Ding...
just at the moment of yearning for the pyramids to calm down, the mobile phone rings suddenly. The mobile phone drops to the ground with a slap, and the screen turns over with the back facing up. He reaches out his hand in fear and picks up his mobile phone.
At this point, the information on the screen lights up.
"What? Li Ping, are you afraid? Don't you live in Goya apartment? It's like room 1009, isn't it? "
A strange text message, looks like the number of the landline.
Looking forward to the pyramid named Li Ping, is a typical network jet, because the real life is not good, often damage others on the network to find pleasure, vent their emotions.
Li Ping looked at this strange message. He turned off the screen of his mobile phone in panic. But when he thought about it, he felt that something was wrong. He not only knew his specific location, but also his telephone number.
He wanted to call back and ask why he wanted to trick himself like this.
Li Ping opened the mobile phone screen again, looked at the number of the message, and then pressed the call button. He trembled and turned on the megaphone.
Dudu... Dudu...
"sorry, the number you dialed is empty. Please inquire and play again. Sorry..."
the prompt sound in the phone is like a bolt from the blue, which directly hits Li Ping's mind.
Empty number...
did you run into a ghost?
Thinking of those female anchors and entertainers he had ridiculed before, almost every one of them had been hacked from the Internet by him. Before that, once the female anchor couldn't stand the sarcasm, she would commit suicide after psychological collapse.
The female anchor who had committed suicide had said bad things with other jets before. Li Ping did not know why, but suddenly thought of it in his mind.
And now.
Liang Chen has hacked into Li Ping's mobile phone by analyzing the data systematically. By changing the code through the front camera, he can clearly see the panic expression on Li Ping's face at this time.
He leaned on the soft pillow, leisurely looking at the expression of the network jet like a ghost, and the corners of his mouth could not help laughing.
This kind of person is light to scare him.
Liang Chen smiles, and then uses the system to send a message to Li Ping's mobile phone: "hello... Are you scared silly? Why are you so pale? Drink two mouthfuls of apple vinegar quickly and slowly! "
Kuang dang...
what?
Message received.
Li Ping was completely confused.
Apple vinegar...
he looked at his tea table, and there was a bottle of half drunk apple vinegar on the table top. He looked around in panic, as if there was a camera at home monitoring himself.
The whole person seems to be close to the edge of collapse, pale face, purple lips, eyes also began to flicker.
Li Ping still put the mobile phone on the sofa, turned his head and looked at every corner of his home. His mouth was scared and said: "you... Who are you? I know I'm wrong! I will never do network jet again! Please... Please let me go, will you? "
It must have been a ghost...
he thought so.
Otherwise, how could a home that has lived for such a long time be guessed by people at a glance what's on the table, and even know his own name, even the number of his own house.
Looking at Li Ping's panic from the panel, Liang Chen felt a lot of pain in his heart. He taught this kind of network jet to use this method, otherwise they would not know the seriousness of the consequences.