The ghost's real target is not Shi Yun'an, but Mami Asano, this news must be delivered to Shi Yun'an as soon as possible, otherwise...

Although everyone couldn't say why, they could feel a growing unease.

Asano Maami died, but... that ghost seems to be getting more and more terrifying.

It is a ghost that will keep eating, where does the energy converted from what it eats go to?

That energy couldn't just disappear out of thin air, it would definitely turn the ghost into something more terrifying.

Shi Yun'an's phone could no longer be connected.

Several people split into two groups, Zhang Yunian and Xia Jiang went to find Shi Yun'an, Yibui Youxian and Yayoi Amemiya went to find the cell phone that Mami Asano had lost.

If the ghost continues to eat it again, its terrifying level is likely to soar.

But at this moment, that phone is in another person's hand.

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Wakako was lying on the sofa, holding up the phone and pressing it with joy.

On the street before, she noticed a high school girl with a very wrong look, so she subconsciously paid attention to her.

Sure enough, the high school girl threw her mobile phone into the trash with a face full of fear like she was crazy.

At this moment, what He Gezi has in his hand is the mobile phone.

She doesn't plan to pay it back. In Japan, when someone else takes the initiative to throw away things, they belong to you when you pick them up. This is not illegal.

I thought there was something wrong with this phone, but after checking it carefully, Wakako didn't find anything unusual.

There were two phone calls in the middle, but she didn't answer.

Wakako simply formatted the phone neatly, and then replaced it with his own phone card.

It's absolutely fine...

Maybe that high school girl broke up with her boyfriend, and the phone was a gift from the man when he was in love, so she threw it away?

Kazuko felt like she was about to guess the truth.

Young people who have not yet entered the society are easy to act with anger. Even if it is given by an ex-boyfriend, it is also their own property. Why should they abandon their own property? How stupid.

Wakako was lying on the sofa, holding her phone high, entering a string of numbers, and logging in to a recruitment website.

However, just after confirming the login, the picture on the phone screen became a little strange.

"Did you change to a new design style..."

Looking at the picture that appeared on the screen of the mobile phone... It was dark and obscure, with a white face looming, and Wakako was a little strange.

As a recruitment website, is this style really okay...

This is, this phone suddenly shook!

"Buzz...buzz..."

He Gezi subconsciously wanted to hang up, but he immediately reacted, no, now this is his own mobile phone, his own calling card, so it is not the owner who is calling, but the person who is looking for me?

After hesitating for a moment, He Gezi pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Hello, are you Ms. Aoki Wakako?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was a gentle woman.

"Ah, it's me."

"Your resume has been passed, would you like to come for an interview tomorrow?"

Sure enough, he was looking for himself!

Wakako looked very excited, this is a very rare job, didn't expect to pass the initial test.

"I am willing! I will be there on time tomorrow! What is the time and place..."

Wakako's voice was a little impatient, and her question was immediately answered by the other party.

"The address is... 嗞—嗞——" At this moment, two piercing electric sounds suddenly appeared in the phone.

He Gezi took off the phone and glanced at the screen.

The call interface actually changed back to that strange new website page?

And I don't know if it's my illusion, the white face pattern that was faintly visible on the screen before has become much clearer now.

Under Wakako's gaze, that white face became more and more real...it was as if...something was about to come out of the phone.

Just as Wakako was in a trance, a voice appeared on the phone again.

"No. 95, Xintian District."

"Excuse me?" He Gezi didn't care about the white face on the phone screen, quickly picked up the phone and said, "I didn't hear you clearly just now, please say it again, sorry..."

"Xintian District... No. 95."

The voice from the mobile phone was no longer the gentle female voice, but a somewhat hoarse voice that could not tell the difference between male and female.

"No. 95, Xintian District? Okay, I remember, so the time is..."

"Beep beep..."

The other party hung up the phone.

He Gezi threw the phone on the sofa with a bitter expression, and muttered, "I won't lose my chance, damn it..."

As a job seeker, it's too impolite not to be able to hear what someone is saying.

It's over, and now people hang up the phone directly, probably already angry.

However, this is a hard-won opportunity.

He Gezi couldn't bear to give up, she looked at the mobile phone she had just picked up, made up her mind, and decided to call again and ask.

However, this time, after she dialed back the number, she got a reply: "Sorry, the number you dialed is an empty number..."

Empty number?

Wakako's eyes widened, how is this possible?

Obviously he called back directly, and he just talked to the other party just now.

This is just... too weird, isn't it?

He Gezi called again, but the number was still empty.

I won't...encounter those things...

Japan is a country where horror movies and urban legends are prevalent, and Kazuko Aoki is no exception. She grew up listening to various horror stories since she was a child.

Now thinking of what happened to her, Wakako suddenly felt terrified.

There is a problem, there must be something wrong with this phone!

Wakako remembered the expression on that female high school student's face when she threw away her cell phone, it was clearly a look of fear.

However, at this time, the phone was on again!

But this time, instead of a phone call, it was a text message?

He Gezi timidly looked at the screen, carefully clicked on the text message quickly, then hid aside and poked his head to read.

"Huh? It turned out to be a contract?"

He Gezi took a quick look. This contract was sent by the company that called just now.

The fear subsides for a while, and joy wells up in my heart. Could it be that... the other party is so satisfied with my resume?

She looked at the contract carefully. It was just a draft contract. It briefly described the relationship between the company and its employees, responsibilities and obligations. There was also a button made into a fingerprint at the bottom. Press it to indicate that a reply has been received. .

Except for the slightly strange black border and faint white shadow in the background, this is a model contract drawn up in advance and has no legal effect.

He Gezi breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his thumb, and gently pressed down on the place with the fingerprint pattern.