Aoba Office

On December 7, 2006, the case file of Zhang Rou's suicide case was obtained and it was confirmed that the cause of her death was abnormal. Attached: A photocopy of the case file.

On December 8, 2006, Tong Shuai was contacted. Audio file 03920061208.wav.

"What are you going to do? I have already destroyed those things as you said!"

"What did you do, Mr. Tong?"

"What did you do? Don't go too far! Don't push yourself too far! I've done what you said, what else do you want from me?"

"It seems that we made a mistake in judgment before."

"What are you going to do? Uh! Ah! Ahhh——"

"Chen Yiqian and Zhang Rou, two lives. You are really capable. Is it interesting to study those curses? Who else do you want to use those curses against?"

"No...ho ho...don't...ah...ahhh!!!"

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Tong Shuai's death was confirmed.

On December 9, 2006, the investigation was terminated.

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I was in a daze, and it seemed that Tong Shuai's screams still lingered in my mind.

I really didn't expect that this incident would end in this way.

When I came to my senses, I found that I had sent a message to Wu Ling, saying that I had finished reading the file.

Nothing else.

I can't describe that feeling either.

It's like...

The phone vibrated. It was Wu Ling who sent a reply, a voice message.

"The file of the key pendant? We were rash that time. A person's fall is no slower than that of a ghost."

I was shocked.

Wu Ling's second message came soon.

"When we met Tong Shuai for the first time, we didn't see anything special. He had the aura of the curse on him, but he had no intention of harming others. He should have harbored thoughts about things like curses. Just be curious and give it a try, at most it will be a long-term experiment.”

"But after we contacted him and told him that his curse took effect, killed people, and continued to spread, he became interested."

"It's a little ridiculous."

"There's also a certain naiveté about it."

The phone feels extremely heavy in my hand.

In Wu Ling's calm voice, I felt my heart settled.

Yes, what Wu Ling said is exactly how I felt before.

In the first audio clip about Tong Shuai, his confusion, impatience, and somewhat absurd questioning tone are all obvious. He didn't fully believe that his curse would work. He may still have some shame about it.

In an age where science is pursued, superstition is always not a good word.

But by the time of the second audio clip, Tong Shuai was already sullen. He was still a little arrogant, as if he was sure that he could cope with Wu Ling and the others, and that he had mastered an incredible power.

He didn't know how those who truly held this power viewed power itself.

As Wu Ling said, "ridiculous" and "naive".

"This kind of people are the most troublesome. No one knows what they will do." Wu Ling sent another message.

Just like the previous carnival on the Internet. It’s scary that so many people are happy to see paranormal phenomena happening in this world.

How many people will try it?

I shook my head, trying to get this thought out of my head.

More people should be unable to find a way out. They don't know where to start. At most, I can play pen fairy and dish fairy.

I thought about it, looked at the phone, and asked Wu Ling: "How did he get that curse method?"

"According to what he said, they were some history books, some unofficial histories, and stories in ancient books. Probably, they were those fantasy novels and knight novels that have been passed down to this day, and some of the contents were mentioned in them. He tinkered with it for a while and made a lot of There are some attempts. Some blind cats encounter dead mice, and some..."

This news from Wu Ling ends here.

I thought she hadn't sent all the messages and was waiting for her follow-up, but the screen on my phone went black and no new messages came.

I sent a questioning expression.

"This is my speculation. It is possible that because the world is deteriorating, some requirements have been lowered."

When I heard this, my whole body froze, and I felt a trembling sensation from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

"Some of the spells and spells that were originally strict are now less stringent. If you make some mistakes in syllables, mistakes in details, and use some materials instead of others, they can all function normally. This is probably the case." Wu The spirit sighed a little.

This is definitely not good news.

But we are helpless.

I had to change the topic and asked about Ruan Yuxia.

"Not found. For so many years, no clues have been found. But now, there may be a chance. Have you seen Ruan Yuxia?" Wu Ling said.

I was startled and realized a possibility, "You mean, I might dream..."

"If you dream about it, remember to tell me who it is. The notebook is still in the office. I will return it to the owner when the time comes." Wu Ling said.

I agreed.

Thinking of this, my mood improved slightly.

When I go to bed tonight, I have some expectations.

So, the dream that had not appeared for a long time appeared this night.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell into a hazy consciousness.

I heard the girl's voice, and my fingers touched the cold yet soft surface of the object.

My field of vision brightened, and I saw a black hard-cover copy with a small piece of paper stuck on it and the words "Advanced Mathematics" written on it.

"Whose notebook is it?" a girl next to me asked.

"I don't know. Maybe someone stayed here from the previous class." I heard a strange female voice coming from where I was.

He moved his body slightly and sat in the empty seat next to him. I looked sideways and saw Ruan Yuxia.

She flipped through the notebook, looked at the blank pages in the hardcover, and flipped through a few more pages.

"I didn't write my name or class." Ruan Yuxia said.

Her voice is very clear, completely different from the husky voice in the video.

"Then leave it here. Someone will probably come looking for it," said the girl sitting next to Ruan Yuxia.

Ruan Yuxia put her notebook into the desk.

This class is a bit boring, it's about chemistry.

I am studying liberal arts, and sitting in this classroom seems to be listening to heavenly scriptures.

However, I’m not the only one who finds it boring.

Next to her, Ruan Yuxia and her classmates also looked drowsy. Someone at the table in front is memorizing vocabulary words with his head down, and someone behind him is doing advanced math questions. There are also people who are studying hard with large professional books. Of course, there are also large novels.

no mobile phone.

This atmosphere feels strange to me.

Ruan Yuxia held her hands, squinted her eyes, and after shaking her head twice, she changed her posture and leaned on the back of the chair. As soon as she looked at it, she saw the notebook inside the desk.

She took out her notebook and flipped through a few pages.

In addition to the neat and dense notes, there are some scribbles in the blank spaces of the printing.

This habit has probably not been broken by generations of students.

A smile appeared on Ruan Yuxia's face.