Aoba Office

Where I just walked, there was a trash can, the kind that in the real world would contain express delivery orders.

A baby came out of the trash can and stared at me with its dark eyes. After meeting my eyes, he immediately lowered his head and shrank back into the trash can.

I didn't step forward, but stopped in place for a while to confirm that the cloud of yin energy had disappeared, and then continued walking forward.

I finally reached the intersection of this road. Now, when I looked at the clock tower, I was facing the dial of the clock tower.

The signs at the intersection read Minqing University of Finance and Economics. Minqing University of Finance and Economics is five hundred meters ahead. When I stood at the intersection, I could see the gate of the university and the shadow of the crowd at the gate.

It's obviously not possible to go through this way.

I backed away from the intersection.

In this situation, we either have to run through this intersection and then take a detour, or we can go back the same way and find another way.

As I was thinking about it, I heard a rustling sound.

It was still the kind of yin energy that belonged to a kid, appearing out of nowhere and appearing not far from me.

I looked over and saw a convenience store.

There are no rolling shutter doors outside the convenience store’s floor-to-ceiling windows. A long, narrow table was set up by the window, with four chairs behind it. There were four children sitting in rows on the four chairs.

These children all looked to be seven or eight years old, two boys and two girls, wearing suits and dresses. They looked like little gentlemen and little princesses. They were all pink and cute, and they didn't have any spooky feeling.

When they saw me, they didn't hide. Instead, they showed bright smiles.

I couldn't smile back at them.

They all tilted their heads in unison, blinked, and looked at me doubtfully.

I felt a cloud of yin energy around my feet. When I looked down, I saw a kid dressed similarly standing next to me. He looked up at me and held up what he was holding.

That's an ice cream stick.

He held up the ice cream in his right hand to me, and took another in his left hand, which he was licking.

I remembered Ye Qing's advice and did not accept the things handed to me by the ghost.

I shook my head and refused.

The kid wasn't angry or disappointed, he just put down his hand and turned to look across the road.

I looked over and saw a row of children standing across the road. They dress up in different styles, including modern ones, those from the Republic of China, and those from earlier times.

They did not stick together clearly, but stood side by side.

A little kid came jumping up and down. He was very happy. He took the ice cream from the kid next to me and started licking it too.

I looked at these little devils and was speechless.

These little ghosts are definitely not the children who died in Yangshan District, but ghosts who originally lived in Yangshan District.

But how did so many ghosts come into being?

Is there a mass grave in Yangshan District specifically for burying the bones of children? And then a kindergarten was built on it, which continued to kill children and leave their ghosts behind?

My imagination isn't quite there. Seeing that these little ghosts seemed to mean no harm and looked at me curiously, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, I lowered my head and looked at the child eating ice cream.

"What's your name?" I asked.

The other party raised his head and licked the almost finished ice cream, "Huang An."

"Huang An...why are you here?" I asked as gently as possible.

Huang An lowered his head and took a bite of the crispy skin of the cone. "We used to play here, but now we can't get out. It's not fun here at all." He looked very sad and bit into the crispy skin. Noise, it was all eaten up in a short time.

Another child nodded vigorously, "Those people are not fun. They don't have anything else to play with. I want to play on the computer."

This child was clearly dressed in a very traditional style, wearing a mandarin jacket and a melon-pipe hat, but he said he wanted to play on the computer. He also listed several games that he played, which were all popular online games in the past few years, that is, around 2017.

I looked at these two brats speechlessly.

The other kid seemed to be bored and disappeared. The four kiddies in the convenience store were still there, but they were muttering as if they were having a tea party by themselves. I also saw some extra teacups and cakes on the table in front of them.

These little devils are very adaptable to their current situation and are like a duck in water.

"Then do you know what's going on here?" I asked.

The kid in the suit nodded, "I know. There's just something I don't want here anymore. I treat this place as garbage, pack it up and throw it away together. It's all his fault." He pouted and looked in the direction of the University of Finance and Economics.

"Have you seen that ghost?" I asked.

The kid shook his head, "I haven't seen it before. The boss doesn't allow us to run anywhere. He said the ghost is very dangerous and will kill us."

I asked in surprise: "Do you still have a boss?"

The kid rolled his eyes at me.

I asked: "Who is your boss? Can I meet him?"

The kid shook his head, "Boss, I'm going to find a solution. I haven't seen the boss for a long time." He lowered his head in disappointment.

The melon-skin hat also lowered its head and licked the cone shell pitifully.

I have some doubts that their boss is dead.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and there should be no room for two ghosts in one piece of territory.

Their boss is probably also a ghost from the future, who recruits little ghosts as his subordinates. The strength of a ghost is not determined before death. In the real world, the stronger the obsession, the stronger the ghost. There are examples in Aoba's files of imps killing people easily. In the future world, whoever has the bigger territory should be more powerful.

As I thought about it, I began to suspect that there was not only one ghost from the future in Yangshan District, nor was there only one entrance and exit to a different space. This seems to explain why such a change occurred in Yangshan District. The entire area was isolated and turned into a different space with chaotic time.

When God wants to deal with ghosts from the future world, he doesn't just mess around. No matter how crazy it is, it probably won't be able to do something like using anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes.

I felt like I had grasped the key and looked at the two brats.

"There are so many of you, haven't you seen your boss for a long time?" I asked.

The two brats nodded in unison.

"You don't know about your boss's situation?" I asked carefully.

The two brats nodded again.

The guy in the suit glanced at me and said, "Our boss must be fine. He is very powerful."

I followed their example and nodded vigorously, "But you also want to know what happened, right?"

The two brats looked at each other and looked towards the convenience store.

The convenience store was now filled with little ghosts. The kid sitting on the chair changed. What I saw were four teenage kids. The way these children dress spans hundreds of years. It seems that they are the leaders of these brats. Next to them stood a kid of about the same age. The younger ones were either sitting on the long table, lying down or squatting on the ground. They pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and dozens of pairs of eyes came to the glass windows, staring at me.

I felt the pressure, but I held on and didn't move.

"I want to go to the University of Finance and Economics to have a look. If I catch that ghost, I can eliminate him." I said confidently.

I actually believe in the ghost in front of me more than the living person Cheng Lin.

Even if they are ghosts from the future world, they still have to follow a set of established rules. Neither I nor the people in Aoba have figured out where the rules they follow come from, and whether they are the same as ghosts in the real world, formed by obsessions before death. What is certain is that once they set a rule, they cannot change it, nor do they want to change it. They can only gain strength and exert their power through the rules they set.

Compared to ghosts in the real world, their set of rules may be broader and not limited to killing one person or killing in one way, but the rules still exist.

And living people are actually the most unruly.

I looked at the ghosts, waiting for their answer.