[Ghost story with rules + unlimited streaming + suspense reasoning + no heroine + independent copy] The day my mother was hospitalized for kidney failure, I received an anonymous text message.
The moment I opened it, I was already sitting in a midnight classroom. "Quiet self-study" was written in red chalk on the blackboard, there were four rules in the drawer, and someone behind me called my name. The rule says: Please be sure to put away the stationery handed over by your classmates. Whose rules are so polite? I stared at the fourth item for three seconds: The person calling your name is not a person. The voice behind me was my mother's. "Xiaoyan, mom is here, come here." I didn't look back. After dawn, the bank text message came. One hundred thousand. It's enough for my mother's two months' worth of medicine. If it's not enough, make more next time.
