I read out the phone number displayed on Guo Yujie's phone. Li Xingfang said he would investigate and told us to be careful, then hung up.
I handed the phone back to the Thin Man. Seeing him still looking like he'd seen a ghost, I couldn't help laughing.
But soon, I couldn't laugh anymore.
Another missed call had silently appeared on Guo Yujie's phone.
Guo Yujie was deleting the call history when she suddenly shuddered.
I looked at the number and felt a chill, too.
It was like taking a bite of fried chicken, then going into the kitchen of the fried chicken shop and tasting and smelling that revolting stench. And this time, the feeling was even stronger, as if the fried chicken had already reached my stomach and was writhing inside it. It was also like the eyes in that freezer had appeared right in front of me, staring at me with a malicious grin. It was horribly unsettling.
At the same time, I felt my stomach contract.
Grrr—
The sound hadn't come from my stomach, but the Thin Man's.
The Thin Man asked in alarm, "Could I be affected, too?"
Guo Yujie said, "I'm hungry, too."
They were both worried. I said helplessly, "We haven't had lunch. It's been a while, so of course we're hungry."
I was hungry, too, but I had absolutely no appetite.
I paid close attention to the feeling for a while. Sure enough, I was hungry—a normal hunger, and not an intense one.
Still, the feeling made me uncomfortable. Just then, Gu Mo's voice came through the phone in my hand, bringing me back to my senses.
Gu Mo had listened to the whole thing. He said, sounding uncertain, "There's something strange about this. Other people received calls, but all you got