Aoba Office

I couldn't tell the age of Mr. Cheng, but I could tell that his legs were very bad.

He used a crutch with his right hand, and his right trouser leg was empty. When he walked, the shape of his leg could not be seen. But he wore a shoe on his right foot, and although he limped when he walked, he was actually taking steps. It may be that the right leg has atrophied or is equipped with a prosthetic limb, which makes it look like this. It may also be because the indoor light is too dark.

Liu Miao turned on the flashlight and shined a light on Mr. Cheng's back.

The curtains in the room were all drawn, and Mr. Cheng was unsteady when walking. With so little light, he didn't touch the glass bottle again.

The glass bottle that rolled to the door just now was pushed behind the door. As Nan Tian entered the door last and closed the door, the glass bottle rolled twice more due to inertia.

The shape of this house is very correct, the entrance is very short, and the square living room is just one step away.

The door on the right is open to the kitchen. There is a walkway on the left. To the left of the corridor is the toilet, to the right is the bedroom, and at the end is the balcony.

The room is not large, at least as far as you can see.

Judging from the appearance of the residential buildings, these are all small-sized houses, with at most fifty or sixty square meters.

Mr. Cheng motioned for us to sit down on the sofa in the living room.

There was no flooring or tiles in the room, just the cement floor of a rough room. The sofa was a three-seater couch and it didn't look like it was of high quality. There was no coffee table, no TV, and no dining table or chairs in sight.

This kind of layout is very deserted.

I thought of some scenes from the game. When novice players have no money, the houses they build and the indoor environments they decorate look like this.

Mr. Cheng walked over and sat down first, without caring how the four of us allocated the remaining two seats.

Liu Miao took the initiative to sit on the sofa, with an empty seat separated from Mr. Cheng.

I don't think this is the place he left for me.

I stood obediently opposite the sofa. Slim Man and Nan Tian were right next to me.

This scene looks like the three of us came to interrogate Liu Miao and Mr. Cheng, or like Liu Miao brought three younger brothers to do something.

Mr. Cheng has his head lowered and his back hunched, and his sitting posture is not good-looking.

Liu Miao asked: "Mr. Cheng, we have investigated some situations before."

I listened to Liu Miao's words and looked at Mr. Cheng and the rooms on both sides.

There is no strange smell in the room.

The curtains hanging in the living room and balcony are all dark-colored, a bit like dark blue, and have a good light-blocking effect. There seems to be no pattern on it.

The fluorescent lamp above the head is similar to the fluorescent lamp in the classroom, without decoration.

The corner of the room I saw was a cabinet. The brown wooden cabinet seemed to have a full-length mirror installed on it.

There were several glass wine bottles piled at the door of the room. I can't see the exact number.

"What are you here for?" Mr. Cheng interrupted Liu Miao.

I looked at Mr. Cheng.

"Does what happened today have anything to do with you? Do you know any clues?" Liu Miao asked bluntly.

"What happened today..." Mr. Cheng repeated the beginning of Liu Miao's sentence, turned to look at Liu Miao, and then cast his gaze at us.

He seemed to be looking for something, but his eyes were cloudy.

"Weren't you responsible for what happened today?" Mr. Cheng asked.

I didn't expect him to say such a thing.

Mr. Cheng laughed, seemed to choke on the air, and coughed.

After a while, he stopped coughing, and when he spoke again, his voice became hoarse, as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

"Sorry. I'm not in good health." Mr. Cheng said, "You want to leave here, right? Well, how to solve this situation and rescue everyone? No way." He said, shaking his head, "There is a saying It's said that it is not possible to freeze three feet in one day. This place is already in ruins, and there is no way to save it. We can only drag it out until one day, everyone will die, and it will be over." He sighed, "No. There’s a solution.”

"What do you know?" Liu Miao was unmoved and asked calmly.

Mr. Cheng stared at Liu Miao for another minute or two.

The atmosphere became tense.

He withdrew his gaze, "All I know is that this place is hopeless. What you are looking for is in the room." He pointed, "But it's useless for you to find it."

Liu Miao raised her eyebrows, "Who are you?"

"Didn't you already find out?" Mr. Cheng asked.

"I found out that the name of the resident here is Cheng Jiu. He was registered in the 1948 national census. He got married once in 1972 and gave birth to a son in 1990. In the same year, his wife disappeared." Liu Miao said, "Cheng Jiu Jiu's son Cheng Lin moved out of his household registration when he was in college. He rented and bought a house and never came back. But judging from your appearance, you shouldn't be Cheng Jiu either. "

I became alert.

There is no yin energy in Mr. Cheng.

But I have encountered several ghosts without Yin Qi.

Mr. Cheng lowered his head and said, "Xiao Ning is dead. He was killed. Ah Lin doesn't know anything. He just hates me because of Xiao Ning and doesn't want to see me again."

Is this acknowledging one's identity?

Is he a ghost? Or something else?

I was secretly surprised, and felt that things went too smoothly.

Liu Miao couldn't help but asked, "Did you come from another dimension?"

"Yes." Cheng Jiu admitted generously, "I came here and I can't go back. It's in the room. When I fell here, I broke my leg. Fortunately, I was very strong at the time, so the injury A piece of cake."

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

The thin man muttered next to me, his voice was too soft and I didn't hear it clearly, but I felt that he should go with me.

Can a ghost break his leg?

Cheng Jiu didn't take what he just said to heart, and Liu Miao didn't ask for the details.

"What is that different space?" Liu Miao asked.

This is something we haven't figured out yet.

Cheng Jiu thought for a while, as if he was choosing his words, and then slowly said, "If you want to talk about it..."

He drawled, but not intentionally.

The tail sound is continuously stretched and becomes distorted.

I noticed something was wrong, but the few people in front of me didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

Huge fluctuations came from the direction of the bedroom, and the electric noise suddenly came out, irritating my eardrums.

Cheng Jiu's voice disappeared.

etc! what happened?

This scene looks familiar to me.

My body was out of control and I fell straight back.

In this instant, a lot of things seemed to be pouring into my mind.

I had no time to watch, I just thought that if I fell down like this, I would definitely miss the process for a long time.

no!

It’s rare to find an alien ghost with a balanced mentality!

He hasn't told the truth about the different space yet. I still don’t know if that is the future seven years from now...

I felt dizzy.

A black hole appeared in front of me, replacing all the scenery in front of me, covering the sky and the sun, and it was extremely huge.

My body was sucked into the black hole and plummeted.

With a bang, my body fell to the ground, and the sound of broken bones and heartbreaking pain entered my mind.

I gasped, blinked, and my vision became clear again.

Overhead, a black hole is slowly shrinking. Suddenly, it suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

"Ah! What bad luck!" I heard complaints.

Uncontrollably, he sat up from the ground.

I was shocked and realized something. I wanted to move my soul, but I couldn't move at all.

The hand belonging to the young man pressed down the bent calf.

I feel the flow of Yin Qi in my body.

With a snap, the broken leg was straightened, and the bones healed instantly.

I stood up from the ground, patted the dust off my body, and turned my head to look around.

This is a farmland.

This should be a farmland.

I didn’t see any rice or wheat in harvest season, nor did I see any vegetable varieties I recognized.

There are only some weeds lying on the ground with traces of cultivation.

A little further away, there is a neat patch of green, probably due to crops.

I took a deep breath, distinguishing the smell in the air.

I just breathed in the cold air, but some thoughts appeared in my mind.

"Blood, flames, dead people, this is the smell of war. It's such a good place to come to. Is this...the new colony they call it?" The young male voice was full of eagerness to try.

I raised my head and looked at the sky where there was nothing.

"I can't go back for the time being anyway..." I muttered and my body started to move.