Aoba Office

In the middle of the night, unless you hail a taxi, you generally won’t see taxis on the road. I don't want to take a taxi now either.

I found a shared bicycle on the side of the road and rode all the way to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants.

The night wind made me a little cold. The quiet and deserted environment also makes people feel nervous.

I parked my bicycle in the parking space at the entrance of the community and ran into the community.

The old man in the guard room had already dozed off. The mobile phone on the table is playing old songs. Approaching the guard room, you can hear the faint female voice through the screen window. In the middle of the night, this situation was a bit scary.

When I arrived at Building 6, when I took the key to open the door, the iron door made a loud noise, and the walkway lights in the entire building came on. I was frightened for a moment, and I was very careful when closing the door, but I don't know if this anti-theft iron door was crudely made, or was deliberately designed like this. The lock would make a loud sound when it was closed.

My view on this is more inclined to the former. The large iron gate of the residential building where my home is located does not have this problem. When I opened and closed the door before, it barely made any noise.

The voice-activated lights are all on, which makes it a lot easier for me to go up the stairs.

When I walked to the third floor, the voice-activated lights suddenly went out at the same time after a while, which shocked me again.

His vision suddenly darkened, and he could barely see the moonlight.

I turned on my phone, and then the weak light from the phone screen illuminated it.

Step by step I walked to the sixth floor, feeling the extra Yin Qi in the air, and I relaxed a little.

It is the normal yin energy of the office, so there should be no danger.

I took out the key and opened the office door.

I can't control this sound. I don't know if there's anything special about the sound of opening the door, or if it's influenced by Qingye Supernatural Agency. The sound is like knocking on people's hearts, close to people's ears. Blowing it makes people get goosebumps.

The "squeak" sound when opening the door is even more like a horror movie.

I was already used to the environment of the office, but now the creepy feeling I had before came back.

I turned on the flash of my mobile phone and shone it into the office.

There was no one in the hall, no sign of anyone.

I entered the office and closed the door. The sound of the door closing was very strange.

Walking along the corridor, there was no one in the office or the bedroom. I stood in front of the dark corridor.

He turned the phone so that the light of the phone scanned the entire corridor like a searchlight.

There were paintings and bells hanging at the end of the corridor, but there was no sign of Ye Qing there. Even if I kept turning the phone to move the light, I couldn't see anything at the edge of the light source.

The two rooms to the left and right of the corridor were equally empty.

"Ye Qing?" I called out, but got no response.

He's not in now? Did you leave the office, or temporarily disappear from the office?

I'm a little unsure.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room and looking at the empty sofa opposite, I thought for a while and suddenly thought of a terrible situation.

What if the person who killed the driver was not Ye Qing, but something else?

What if my initial idea was correct and the driver hurt Ye Qing, and Ye Qing hoped that I could kill the driver in advance through dreams and change the past?

Cold sweat broke out on my body. If this is the case, I have completely failed and failed to help Ye Qing at all!

I jumped up from the sofa and walked around the office. The panic did not calm down, but my brain became much clearer, and I hurriedly called Wu Ling.

Before the number was dialed, I heard footsteps.

The footsteps came from outside, someone was going upstairs.

I stopped dialing, rushed to the door, and opened the office door.

Footsteps came down the aisle. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, but I never saw anyone.

The footsteps stopped in front of me, as if the person was standing still in front of me.

When I wanted to ask, I suddenly felt a pulling force and staggered out of the office.

The wind blew past me. I turned around and wanted to speak, but the door of the office was closed with a bang.

I was in a daze, and the faint ringing brought me back to reality.

The ringtone seemed to be locked in a box, crisp and dull.

The surrounding Yin Qi surged with the ringing of the bell.

I realized that something was commotion inside the door, and without caring about anything else, I quickly walked downstairs.

I couldn't control the sound of my footsteps as I walked downstairs. The voice-activated lights lit up one by one as I moved. By the time I reached the first floor, the voice-activated lights on the fifth floor had gone out. But the sound of the iron door opening and closing caused all the lights in the building to turn on again. Only the sixth floor, pitch black, was the only thing out of place.

I looked up at the window on the sixth floor and saw nothing. Turning to the other side of the residential building, I couldn't find anything from the dim window glass.

That person... no, it's that ghost, it should be Ye Qing, right?

I touched the arm I had just grabbed.

That ghost is very strong and moves very quickly.

If it was Ye Qing, he should have recovered.

So, have I succeeded? The last figure that appeared in the dream, the thing that killed the driver, was Ye Qing's ghost, right?

So, was the time in the dream before Ye Qing's accident? Or, what did Ye Qing do to recover after killing the driver?

I thought about the latter possibility and stopped.

The moment that idea was born, the scenes I imagined were all from horror movies and thrillers. One ghost eats another ghost... Then, I thought of the situation of the three ghosts in the fried chicken restaurant. The scene where the two female ghosts ate the owner of the fried chicken restaurant is still fresh in my memory.

The thought of Ye Qing doing the same thing scares me.

The scene I saw last time was disgusting on the one hand, and on the other hand, it didn't look like what Ye Qing would do in his normal life.

Has he lost control again?

Considering the way he was injured before, it doesn't seem surprising that he would lose control.

When I came out of the community, I heard the faint voice of a woman singing in the guard room again. The doorman seemed to be playing that song on loop.

I picked up a shared bicycle at the gate of the community and rode home slowly.

This night, I basically didn't get a good rest. I paid special attention to the news the next day and didn't see anyone discovering a body so early in the morning. It may be that nothing happened, or it may be that something happened, but it was not reported or posted on social networks.

After reading the usual message from my sister last night, I knew that she was doing everything as usual and was having a good time, so I casually sent her a "good morning" emoji to make up for yesterday's good night. She went with the tour group. Although some of her classmates had booked the tour, the schedule was still quite tight and she needed to get up early. As soon as I sent the message, she responded.

When I took the bus to work, she was sitting on the bus, going to the next attraction.

I feel like this month has been really rough...there are so many chores...

Is it because of the back-to-school month?

Three years after graduation, I still feel uncomfortable in September...

A few days before September of the year before last, I read my first book, "Family," and last September I held it back until the 11th, so I couldn't help but read "Green Leaves" twice. I didn't have much to do this year, and it seemed like I was just writing a new book. _(:3　∠)_[Hey! 】

There are only three updates today.

Goodnight everybody.