It is midnight.
Fu Yue was sitting on a recliner in front of the French window, her hand raised in the air, several slender fingers holding a wine glass, shaking occasionally.
It seems very pretending...No, it has style.
She is holding a mobile phone in her other hand.
The woman's red lips tucked slightly.
"Mrs. Li, I want people to know it, unless I don’t do anything. I will respond. The girl died so miserably. Tsk tsk, she is only twenty years old... When you dream back at midnight, you don’t have the time to wake up in the middle of the night... …"
The voice from the phone was like the temptation of the devil, and Mrs. Li was cold all over, and she could barely hold the phone with her fingers.
Her teeth are shaking.
How could Jiang Jiujiu know about this? This is impossible!
She pretended to be calm, "Heh, Jiang Jiujiu, I don't know what you are talking about, I think you need to go to the neurology department of the hospital to have a good look! What a dead girl, I think you are a suspense drama. There is a problem!"
quibble.
Suddenly raised his voice.
The woman was obviously angry.
Fu Yue was not worried, she put the wine glass in her hand on the table at will, and then picked up the laptop next to her.
The fingers tapped it randomly.
Press the send button.
"Well, then I will give Mrs. Li a memory."
Hearing Fu Yue's words, Mrs. Li had an ominous premonition inexplicably. Adding to the beep from the mobile phone, her heart shook.
She opened the mailbox with a shaking hand.
The picture above catches your eyes-
Even though she was ready, Mrs. Li screamed and waved her phone out.
The phone slammed on the wall, and then fell fiercely.
The phone screen faces up.
It seemed to be an extremely **** and terrifying picture.
Presumably because of the fall, this girl can no longer see her whole appearance.
Her body twisted and lay on the ground in a very strange posture, and her head rotated almost 180 degrees. At this moment, she was facing the camera showing a strange arc, the corners of her mouth were bleeding, and her eyes were not closed. A good face was so hideous that he couldn't do it, and there was a pool of blood under him, like a life-killing ghost.
Madam Li fell to the ground and shrank back, muttering to herself: "Xuanyan, I didn't kill you. If you want to claim your life, don't find me, ah ah ah ah ah... …"
She tore her own hair like crazy.
Until someone opened the bedroom door from the outside, a young man came in.
"Mom, what's the matter?"
Mrs. Li seemed to react suddenly, she immediately stood up from the ground, picked up her mobile phone, quickly exited the page, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"It's nothing, your Aunt Zhang sent me a horrible picture, and it made me scream."
As she said, she smiled and pushed her son out of the door. Looking closely, the smile on Mrs. Li's face was a little unnatural.
The phone she was holding suddenly rang again.
"Mrs. Li, how are you, do you remember?"
It was Fu Yue's voice.
It turned out that the conversation between her and Mrs. Li Dao did not stop.
When Mrs. Li's son heard Fu Yue's voice, he had already turned and left. He suddenly stopped and turned his head with a frown, "Mom, this...?"
Mrs. Li's face changed suddenly, and she pushed her son out, "If I say let you out, let you out, what nonsense!"
Her son was taken aback.