The sound from the phone was a little awkward. After saying hello, he mentioned the reason for the call, "... They were the reporters, and received a call from your sister to ask for help. They were also very concerned about the progress of the case. They have been coming to ask these days. The old lady's husband saved her once a day before your sister's accident, and unfortunately died. By the way, he and your sister happened to have the same name and surname. Alas..."

The police sighed on the other end of the phone, feeling very moved.

Li Yun's head was buzzing, and he could no longer hear other sounds.

After a while, he came to his senses, "The same name and surname?"

The sounds squeezed out of his throat were not like his own voice, very strange.

"yes."

As the police finished the tail sound, Li Yun chased and asked, "Just the day before?"

"right."

"How did he die?" Li Yun asked hurriedly.

"Car accident. Your sister was almost hit by a car. He rushed up and pushed her, but she couldn't dodge her." The police sighed again.

Li Yun felt at ease.

Car accident, that's not the case.

It's all a coincidence, right?

"...The driver in the middle of the night drove to look at his phone, but he didn't look at the road, but he drove the express train." The policeman changed his tone and continued with some conscience.

Li Yun's heart that had just been put down was lifted up.

He remembered the submissions he posted on strange stories the day before his sister was killed.

That's a photo.

The background of the photo is the street in the middle of the night, with no street lights, and there are no shops and shop signs that are on at night, so the sidewalks are trapped in a kind of darkness.

The two pedestrians walking on the road, the front face was shrouded in darkness, and only the outline was visible, and the one behind was only the bright face. The one illuminated the pedestrian's face was the mobile phone he was holding. The pedestrian had no expression, but just looked down at the screen intently. The light of the mobile phone made his face pale and a cold air.

Such a picture turned into another scene in Li Yun's mind.

The person whose face was illuminated by the mobile phone screen was replaced by a driver sitting in the car.

He might have raised his eyes and showed a strange smile.

Then the car hit a person.

A woman who had fallen to the ground by the car was his sister. As for the person who was hit by the car just now, he flew out and landed heavily on the ground, turning into a pool of blood...

Li Yun was frightened by his imagination.

What made him even more frightened was the faint sound from his mind.

Compared to that photo, he remembers the content of today's submission more clearly.

He felt a chill and jumped from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Hey? Hey? Mr. Li? Li Yun?"

The call from the phone made Li Yun shudder.

He hung up the phone like a conditioned reflex.

But the sound of the police calling his name was frozen in his mind, replacing the content of the blog posts and repeating them constantly.

He suddenly hated the name.

His cell phone suddenly began to vibrate again.

Li Yun looked at the phone screen in horror, afraid of seeing another bad news.

A WeChat pop-up window appeared on the mobile phone screen, and the excerpts showed a new message sent by his friend.

Li Yun was a little bored, but after seeing the subsequent message from his friend, he hesitated for a while and unlocked his phone.

The new link sent by a friend is a Weibo link, but it is not the new message that the name is not long enough or the strange news is posted, but the content that Zero Times News has just been released.

It was their jokes immediately.

"You escaped today."

"There's really something happened again."

Li Yun's heart beat a beat.

He held his breath, opened the link, and saw the complete news content.

The missing person notice on the attached picture made Li Yun feel weird.

Another Li Yun had an accident.

That's just a coincidence...

Perhaps it is not a coincidence.

Something incredible happened.

Those who call this name are cursed to death.

Li Yun's back groove was ground.

He felt a sense of glory for surviving the disaster, and was even more afraid of this "fact".

I escaped today, what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?

His mobile phone screen switched, and the police called again.

When Li Yun thought of the police, he suddenly felt happy and then remembered that it was useless to find the police in such a thing.

The name of the Weibo post is not long enough, but it is not called Li Yun. She is helpless and can only be a witness.

By the way!

name!

Li Yun had a light of inspiration and thought of a solution.

He couldn't wait to answer the phone. Before the policeman could ask, he said anxiously: "I want to change my name! Comrade Police, I want to change my name! Please! I will change my name now and re-apply my ID card!"

There was a silence over there, and he asked in surprise: "What?"

"I want to change my name! I didn't call this name at all! I want to change my name!"

"You..." the police stammered, as if scared by Li Yun.

"All those who call this name die! I want to change my name! I must change my name!" His attitude is stronger now than three years ago.

He didn't even notice the surprising gazes that came from the street.

"You have to change your name and get your registered residence... you are not from us, are you?" the policeman said helplessly.

Li Yun murmured: "You are right, you have to go back and change your name..."

"What I just said..."

Before the police finished speaking, Li Yun hung up the phone again.

He wants to go back and change his name.

Have to go back quickly...

Li Yun immediately booked the ticket for the closest high-speed train. After completing this operation, he drove a taxi software and called a car.

His heart beat violently, as if urging him to act quickly.

This urgency has never disappeared from opening the Weibo link.

Soon, Li Yun saw a private car parked by the road.

He breathed out and was about to get in the car, and his steps stopped.

A private car is like a closed cabinet...

"Did you call a taxi?" The driver looked over.

Li Yun reacted.

Today is definitely not his death date. An eight-year-old boy named Li Yun was killed, and today's quota was used up.

He believed so firmly, as if he had fallen into the horns and had no idea what he was.

He quickly got into the back seat and breathed a deep breath.

I didn't encounter a red light on the road in my private car, so I quickly took Li Yun to the train station.

Get tickets, get in, wait for the train...

Li Yun felt a little relieved as he listened to the noisy voices in the waiting hall. Even the fat man next to him squeezed some of his seat and his arms were close to him, he didn't feel disgusted.

With such a large space and so many people, he is finally safe, right?

No, he was safe today.

The problem should be tomorrow.

Changing the name is not easy to deal with.
To be continued...