The young man stretched out his hand towards the glass door, as if he was about to touch the reflection on the glass to see if it was real.

As soon as his hand touched the cold glass, it fell to the ground.

The barber shop rushed out, feeling a little overwhelmed.

The ambulance arrived soon and the police followed.

I saw Zhang Yu again.

He sat on the sofa, holding his cell phone, a little confused.

He took out the call record and called back. I could feel his strange mood.

Before the phone rang, he hung up the phone and dialed it out again.

The name displayed on the call interface is "Zhang Youcheng". After the phone is connected, Zhang Yu shouted: "Hey, son, dad has something to ask you."

"Hmm? What's the matter? What's the use of your phone?" An answer came from the other end of the phone.

"No. That... you called me before and told me to be careful when answering the phone..." Zhang Yu hesitated, but after saying a few words, the person on the other end of the phone became anxious.

What Mingsit did before seems to have not disappeared, but happened.

She became a real god of death through the channels she had mastered.

Maybe she is doing this now.

I thought of the changing young man.

"...No, I didn't let me trade or something. He said he was a big one. You have seen the photos before. My classmate..."

"Dad, that's a fraudulent call. Don't believe it." Zhang Youcheng said immediately, and gave several more instructions.

When Zhang Yu heard this, he gradually relaxed, "Oh, scam, I know, I know. I thought it was really big... It's okay, it's okay. Have you eaten it?"

The father and son chatted for a while and hung up the phone.

Zhang Yu got up relaxed and ran to the kitchen to cook.

The illusion in front of me changed again.

The young man was lying in the morgue, wrapped in a body bag.

I could not see anything, but suddenly I saw the body in it through the body bag. The young man had recovered his original appearance.

The two men walked in at this time, holding the documents, with a haunted expression. They hurriedly pulled open the body bag and were stunned.

"Not right. Why..." One of them spoke, and after he finished speaking, he immediately went to search for the documents.

The two of them started to work hard, sweating.

Check the body, take samples, and make records...

"It was obviously..." The two of them looked at different photos and looked at the bodies. They were both shivering and looking at each other, with disbelief and terror in their eyes.

It is understandable that one person remembers it wrong. It is possible that both of them remember it wrong.

However, there are problems with the photos taken by the machine, the collected DNA, the printed fingerprints and other data, which should only be described as haunted.

The two of them were very uneasy and left with the report, both forgot to pull the body bag up again.

I looked at the young man's face and my vision gradually blurred.

"...Brother Qi? Brother Qi!"

I came to my senses and looked at the thin man sitting beside me.

"Brother Qi, what's wrong with you? Are you using your abilities again?" asked the thin man.

The fat man sat down opposite us and looked at my face.

I looked at my palm and did not hide this from them.

"Is there any?" The thin man pulled my hand and watched for a long time.

The fat man also looked over and saw it.

The two of them seemed to be unable to see what Mingsit left in my hands.

"I can't see it."

"I didn't see it either."

"Isn't the thing you are talking about? Isn't that scam who became the victim's impression? That person died, and he died." The fat man quickly changed the topic, "Is it done by Mingshit? Telephone, fraud, death... this is her usual method."

I nodded.

This must have been done by Mingsit, but I don't understand why she let me see this. Moreover, this behavior pattern is very different from her past behavior pattern.

"It's not exactly the same." I immediately corrected the fat man's statement, "It used to be considered a fraud, but it wasn't like that... She used to be the Party A and signed a contract with someone. Isn't the devil and the devil all like this? Now it's..."

I stopped and looked at my palm when I said this.

Now, she becomes death.

Simple death, complete death, has nothing to do with anything else, and there is no need to go through any "intermediary" or "procedure". As long as she wants, she can kill people.

No, there is still a need for an "intermediary". The "intermediary" is not the original contract, but the telephone number.

"…Communication." I murmured, "it should be communication."

"The communication has been restored. Some people said the death transactions on the Internet, but there seemed to be no new news." The thin man took his cell phone and opened the web page while grabbing a bun and eating it.

The three of us put our heads together and looked at the thin man's mobile phone screen.

"The last message should be this." The thin man flipped through for a while and clicked on a message on the social homepage.

That was just a forwarding. The original message was that my friend met Mingsit, made a deal, and was now dead.

The thin man touched the screen of the mobile phone, and the page jumped to the person's homepage.

He was about to switch back, but I stopped him.

I saw the newly forwarded message from this person.

This person seems to be a horror movie enthusiast, reading horror novels, horror movies, playing horror games, and collecting these horror stories online.

His newly transferred content is the horrifying legend of office buildings.

My eyelids twitched.

Because the original message was accompanied by a photo, it was the office building where the express ghost was located. The person who sent the content was a former employee of a financial company in the building. He said that he had long thought that the place was very strange and gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

I clicked the relevant link, and at a glance, I knew that the news that popped up was not a report from a regular news media, but a message released by an unknown self-media.

But it is well written and guessed!

"There are not many living people in the building?" The thin man looked at me in surprise.

The fat man read out the content: "...There were three survivors sent by the police that day, and nineteen dead people carried out. Apart from that, no one else came out. There should be more than twenty companies in the office building, and the incident happened on a working day, and the employees in the building..."

"There is also here." The thin man pointed to the following paragraph, "The owner of a nearby restaurant also said that there were very few people coming out for lunch in the building, and there were very few people going to and from get off work, and he thought there was a back door..."

"I guessed..." I felt something was wrong after saying it, "It shouldn't be guessed."

"This kind of self-media won't be squatting on the scene, do you count the heads?" said the thin man.

I feel a sense of uneasiness.

It's not that feeling of death, but another feeling of uneasiness.

I immediately felt a pain in my palm and saw the illusion again.
Chapter completed!