This is not a weird story

The task prompt points out that before looking for hairpins, you must first apply corpse wax on your hands, otherwise there will be accidents during the search.

Yang Jingpeng thought that the hairpin might be slippery, and ordinary hands might not be able to grasp it after being wet with water, so they had to cover their hands with corpse wax so that they could grasp the hairpin.

In fact, the hairpin belonged to a dead person and fell in this extremely yin-filled place. If there was no corpse wax on the hand, not only would the hairpin not be taken away, but some strange things might happen.

Holding back his nausea, he put his hand into the hole and groped around for a while.

Fortunately, I didn't touch anything that I imagined would make people vomit on the spot. The inside of this hole was washed clean.

But it was very deep inside. Yang Jingpeng put one hand on the ground and tilted his head, almost lying on the ground. He stretched half of his arm in and groped carefully.

The next second, his fingers touched a hard movable object, he pressed it lightly, and then pulled it toward him. Yang Jingpeng could feel that it was a hard metal object, indeed like a hairpin.

After moving a little closer to him, he reached out and grabbed the thing.

At this moment, something suddenly touched his finger. Yang Jingpeng was stunned, raised his middle finger and index finger, moved closer to that direction in the invisible hole, and touched the thing again.

It feels different from hairpins, it doesn't have such a hard surface, and it doesn't look like a metal object.

While he was guessing, the thing that was touched suddenly moved and suddenly grabbed Yang Jingpeng's hand.

"It's a hand!"

Yang Jingpeng never expected that there would be a hand in the sewer leading to the septic tank, and the hand was still moving. He trembled with fright, and quickly grabbed the hairpin and pulled his hand out.

The palm that was holding him couldn't hold on tightly because of the slippery wax. Yang Jingpeng quickly pulled his hand out of the hole in the toilet. He didn't have time to take a closer look, but he vaguely saw that what he was holding was indeed a hair. Hairpin, get up, open the compartment door and run out.

The palm that was moving in the hole just now seemed very small, and the fingers were very thin, but it didn't look like a child's hand.

He quickly came to the sink, turned on the faucet to rinse the corpse wax on his hands, and quickly rinsed the hairpin as well.

Who knew that the corpse wax seemed to be clinging to the skin of the palms and backs of hands, and no matter how much I rinsed, there was still a lot that couldn't be washed off.

Regardless, Yang Jingpeng heard a noise coming from the cubicle just now. Could it be that the ghost hand had already stretched out from the hole in the toilet?

His heart was pounding and he was sweating. He quickly grabbed the hairpin and walked to the door of the men's room.

Almost at the same moment, the door of the last compartment suddenly opened with a creak.

Yang Jingpeng was so frightened that he quickened his pace.

"You... dropped something."

An old, hoarse, unidentifiable male or female voice came from the cubicle.

"Did something fall?"

Yang Jingpeng suddenly stopped when he reached the door. His mind was blank now. He just wanted to escape from here quickly. He didn't react until he heard the sound, but he lowered his head and didn't dare to look back.

After thinking about it, he realized that except for the small metal box containing corpse wax that he had just placed next to the sink, he seemed to have not forgotten anything else.

"Does the mission need to be taken away to complete the corpse wax box?" Although Yang Jingpeng guessed this, he did not dare to go back.

But after hearing the reminder from the voice behind him, he didn't dare to leave rashly.

At this time, the cubicle door behind him continued to make the sound of opening, and the sound of something being dragged came. In Yang Jingpeng's mind, a picture of a person crawling on the ground emerged.

"You... dropped something." The voice sounded again.

This time he was obviously closer to Yang Jingpeng than before.

"Is this person going to give me the things I dropped?" Yang Jingpeng made random guesses in his mind.

The next second his ankle suddenly tightened, and an unusually cold and wet hand grabbed him.

Yang Jingpeng was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head to look, but at this moment a pair of hands stretched out from in front of him and stabilized his shoulders. At the same time, a voice said: "Don't lower your head, don't worry about what's behind, keep walking, get out of here and go outside."

When he saw someone arriving, Yang Jingpeng immediately calmed down and glanced at the strange young man in front of him. He suspected that the other person was also a participant, but he looked very experienced, at least more experienced than his unreliable sister.

Following the young man's instructions, Yang Jingpeng no longer lowered his head to look, although he felt the hand on his ankle was grabbing him. Instead, he passed by the young man, strode out, walked out of the corridor, and came to the mourning hall. A sunny place outside.

As he walked outside, Yang Jingpeng quickly felt that the coldness on his ankles was disappearing, but he still did not lower his head to check.

After almost ten seconds, the abnormal feeling was completely gone.

Yang Jingpeng breathed a heavy sigh, and when he looked up, he found his sister sitting there just now holding the candy bar phone, her face pale and her body trembling slightly.

Raising the hairpin in his hand, Yang Jingpeng quickly approached and whispered to Yang Huiqing: "Sister, I got the hairpin. I just met someone... you, what is going on?"

At this time, he found that Yang Huiqing did not seem to hear his words, but glanced nervously into the mourning hall, and almost threw away the mobile phone in his hand.

"Sister, what happened?" Yang Jingpeng pushed her shoulder.

Only then did Yang Huiqing react. She looked nervous and said in a voice that was about to cry: "Just now... I just got through the phone..."

It turned out that after Yang Jingpeng entered the bathroom, Yang Huiqing began to study this old-fashioned mobile phone.

Although the mobile phone could be used normally, there were no text messages or call records on it, and there were no weird apps that could be used, so she did some research and came up with no results.

At this moment, Yang Huiqing suddenly heard two people next to her talking, and the sound of the conversation happened to be heard. One of them said a series of phone numbers at this moment, and the numbers of the numbers came to her ears very clearly.

Yang Huiqing thought this might be a hint in the strange story, and she had to grasp it accurately, so she immediately wrote down the number.

The two people who were talking didn't know that the number had been eavesdropped by the people next to them, and they were still sighing and talking.

After thinking for a while, Yang Huiqing turned her back to the two of them and dialed the number she had just memorized. She put the receiver to her ear and after a while, there was a signal feedback and the number was called.

But it rang for a long time and no one answered.

Yang Huiqing didn't hang up. As long as the phone didn't disconnect on its own, she would let it keep ringing.

Just after I had this idea, the phone call was answered.

"Hello." A voice sounded. It sounded like the environment on the other side of the phone was very empty, and there was a faint echo.

After the call was connected, Yang Huiqing didn't know what to say for the time being, so she asked abruptly: "Who are you?"

Before there was an answer on the phone, she heard the voices of the two people next to her talking again. One of them said: "The phone number just now belongs to the deceased. Delete it when you find it. I have already deleted it, otherwise it will remain on the phone." My phone always feels weird."

These words made Yang Huiqing instantly feel like she had fallen into an ice cave. She was so cold from head to toe that she even forgot to breathe.

Before the other party answered her question, she was so frightened that she immediately hung up the phone.