This is not a weird story - Chapter 372 Who answered the call?

Because she was too nervous and scared, Yang Huiqing began to turn pale and looked back at the mourning hall.

After listening to the two people talking just now, she realized that the phone number turned out to be the number used by the deceased in the mourning hall, and it was actually called by her!

She now guessed that the mobile phone number was probably used by a relative of the deceased, or that the relative did not turn off the deceased’s mobile phone, which led to her just getting through.

The person who answered the phone should be a close relative of the deceased.

In order to prove her guess, Yang Huiqing kept looking into the mourning hall, trying to find who was answering the phone just now.

But soon, the candy bar in her hand vibrated but there was no sound. The sudden vibration scared Yang Huiqing so much that she almost dropped her phone.

He looked at the monochrome screen of his phone with a horrified expression, and saw that it was the phone number he had dialed just now calling back.

She swallowed her saliva, calmed her mind a little, and then looked near the door of the mourning hall and inside the mourning hall to determine who was calling at the moment.

Then he connected the phone and whispered to his ear: “Hello?”

The voice over there still sounded hollow and there was an inconspicuous echo: “Are you looking for me?”

It is still impossible to tell whether this voice is male or female, old or young, and it sounds extremely neutral.

“Sorry, I made the wrong call just now.” Yang Huiqing said in an apologetic tone while looking around.

The other end of the phone was obviously sluggish.

Just when Yang Huiqing was about to hang up the phone, the voice came faintly again: “You are right, little girl, the person you are looking for is me!”

This voice sounded extremely scary to Yang Huiqing, as if a pair of eyes were staring at her while speaking, and even her gender was known.

She was so frightened that she hung up the phone again and turned to look into the mourning hall. No one seemed to be talking on the phone there, but no one was looking at her either.

At this time Yang Jingpeng came back and brought the hairpin.

After Yang Huiqing told him what had just happened, both of them were glad that the task was completed, but at the same time, the prompt for the next task in front of them changed. After seeing the follow-up task, the two of them were dumbfounded.

“Insert the found hairpin into the deceased’s hair?!”

“Still going to the dead?”

The siblings looked at each other.

At this time, Yang Jingpeng read the prompts in front of him and said to Yang Huiqing: “Sister, this is the last task. As long as we insert the hairpin back into the deceased’s hair, we should have helped the deceased fulfill his last wish, and this strange story will end. ”

“Then why is the first method to pull out the jade brocade from under the deceased?” Yang Huiqing asked: “After the hairpin is returned, should we continue to take away the jade brocade?”

Yang Jingpeng shook his head and said: “The mission prompt says that is the first method. Now that we have the second method, there should be no need to complete the first method. Otherwise, this strange story will not allow us to skip the first method. Go straight to the second one.”

“You just said that at the bathroom door, a young man reminded you not to worry about anything and leave quickly. Where are the others?” Yang Huiqing asked again.

Yang Jingpeng stretched his neck and looked for a moment, then said: “I didn’t see it, but I can feel that he is familiar with everything here and may be a participant like us.”

After a pause, he asked Yang Huiqing: “Sister, should we act separately again? I’ll go find him while you complete the next task?”

Seeing that Yang Huiqing’s expression was wrong, she hurriedly said: “How about you go find him, and I will complete the task of returning the hairpin. But you have never seen him, so you may not recognize him!”

“You brat, let’s act together now and we can’t be separated again!” Yang Huiqing said: “That phone call just now almost scared me to death. Let’s look for that young man first. No matter whether we find him or not, we can then enter the mourning hall together. Go there. The place where the deceased is kept. I will cover for you and you can find an opportunity to return the hairpin.”

“Didn’t we say we should act together? Why should I return it?” Yang Jingpeng said.

“I also want to confirm who owns the mobile phone that just called me, and why the other party said that the person I found was him (her).” Yang Huiqing said: “Otherwise, this mobile phone prop has no meaning in our hands. It’s Appearing there cannot be meaningless!”

“The analysis seems to make sense.” Yang Jingpeng nodded, but he always felt that this unreliable sister was digging a hole for him again.

The siblings did not act separately, but walked around the mourning hall together, and then entered the mourning hall to search, but they could not find the young man who helped Yang Jingpeng just now.

“Maybe his mission is different from ours? Maybe he completed it and then left.” Yang Jingpeng guessed.

Yang Huiqing looked at the busy relatives in the mourning hall and replied: “Then let’s return the hairpin now. I will guard it outside the viewing room while you go in and insert the hairpin into the deceased’s hair.”

“Are you sure I’m going alone this time?” Yang Jingpeng asked.

Yang Huiqing was a little hesitant and stamped her feet: “I’ll be guarding the door for you. If anything happens, just say a word and I’ll come in. What are you afraid of?”

Yang Jingpeng thought carefully that the distance between the two was not that far, and nodded.

In this strange story, all the participants who come in are given the status of being able to attend the funeral of the deceased. In the eyes of other relatives and friends, the siblings are people they know, although they cannot name them.

But these two people walked around in the mourning hall without anyone stopping or questioning them.

Not long after, Yang Jingpeng entered the viewing room, which was only separated by a wall from the mourning hall. This is where the body of the deceased is stored. It can be quickly detoured from the lobby of the mourning hall, and there is no other entrance or exit.

Yang Huiqing was waiting near the entrance and exit. If someone wanted to enter the viewing room at this time, she would notify Yang Jingpeng inside in advance, or find ways to block the person for a while.

The room was deserted.

When Yang Jingpeng walked in, he immediately saw the ice coffin placed in the middle. Because of the cold weather, the ice coffin was not covered but open.

In addition, the air conditioning in the viewing room was fully turned on, so the space inside gave people an extremely cold feeling.

Nine sticks of incense were divided into three groups and placed on the table at the foot of the ice coffin. A large white candle was burning in the front, and on the ground under the candle was a pot of burned paper money.

This scene suddenly came to mind. Yang Jingpeng trembled all over. The scene in front of him made him feel that his soul had left his body. It seemed that his limbs no longer belonged to him. He just stiffly approached the ice coffin and pinched the hairpin tightly. in hand.

After approaching the ice coffin, he squinted his eyes and glanced at the person lying in the ice coffin without daring to look carefully.

It was a middle-aged woman who seemed to be around fifty when she died. Her hair had white strands and her body was very thin. Her face was all skin and bones, giving the impression that malnutrition was the main cause of her death. generally.

Yang Jingpeng didn’t dare to look anymore. He quickly moved his eyes to the deceased’s hair. Contrary to the deceased’s thin body, although her hair had a few white strands, they were many and long. They had been styled by a hairdresser. The comb is twisted up on the top of the head to form a semi-circular headband.

“Return the hairpin early and end it early.”

Yang Jingpeng didn’t dare to delay and quickly inserted the tip of the hairpin into the semicircular headband.