call……

The face of the water ghost in the casserole swelled up. The moment he stared at Du Gui, he immediately sank.

The next second.

Du Gui turned around, glanced back, and said in a puzzled tone: "Strange, I seemed to hear something just now. Is there a mouse running in my kitchen?"

This is not very likely.

Although there were several mouse traps placed in the warehouse where dry goods and vegetables were stored, in fact, since Du Gui woke up half a month ago, all the mice in his house had died inexplicably.

Can't find one.

Is this a good sign for restaurant owners?

Da da da…

Footsteps sounded.

Du Gui walked into the kitchen and looked around.

No traces of mice were found.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked at the casserole placed on the gas stove, and muttered: "Is there something wrong with this pot of soup? When I was sleepwalking, I added the hair of the water ghost into it, and the hair was also supernatural.

It’s a stuffy thing, you might as well cause trouble.”

"Otherwise, just take it out as rubbish..."

Said.

Du Gui put on his gloves, carefully picked up the pot of vegetable soup mixed with the water ghost's hair, and walked out of the restaurant.

He didn't open for business today, and the trash can in the back kitchen was empty.

If you pour it in, you will have to go out and pour it out tomorrow, and it may be sizzling after a night.

It's better to empty the trash can outside the hotel.

But as soon as I walked to the hotel lobby, suddenly...

Du Gui frowned.

A buzzing sound sounded in the empty hall.

"What the hell?"

Du Gui looked around and saw that the source of the sound was under a square table near the corner. It was pitch black underneath and could not be seen clearly with the naked eye. This was where the vibration of the sound came from.

"It sounded like a cell phone ringing."

Du Gui lowered his head and glanced at his pants pocket. His cell phone was well placed inside.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Could it be that a guest came to eat and pulled down his cell phone?"

Du Gui hurried over and looked down, vaguely seeing the outline of a mobile phone in the dark corner.

"No, there haven't been any customers in the hotel recently. Just yesterday morning a few workers came, and they were all ghosts."

"Is it possible that someone came to my store?"

"strangeness……"

As he spoke, he put the casserole on the table, reached out and grabbed the cell phone.

Take it out and take a look.

Oh my goodness, it’s the latest Apple phone.

There are still missed calls on the screen, and a call is being dialed, but the phone number displays a series of * numbers.

Du Gui pressed the answer button smoothly: "Hello?"

There was dead silence on the other end of the phone.

He added: "Hey, hey, hey? Can you hear me?"

"Hey, hey, hey? Your mobile phone was left in my store. I'm the owner of Home Inn. Please come and pick it up."

"Hey, hey, hey? I'm dying if I don't speak..."

Du Gui hung up the phone with a puzzled look on his face.

"Damn, what the hell."

"I didn't say anything when I answered the phone, and I didn't say anything when I asked him to be taken. I'm afraid I don't have any serious illness in my head."

Du Gui couldn't help complaining and checked the Apple phone.

The model number turned out to be 10086, and it had nothing but a function for answering calls.

"I'm afraid Ni Cai is out of trouble again."

"If no one comes to collect it tomorrow, I will sell this phone and treat it as a way to get some blood back."

Du Gui conveniently put his cell phone into his pocket.

Carrying the casserole, I walked outside the store.

It was already late at night.

It was cold and cold outside, and the night sky was so dark that it made me feel a little depressed.

"It seems that since half a month ago, the nights I have seen have been like this."

Du Gui sighed.

There is a trash can right in front.

He walked over and was about to pour out the soup in the casserole.

But at this moment.

Suddenly...

He heard the cell phone ring twice.

The sound was in his pocket.

That's the Apple phone I just picked up.

The sound came from the darkness ahead. In the darkness, there seemed to be a person squatting, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and making a call.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Du Gui's forehead.

His body froze.

He had the courage to shout: "Who is where?"

The man squatting on the phone said nothing.

Inexplicably, Du Gui felt extremely uneasy.

"Brother, I'm timid. If you say anything, I'll be scared!"

He has always been timid.

In addition, Anzhou has been haunted recently, and he has seen a few of them himself. When the other party didn't say anything, he immediately started thinking about it.

at the same time.

Du Gui was also retreating.

At this time, I no longer care about pouring the soup.

It's safest to go back to the store quickly.

But look back.

Du Gui's face instantly turned pale.

There is no such thing as a Home Inn.

Looking around, we saw the same funeral street we had just visited during the day.

No……

This is not a funeral street that I am familiar with.

It's another street that is exactly the same, but completely unfamiliar.

There are many paper figures and horses placed on both sides of the street, and paper lanterns are hung above the door. The candles burning inside are emitting a bright green light.

It's like the gate of hell.

Those paper figures and horses looked particularly oozing under the green light, as if the paint had fallen off.

"Fuck! I shouldn't go out to take out the trash at 12 o'clock at night."

Du Gui cursed.

He doesn't have a kitchen knife with a water ghost on him now, or Sister Hong's stockings and high heels. He only has the casserole in his hand that can be used to hit people.

If you hit it correctly, you might be able to knock someone unconscious, and the boiling hot soup in the casserole can also make someone scream.

But……

It's haunted now...

Du Guixin felt chilly.

The cell phone in my pocket was still ringing.

He didn't dare to act rashly, but behind him, the ringtone of another cell phone was ringing louder and louder.

Even a little harsh.

Du Gui tried to stay calm, and he realized rationally: "It's not that the ringtone on the phone is getting louder, it's that that damn thing is getting closer and closer to me."

"I'm just an ordinary person, and I'm being targeted by ghosts. How should I protect myself?"

"No...it doesn't necessarily mean that you are being targeted. Normal ghosts will only exist according to the way they behaved in life. Unless they are the kind of terrifying resentful ghosts or the fierce spirits like Sister Hong, they will all look the same."

Du Gui was comforting himself.

He told himself: "My luck can't be that bad. Maybe what I met is just an ordinary ghost who died and turned into a ghost when he lost his mobile phone and called to look for it."

Say this.

Du Gui felt much calmer.

He walked forward pretending to be nonchalant.

But I just walked a few steps.

The ringtone of the mobile phone behind him became louder and louder, and the two voices overlapped.

Du Gui didn't feel the coldness or chill behind him like he had before being touched by a ghost. He only felt that the sound was too loud.

Can't help it.

Du Gui lowered his head slightly and glanced behind him with the corner of his eye.

There is nothing behind you.

"Run away?"

This sentence came to Du Gui's mind.

but……
Chapter completed!