"Cangyi, you don't have time to prepare. Hell movies don't make you wait a day or two for you to think and ask your teammates, and once you accept it, you'll jump right into the movie. Even if Qian Cangyi has agreed, Xiao Diamond Wind is still explaining the current situation.

If one is not careful, it may just end up being one more death.

"Are you sure you want to take it?" Little Diamond Wind's voice was full of contradictions, he hoped that the person on the other end of the phone would save him, but he didn't want the other party to fall into the same danger as himself.

"Did you send an invitation?" Qian Cang asked.

"Right now." The voice of the little drill wind came, and then there was a tick-tick sound, and the other side hung up the phone.

The surroundings suddenly became unusually quiet, as if in a silent movie world, with no raindrops crashing against the earth, and no shrill car horns sounding from time to time.

As soon as Qian Cang turned his head, he found that everything around him was in a static state, as if the real world movie had been paused and everything remained for a moment, except for ...... Qian Cangyi.

A busy sound came from the microphone, as if prompting Kankuraichi to put the black microphone back in its place.

Smack.

Qian Cangyi stretched out his hand to put the black microphone back, he held the plastic handle of the black long-pole umbrella in his right hand, and the residual warmth left before had dissipated at this time, leaving only a piece of coldness.

Ding Ding Ding!

The black microphone on the telephone began to beat, like a rhythmic dance, one-two-three, one-two-three. On the yellow-green LCD display next to the microphone, a line of scrolling Chinese characters appeared.

[In the movie "Old Life", picking up the microphone means agreeing, leaving the phone booth to refuse, there is only one chance. 】

Tips for hell movies.

The choice is placed in front of Qian Cangyi, pick up the representative to accept, ignore the representative's refusal, he can still make a choice, and no one interferes with the choice made at the time.

Qian Cangyi released his right hand and put it on his left chest, he could clearly feel his heart beating, all at once, full of vitality and vitality.

He let go of his right hand and leaned his back against the transparent shield on the left side at the same time, and then his left hand grabbed the black microphone that still had a trace of residual warmth, and the next second, his biceps contracted, and his hand picked up the microphone and put it to his ear, "Hey! He said hello in a relaxed voice, as if he were chatting with an old friend.

Several purple serpentine lightning bolts streaked across the night sky, lighting up the streets, and at the same time, the originally static heavy rain also poured down, and with the sound of the bombing and thunder that came a little later, the originally silent streets suddenly became deafening, like hundreds of firecrackers lit at the same time.

A black SUV crossed the street, the driver in the driver's seat was smoking, the rain outside the window upset him, suddenly, somehow, the soot that had not yet dissipated the heat suddenly fell through the collar, and the driver quickly put down the cigarette, and then reached out to take a picture.

At this moment, he did not see the telephone booth that was unusually conspicuous under the lightning, let alone the young man standing in front of the telephone booth to answer the phone.

"Whew, forget it, I still don't smoke, I can't do anything." The driver grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, slowed down slightly and began to turn.

Another flash of lightning flashed from the sky, illuminating the street again, and also illuminating the phone booth, but the young man who was still answering the phone before was not in front of the phone booth, the black microphone that had been placed in the young man's ear was hanging in the air and slowly swaying from side to side, and the black long-pole umbrella leaning on the shutter slowly slid down, fell to the ground, and rolled down.

Darkness once again covered the street, until the next lightning bolt turned on, and the red phone booths that appeared abruptly on the sidewalk never seemed to exist, leaving no trace.

……

The white clouds slowly moved away, and the sunlight shone on Xiao Zuanfeng's body again, and he was standing next to the trash can, and just now, there was a red phone booth in front of him. Passers-by in front of and behind the sidewalk kept rubbing his side, but none of them noticed what he was doing.

"How? Come on? A young man in a black jacket stood behind Little Diamond Wind, "You won't be using the distress phone booth to say goodbye to humanity, right?" You might as well let me say goodbye to that girl. The young man put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and after saying what he had just said, he reached out and brushed the oblique bangs in front of his forehead, and the broken eyebrows that had been hidden by the bangs were exposed.

"Fable, I'm not the kind of person you think, I still want to live." Little Diamond Wind turned his head and showed his teeth at the fable.

Then, Xiao Zuanfeng turned his head to look at the white building in front of him, and there were four big red characters on the top of the building, which shone in the sun and looked even more dazzling.

"That." The fable spoke, but he swallowed it back to his lips.

"What's the matter?" Little Diamond Wind asked.

"Before Jing Ke died, he told me not to call someone if he was not sure, so as not to take another life." Fable couldn't help but think back to the scene when he first entered the movie, he never thought that the gentle squinting eyes turned out to be a murderer.

"I have faith in him." After dropping these words, Xiao Zhuanfeng walked towards the Sunshine Hospital.

"I don't care, I don't know him......" Fable spread his hands, "I think it's better for us to try to surrender, maybe we can survive." He saw that Xiao Zhuanfeng was getting farther and farther, and hurriedly chased after him.

……

The darkness came and went as quickly as it came, and the feeling of the world spinning disappeared in an instant.

Qian Cangyi found himself sitting at a lead-gray desk.

On the desk, an A4-sized pale yellow letter paper is neatly placed about 30 cm away from the edge of the desk, and the letterhead is full of neat block letters, and on the right side of the letter paper is a wood-yellow envelope.

Qian Cangyi picked up the envelope, and in the middle of the front of the envelope was written the word Shen Yu, then a space, and then three words were written. In the lower right corner of the envelope, the name of the payment is Su Wenshan, and the sender's address is Sunshine Hospital, No. 08, Xieyang Road, Shenzi City. He pointed the seal of the envelope to himself, leaving no letter in it, and then he glanced at the back of the envelope, again with nothing to be noticed.

After inspecting the envelope, Qian Cangyi picked up the letterhead.

[Mr. Shen Yu, do you remember the incident I told you a while ago? I found a clue and I'm looking for it now. Your imagination is abundant, but you must not have imagined that I found any clues. 】

[As your pen pal, I am very happy to be able to share with you the secret of my heart, in fact, no one knows this secret except for an obnoxious guy before I tell you this secret. Oh yes, that guy's name is Zuodi. I'm investigating with him, but we're in a bit of trouble beyond finding clues. 】

[If Mr. Shen Yu, you don't know what the secret I am talking about when you see this, you can first take a look at the letter I sent you before, which is written. 】

[In order not to waste your time, let's take a look at the letter I sent before, otherwise you won't understand what I mean next. 】