*The third person of the text
I picked up a mobile phone, black, the latest model, the price on the official website is as high as five figures.
Originally I should have posted a lost and found item to return it to its original owner.
But, can anyone tell me why the phone wallpaper is my photo? ?
At the same time, a call rang on my cell phone. I pressed down to answer it in confusion, and an incredible voice came from it: "Hello——"
I quickly hung up the phone with shaking hands before he could speak.
Why?
Because I have heard this voice before, it is the voice of the perfect school girl.
But the problem is, this school idol died in a car accident five days ago...
I think I may be hallucinating due to too much stress recently.
With that in mind, I threw my phone at the door of the police station and ran away without looking back. But after that day, my life became strange.
Every day, there are strange calls on your mobile phone.
Someone asked him repeatedly where his head was with chattering teeth.
Someone whimpered in a dull voice: "It's so stuffy, so crowded..."
Some people shouted for help with a shrill voice that sounded like a receiver hanging on their fingernails.
I realized that these were calls from dead people.
Their voices tortured me day and night. Just when I thought my life was over, the police came to the door.
They handed me the mobile phone that was placed at the door of the police station and told me to be careful next time and not to lose my mobile phone again.
No, no, no, this is not my thing...
I trembled and wanted to explain, but when I lowered my head, Face Unlock unlocked it.
I had no choice but to put the phone away.
That night, the school boss called me again. He told me that the only way to prevent those things from getting in was to resolve their grievances. He also told me that he could help me.
His voice is still very pleasant, like a seductress stalking someone.
But I just felt cold all over. I had no choice but to compromise and agree.
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The school boss didn't lie to me.
With his help, I collected evidence step by step and sent the murderers to the police station.
Slowly, the number of calls on my mobile phone really became less and less.
Until that day, the phone didn't ring for a whole day, and the world was almost eerily quiet.
I looked at the thin, almost transparent school grass beside me, and finally asked the question:
"Your resentment... Is it me?"
He looked at me silently, his eyes full of emotions that I couldn't understand.
Is it because you hate me?
But I don't remember it at all...
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News from City A, two men were traveling together when they were hit by a truck. At the critical moment, the man sacrificed his life to save others, but he was unfortunately killed. The rescued person witnessed the whole process.
The survivors suffered selective amnesia due to the huge stimulation.
Intent: The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage