C40 Recording

Two months and ten days ago.

Our investigation has reached a dead end.

As time went by, I saw singing and dancing every day, and everyone was still working, falling in love, getting married, getting divorced... San Mao was still talking to different girls at my house. I even began to wonder if what I had seen that day was the truth or a fantasy, or, as the police called it, a side effect of the drug bath salt.

Until one day, I heard a recording...

That day was a weekend, and it was almost noon. After experiencing all these events, I didn't have much interest in the hustle and bustle of picking up girls. After refusing another invitation from San Mao, I was bored to death and went online at home.

I'm not the only one in the house. Since MaggieQ came to my house to heal, he has moved into my study. Naturally, I have no problem with that. Apart from the fact that I've grown up and don't take a bath every day for the summer, I'm glad someone has come to and fro with me every day, to and fro, to and fro, to and play football with me …

The Taoist was still asleep. It was a hot day, the temperature outside was over forty degrees, and the sun was so bright that it made me cry. I pulled the curtains and shade in the living room tight, turned on only a floor lamp, and turned on the air conditioner. The dim yellow light and the lower temperature made me feel a little chilly, and I sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the sofa with my laptop on my lap, listening to music with my headphones on, and browsed through the news.

"Dark Sky …" "In a room with no lights on, let all your thoughts settle down bit by bit..." Deep Sea Ser HD8DJ headset from Li Zongsheng's slightly gloomy voice, creating a space isolated from the rest of the world. At this moment, a news headline caught my attention - "Bite the head of a female ghost on the highlands of Malaysia".

I clicked on the title.

The page refreshed very slowly, and a picture slowly appeared under the title. The photo appeared to have been taken for a long time. The color had grown dim and yellowish, filled with stains and scratches. The picture was probably taken at dusk, in the dim light, surrounded by dense forest, with only a dirt road in the middle. And beyond the dirt road, there was something that looked like some kind of four-legged beast standing in the middle of the road.

When I took a closer look, I couldn't help but gasp. It wasn't a beast, but a woman with disheveled hair. She was lying on her hands and knees, looking at the photographer. Below the photo was a piece of news:

A couple in Malaysia, after gambling on the Yunji Plateau, a famous Malaysian casino gathering place, are on their way down the hill with their husbands mysteriously dead and beheaded. His wife claimed that she had met a ghost and that her husband's head had been eaten by a ghost. He witnessed the whole process and found that the woman had entered a mental hospital for treatment. This reporter was unable to verify the authenticity of the incident.

At the bottom of the post, there were various comments by netizens —

Ink Dye Red Sand: Zombie has appeared! This time it was true.

PrideEagle: Obviously fake, PS technology is too crappy!

Fragrant Fried Mushrooms: It's very strange to see people at the top of the Cloud Peak in Malay City. There have been spiritual incidents in several hotels.

Xiao: Heh heh heh, going to school is so boring. Finally, Zombie is fun …

Cipherdx: The Zombie upstairs are not fun. Come, uncle Li will teach you some martial arts.

Nbnxh: Now it's time for PSK!

The white cat also caught the mouse.

Calm life: the top floor, exploding its chrysanthemum!

@ Zhangguang: Top!

… ( please sit down on your own)

I turned the page up and looked again at the picture of the so-called ghost, which was very blurry and was not focused on the woman at all. Her features were indistinct, only her long black hair hanging down like a black waterfall, very striking, making the whole picture seem even more eerie. The most awkward part of the picture was the woman's neck, her head turned to one side at an unnatural angle, her eyes glowing blood-red as if from the flashing lights.

I saved the picture on my computer, opened it up with a professional photo app, and slowly zoomed in. When I saw the woman's neck, I felt a chill run down my spine, and I groaned and snapped my laptop shut, gasping for breath. It turned out that the woman's neck had been turned 360 degrees, coming from the other side. It was very similar to the scene of the accident where Zhou Lingwen's neck had been crushed by the wheels.

"Zizi …" "Zizi..." "Swish …" A vibration suddenly sounds out at this moment. I was so shocked that I nearly jumped up from the ground. It was only after a long while did I realize that my phone, which was upside down on the tea table, was violently vibrating.

I took two breaths to calm myself down a bit. I picked up the phone and flipped it over to look at the caller ID on the screen, but there were only four words written on it — Unknown Number...

Could it be a call from outside the country? But I don't have any friends abroad, or any of my previous generations, or any of my uncles or grandpas who were kidnapped by the Kuomintang and taken to Taiwan, and who called me?

Curious, I slide the phone close to my ear.

"…"

No Sound... There was only a faint hum, like the sound of an empty shell being pressed against an ear, but otherwise there was only silence.

"Hey …"

I gently spat out a word, but the silence was so loud that it seemed to echo, startling even me.

"…"

Still silence.

"Hello …" Who is it? "

I asked again.

When I finished this sentence, there seemed to be movement in the receiver. There was an extremely weak sound of "Hua..." "Hua …" The sound was so soft that I couldn't hear it without holding my breath. It sounded like someone was running water over a pool of water, but the sound was also a bit muffled. It sounded like it came from some sealed space, like the bottom of a distant well.

The eerie sound continued and the more I listened, the more my hair stood on end. I wanted to open my mouth to say something, but I realized that my mouth was parched from fear.

Right at this moment, the voice on the other side of the phone changed again. It was a clear sound that sounded like metal striking metal or rubbing against metal.

"Tut..." Grid... Grid... Grid... Higgle... Grid... Grid... "Swish …"

The sound was getting louder and louder, and it seemed to have some sort of rhythm to it.

"Tut..." Grid... Grid... Grid... Higgle... Grid... Grid... "Swish …"

As I listened, I became more and more nervous. My heart was beating crazily. The palm of my hand holding my phone was full of sweat. That kind of sound … I seemed to have a familiar feeling.

"Tut..." Grid... Grid... Grid... Higgle... Grid... Grid... "Swish …"

That sound... Sounds like... It seems like … Some kind of laughter? Yes! It was like the laughter of a ghost girl in a horror movie!

I suddenly remembered the picture of the female ghost with her head twisted 180 degrees!

Ah!" I screamed, jumped to my feet, and threw the phone away!