Chapter 160: Mysterious Text Message
At 11:30 in the evening, Zhao Qishui got up to go to the bathroom and saw that the light in He Shu's room was on.
The next morning, Zhao Qishui got up and He Shu was still in front of the computer.
This time he was a little scared. No matter how much he loved studying, he couldn't stay up all night, right?
He entered He Shu's room and saw that He Shu's desk was littered with papers filled with writings.
On the computer interface, lines of data were jumping around, which was like reading a book of incomprehensible significance to Zhao Qishui.
"He Shu, you haven't slept all night?"
Zhao Qishui patted He Shu's shoulder. He Shu turned his head with red eyes.
"Godfather, go to sleep first."
"Why should I sleep first? It's already daybreak and I'm already asleep."
Zhao Qishui looked helpless: "Be obedient and go to bed for a while. Why did your teacher give you so much homework? I should have asked you not to help before the New Year."
He carried He Shu to the bed and said, "I'll cook some rice in the pot. You can take a nap, eat, and then make it."
He Shu nodded, glanced at the background program that he hadn't figured out all night, and could only sigh and not think about it for the time being.
Zhao Qishui was relieved when he saw that he closed his eyes. He closed his door, heated up some food, and put it in the pot.
There was nothing to do at home, and his head was not a big deal, so he locked the door and went to the store.
He Shu slept for two hours. Then Xia Miao called and said she had returned to Danhe.
Although he slept for a short time, perhaps because he had overused his brain last night, he slept very deeply. Therefore, after being woken up by the phone call, He Shu quickly became alert.
After taking a look at the computer, He Shu told Xia Miao that he still had homework to finish, so Xia Miao asked He Shu to come back to her after he finished his homework.
After hanging up the phone, He Shu went to wash his face and came back to continue sitting in front of the computer.
Now He Shu was no longer thinking about how to scare Zhang Qiang, but was completely attracted by the process of designing programs by changing them through instructions.
He previously wanted to tamper with the data through the background, but now he wants to design and build a software by himself.
It only requires specific functions and is not too complicated. Although it is still difficult for He Shu, it is not impossible to complete.
Zhao Qishui thought that since He Shu didn't sleep all night yesterday, he would sleep until the afternoon or evening today.
He returned home early in the evening and saw He Shu studying again , but he thought he had just woken up.
When I went to the kitchen, I found that the food I had kept warm in the morning had not been touched.
Zhao Qishui's head was full of question marks, and he walked into He Shu's house: "Xiao Shu, you didn't eat today?"
When He Shu heard the question, he was stunned. Didn’t he eat?
"Didn't I eat?"
Zhao Qishui was so dumbfounded that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You silly kid, you don't even know if you've eaten or not? Are you hungry?"
When his godfather asked this, He Shu's stomach started to growl: "I'm hungry."
"I'll go heat up the food and it will be ready to eat soon."
Zhao Qishui didn't cook any new dishes. The food from breakfast was not bad yet, so he heated it up.
While feeling hot, he was also thinking that something was wrong with He Shu these past few days. Could it be that this kid was possessed by evil spirits?
Thinking of this, Zhao Qishui blamed himself for taking him to see Lao Zhang that day.
Lao Zhang even dreamed about the scene that happened at that time.
After the food was heated up, He Shu held the bowl and shoveled it into his mouth. Zhao Qishui shouted at him to eat slowly while helping him pick up some food.
After eating, He Shu felt a little sleepy. Thinking that it was time to rest, he said goodbye to his godfather and went back to the house.
I walked to the computer and wanted to clean up the desk, but before I knew it, I sat down again...
For three days in a row, He Shu hardly slept, and Zhao Qishui was at his wits' end, as he couldn't even hear what he said.
Just when I was about to ask someone to take a look at He Shu, He Shu slammed the table and said, "It's done!"
The first software he designed and wrote independently was finally completed.
This Internet phone software can be said to be very rough and has many loopholes. It was made by He Shu himself.
Although it was not perfect, it seemed to open the door to a new world for He Shu.
He Shu originally chose computer science as his major because he considered his future employment, weighed the options again and again, and made the decision based on his own personality.
Although he took every course seriously and was willing to study hard, He Shu knew from the bottom of his heart that even if he had chosen another major, he would have had the same learning attitude.
But at this moment, He Shu finally fell in love with this major. Programming, what a great invention!
He Shu excitedly used the software he designed, set it to Uncle Zhang's phone number, and sent himself a message first.
He randomly edited a set of numbers, and soon his cell phone rang. He Shu received the message, but he found a loophole after reading it.
He has Uncle Zhang's cell phone number and the name saved in the contact is Uncle Zhang, but when he calls using the software he made, the name does not appear.
This loophole cannot be solved at all with He Shu's current level.
Because this involves the issue of main space and private privacy space.
There is no other way for the time being. He Shu only hopes that Zhang Qiang can remember his father’s cell phone number and use this number to send Zhang Qiang several messages in a row.
"It is unjust for a son to kill his father."
"Son, Daddy is in so much pain, why are you watching me die?"
"If you don't listen to me and insist on selling the house, then I'll take you with me."
He Shu didn't think of this as a prank. He felt that if Uncle Zhang had a spirit, these were also the questions he would want to ask.
After sending the message, He Shu leaned on the bed and fell into a deep sleep...
On the other hand, after Zhang Qiang asked someone to perform the ritual, he never saw his father again.
His head was hit and a big bump appeared. After he came to his senses, he suspected that someone was deliberately trying to scare him.
Maybe it’s Zhao Qishui’s gang.
Especially in recent days, nothing has happened, and Zhang Qiang is even more certain that it was man-made.
But he ran away fast that day, and when he came back with his companions, He Shu had already taken back Uncle Zhang's portrait.
So Zhang Qiang still firmly believed that he saw his father, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.
Zhang Qiang started selling houses again, and everyone nearby knew about his family's affairs.
What’s hateful is the neighbors upstairs and downstairs. When someone sees the small advertisements posted outside and asks them about it.
These people all exaggerated and said bad things about him, and very few people asked about the price.
Zhang Qiang had no choice but to lower the price again and again. Finally, he simply asked an agent for help. Even if he had to pay the agent fee, he didn't care.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is coming soon, and Lin Dong is about to return to the south. Zhang Qiang wants to seize this opportunity.
He even felt that his father died at a very timely moment, otherwise the house would not have fallen into his hands.
Zhang Qiang, who had just contacted the real estate agent, was waiting at home for the agent to come and look at the house and determine the price.
He didn't dare to close the door at home in broad daylight, so he left it wide open. He didn't dare to go into his father's room, so he just waited at the door of the living room.
At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was a text message.
Zhang Qiang picked it up and took a look. The first thing that caught his eye was: "It is unjust for a son to kill his father."
He glanced at the number and a chill instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
It was a number that Zhang Qiang was very familiar with. He looked at the table by the door and saw his father's broken cell phone, which was clearly still there in good condition.
Ding Dong
There was another text message tone. Zhang Qiang looked at the inbox with trembling hands. It was still his father's number.
"Son, Daddy is in so much pain, why are you trying to kill me?"
Zhang Qiang turned his head stiffly and looked towards his father's room, but there was nothing there.
But he seemed to see his father crawling on the ground, twisted in pain.
“Ding Dong…”
Zhang Qiang was sweating all over and didn't even dare to lower his head. He slowly raised the phone to his eyes.
"If you don't listen to me and insist on selling the house, then I'll take you with me."
The words on the text message were not big, but they seemed to hit his heart heavily.
"Click", his father sent him a message, wanting to take him away?
Zhang Qiang couldn't stand the shock any longer and dropped his phone to the ground...
He opened his mouth wide, his inner fear reaching its limit. He could neither shout nor control his body.
His hand was still holding the phone in front of his eyes. He wanted to escape from here, but his whole body was stiff and trembling.
His heart suddenly felt a cramp-like pain, and Zhang Qiang's expression became grim. He felt as if someone was strangling his neck and he couldn't even breathe.
With a "thump", Zhang Qiang fell heavily to the ground, twitching all over, and soon he was out of breath...
