Aoba Office

Wu Ling didn't reply to me right away.

There were so many things going on in the past two days that I went to bed at around nine o'clock.

Falling asleep normally, consciousness falls into darkness.

When I woke up, I found that it was dawn and the time on my phone showed six o'clock.

No dreams, no unusual nights.

Wu Ling gave me a reply in the early morning, saying that they had returned to China. About the cut on my finger, they wanted to see me.

I made an appointment to meet her after get off work today.

I yawned, looked at the time, and felt sleepy again.

The alarm clock I set to wake up didn't go off, so I closed my eyes and wanted to take another nap.

The moment I closed my eyes, I felt something wasn't right with my body.

I opened my eyes and saw a strange room.

This is a venue somewhere, with some beds on the wooden floor and boxes and photography tools stacked in the corners.

After a short period of surprise, I clearly saw who I was possessing.

Director Otsuka.

I pressed my forehead.

It’s really haunting.

Anyway, I have to enter the dreamland to see clearly what killed them.

I looked around, but I still couldn't see Ye Qing.

Someone entered the venue.

It’s the male lead Kazuma Furukawa.

Furukawa called Director Otsuka.

The director was looking at his cell phone and sending messages to a big shot he knew, trying to solve the problems that the crew had. This is all I can see from his consciousness and communication records.

The director himself was a little absent-minded.

He was a little scared.

The bathroom was not locked, and all the women taking a bath there suffocated to death. No one escaped, which is really unbelievable.

Just like the death of Mrs. Shimada and Daiki Shimada, like all the people who died in that hotel.

The director looked at Furukawa.

Furukawa knelt down next to the director with a gloomy expression, "When can we leave here? This place is too uncomfortable."

The director waved his cell phone and said, "The police haven't let us go yet. The company is still trying to smooth things over. I was just scolded. This matter..."

The director was also in a irritable and depressed mood.

The producers were very dissatisfied with these things that happened to the crew, and even more dissatisfied with the fact that one thing happened after another, and more and more people died. This is disturbing.

This drama has become secondary.

If something happens to the crew again, the producers may be seriously injured. Scandal and financial compensation alone would sink them.

Director Otsuka is worried about his own safety and his future work.

The two discussed it for a while and got to know the relationship they could find with each other.

"I'm going to ask Ms. Sakai and Ms. Yoshinaga to come up with a solution. Mr. Nantian may also have some solution. He is a foreigner and may be able to rely on the power of their government and their company..." Furukawa said.

Director Otsuka nodded.

Furukawa went out first.

Director Otsuka was the only one left in the huge room.

The independent space that used to be relaxing has now become too empty.

Other staff members are still being questioned by the police one by one. Some people are unwilling to enter the closed indoor space anymore and would rather stay outside at the door of the police station.

Director Otsuka sat up and had an idea come to his mind.

I saw his consciousness and remembered something.

Mrs. Shimada surrendered once and was detained in the police station.

"Police station!" Director Otsuka called and searched on his mobile phone.

He couldn't find any evidence on the Internet. He could only call people he knew and got vague answers.

Director Otsuka thought for a while and recalled what the local police station looked like.

There is a local mascot at the entrance of the police station, a mascot sculpture that looks like Jizo.

Director Otsuka slapped his forehead and stood up directly.

He stepped on the quilt with both feet, and when he took a step, he fell down.

I felt the sudden yin energy and turned around to look.

There was a person standing at the door of the venue. He was the person I had possessed before, and he was also the third deceased. He was captured by the female ghosts and taken to the high bridge under the house.

Takahashi stared at the director expressionlessly.

The director got up from the ground, raised his head, and met Takahashi's eyes. He froze.

Takahashi walked in from the door, still covered in dust.

The director's eyes widened, "Takahashi...yes, it's Takahashi, right? You...did you escape? Ah, great..." He said dry words, so nervous that his body trembled.

Police have not found Takahashi's body. His body should still be stuck under the house.

No matter what, Takahashi is a dead man.

I know the truth and the director can guess the answer.

The director took a step back and said, "You are a little dirty. Go take a shower and change your clothes. Ah."

His eyes were moving wildly, and he could barely think despite the fear.

The venue is large and has two doors. One is where Takahashi is standing now, and the other is behind the director.

The director stepped back step by step.

Tick ​​tock tick…

Hearing the sound of water, the director slowly turned his head.

The back door was opened.

Ono stood there dead in the sink, with water dripping from his hair and face. He was also expressionless, his eyes lifeless. Compared to Takahashi, his face was paler and a little wrinkled, looking like bread that had been soaked in water.

The director trembled even more.

The two ghosts walked towards the director one after the other.

"It wasn't me... I wasn't the one who killed you! It wasn't me! Don't come to me! Don't come over!" The director suddenly roared and rushed towards the door of the room.

The two ghosts moved very slowly and watched helplessly as the director bypassed Takahashi and rushed out the door. I followed and flew over.

The door opened, and Furukawa stood outside the door, accompanied by Ms. Sakai and Ms. Yoshinaga.

The director felt like he was surviving a disaster, and stretched out his hand to the three of them, "There's a ghost! There's something in the room -"

His voice stopped abruptly.

The three people looked at the director expressionlessly.

Behind the three of them is the woman I possessed, the woman who was forced into a hot spring pool by a cat and drowned.

The water on the woman's body spread on the ground and wet the feet of the three people.

The director's outstretched hand touched cold skin, which was so cold that he couldn't help but shrink.

But it's too late.

The three people reached out and grabbed the director's arms.

The director realized something.

I was more surprised than the director.

I don't see any yin energy in these three people. They also have access to the director.

Are they humans or ghosts? Or is it something like a zombie?

Just as I was thinking about it, the director was already screaming and struggling.

It seemed like this was the only living person left in the whole house. His cry did not attract anyone's attention.

Takahashi and Ono grabbed the director's shoulders from behind.

"Director, we haven't finished filming this drama yet." Furukawa showed a twisted smile.

"Let's finish this work together." Miss Sakai's sweet smile disappeared, and her smile became very weird.

Ms. Yoshinaga urged: "Let's go. It's just you. Let's go..."

They pulled the director forward.

I saw the director's soul being pulled out by them. His body fell down and hit the ground.

The director's shouting and struggling stopped at this moment. The muscles on his face relaxed, and he followed the footsteps of other ghosts, walked out of the venue, and walked towards the mountain.