your essence and soul?

By the way, there is no saying that three clusters of yang fires in human body are damaged, one on top of the head and one on both shoulders. At night, I heard people shouting from behind and patting themselves. Never turn back, and my whole body turns over, otherwise the flames on my shoulders will be blown out by my own breath and ghosts can hurt themselves.

Not to mention supernatural stories, in those extremely handsome action movies and combat-related comic novels, those who turn their heads directly are cannon fodder, and their heads will be cut off by the protagonist or villain.

Can't look back...can't look back...

"Ninety-nine."

The call continued.

My body was sweating and my hands and feet began to tremble unconsciously.

"Ninety-nine, don't you look at grandma? Are you not grandma?"

I suddenly came to my senses, and memories of my grandmother came into my mind.

grandmother……

"I'm back. The underworld is gone, and we ghosts have all run to the living room." The old voice explained patiently, "But we can't go home yet. We have to have family pick us up before we can come back. Jiujiu, can't you remember grandma? Don't you want grandma to go home?"

There are more regrets and grievances in the voice, but there is also a sense of tolerance from an elder.

I wanted to turn around. As soon as the muscles on my neck moved, I forced myself to restrain them.

No, this must be a ghost lying!

"Ninety-nine, if you want to pick up grandma, just take grandma's ashes to the central green space at this time. Remember. This time... brings ashes... the central green space..."

The sound became more and more ethereal, and the tail sound dissipated directly into the air.

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the alarm clock at the head of the bed.

Three:21.

I sat up suddenly, turned around and saw that there was no one beside the bed. I looked at the rest of the room, but I saw no one.

I turned on the desk lamp and ran to turn on the headlights of the room. There was no dark corner in the room, bright and there was no one to see.

One minute passed on the alarm clock.

Dreaming?

But this dream...

At 3:21, this was the time when grandma died more than six years ago. She died in the hospital and was no longer able to do so. Two or three notices of critical illness were issued. The rescue doctors could do had reached their limit.

Almost everyone in the family was waiting in the ward. At 3:21, the instrument rang, and that time became the time for grandma's death. Uncle and aunt started calling, calling the people who did not come to watch the night. That night, they changed their grandma's funeral clothes, and sent them from the hospital to the funeral home the next day, held a memorial service, and buried her.

At 3:21…

At that time, the pale lights and the uncomfortable corridors in the hospital were still fresh in my memory. There were also the expressions of relatives... the appearance of grandma on the hospital bed...

Is this a dream?

Christina held a concert, the world became different, and then... grandma said, the underworld is gone...

I felt trembling all over, and the excitement of being in a blockbuster movie.

I subconsciously grabbed my phone and looked at the information on the Internet. I entered my experience just now, but when I was about to send it, I hesitated again.

Online, people are discussing Christina's affairs or speculations about the changes in the world, and are full of enthusiasm and high emotions.

Grandma...returning to the soul...

I think what I encountered was a bit different and subconsciously didn't want to share it.

The messages in the group flashed randomly, and several pieces of content were refreshed at once.

I clicked on it and saw that a guy who was often flooded in the group was shouting that he had encountered a ghost. The text and voice messages were sent one after another, and a video was posted.

It was only then that I noticed that this group was a novel chat group or a chat group for a spiritual revival novel. This netizen called "Helpful" is an extroverted and talkative person, and he can talk to anyone, talk about novels, and talk about weather.

At first, some people laughed at him for being innocent and trying to deceive others. This method was too clumsy.

But after the voice and video were released, such statements were reduced, and more people screamed, and there were a lot of expressions of fear and question marks with unknown meanings.

These voices and videos are automatically played, but the information in the group is flashed too quickly, so I can't stand it.

I heard his nervous breathing in the voice message. He kept saying that there was something wrong, and his voice became more and more crying.

In the small window, the video begins to play.

I've reached a gap.

He seemed to be hiding in the quilt and filming this video.

The room was very dark, and suddenly it became darker.

When the lens turned, a figure on the side of the desk flashed with the light, and the frequency of flickering was very high. Under this light, you could barely see him pressing the desk light switch with his hand and fiddling constantly.

The light was turned off and it was not turned on for a long time this time.

Click!

The lights are on again.
Chapter completed!