手机屏幕亮了一下，弹出陌生的来电显示。我下意识抬手去接，手还没碰到屏幕，一股凉意就顺着指尖窜上来，像被冰水浇了一样，瞬间冻得我手指一颤。

"喂？"我赶紧出声，声音有点发干。

电话那头沉默了几秒，然后传来一个低沉的女声，听不出情绪："你是谁？"

"我是……我是李明啊。"我愣了一下，下意识地说出脑子里第一个冒出来的名字。这手机怎么开机就有人打来？而且对方一听我的声音，好像不太高兴？

"李明？"女人重复了一遍，语气带着明显的怀疑，"哪个李明？我们找的不是这个。"她说着，顿了顿，补充道，"你抬起头，让我看看。"

我下意识抬起头，却对上一双冰冷的眼睛。那眼睛隔着手机屏幕，但让人感到一股刺骨的寒意。我眨了眨眼，还没反应过来，就听见女人冷冷地说："不是他。"

不是他？什么意思？我还没搞懂，女声已经挂断了电话。手机屏幕暗下去，我捏了捏手机，这玩意儿怎么这么邪门？刚捡到，电池没电，充上电后第一个电话就说什么不是本人？难道是谁恶作剧？

我正纳闷呢，手机又亮了，还是那个陌生的号码。我心里有点火大，对着手机喊："喂！谁啊？打错了！"

电话没挂， Instead, the voice came again, louder this time, full of imperceptible venom: "You'd better be more careful, Lì Míng. We know where you are."

Lì Míng? Who the hell is Lì Míng? I thought frantically, trying to remember if I'd ever told anyone my real name. But I had been too drunk that night, too lost in the crowd, to even remember what I looked like clearly, let alone my name.

The phone rang again, and I could hear footsteps approaching in the background. I quickly silenced the phone, not wanting to attract any more attention.