Aoba Office

The sound of my alarm clock woke me up.

The dream has ended long ago. It was very short, but it made me see a lot of things.

I pressed off the alarm clock and was slightly lost in thought while holding my phone.

The director couldn't tell the difference between ghosts and living people, so I should be able to see and feel the yin energy. I did feel the yin energy in Takahashi and Ono. But later on, I didn’t feel the yin energy from Furukawa and the others at all.

If only one or two of them were like this, it would be okay. It's not like I haven't encountered special ghosts without Yin Qi before. Several ghosts who also had no Yin energy suddenly appeared, but I couldn't ignore them.

I changed my clothes, washed up, and had breakfast, but I still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

Wu Ling and the others may not know this yet, so I sent a message to remind them.

On the way to work, I am still alert. I don't feel as confused as yesterday.

If Furukawa and Sakai become ghosts without Yin Qi after death, similar phenomena may appear in other people. The office workers around me may not be living people.

My nerves are tense and I am inevitably tired.

The phone vibrated and a beep sounded.

I thought it was the news that Wu Ling had returned, so I took out my phone and looked at it, and found that it was an update notification from a social account.

I have followed some entertainment accounts before. They are very diligent in sending messages.

I opened it and looked at it. I didn't see any news about the crew and Nan Tian, ​​so I blocked all the content.

When the bus arrived, we walked to our work unit. When Shouzi and the others arrived, we went to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants together.

It was very quiet this morning, and no property owner came to sign the contract.

Director Mao was drinking tea and scrolling through his circle of friends. He also asked Guo Yujie for emoticons and how to download software recommended by her friends.

The thin man also took out his mobile phone to play, and used the neighborhood committee's website to watch the live broadcast.

Upon seeing this, Director Mao said kindly: "You don't need to wear headphones. Wearing headphones hurts and is not good for your ears. Just play the sound, it's okay."

We didn't care, so the thin man took off his headphones.

The voice came out, it was a male voice.

I actually haven’t watched much of the live broadcast. The most complete experience of watching a live broadcast was watching the farm trip of Dead Little Master.

There was a noisy sound coming from the thin man's cell phone. He was probably watching the live broadcast of the game.

The anchor suddenly cursed a few times in a row, typed the keyboard excitedly, and finally yelled. Along with the roar of the game characters, all the sounds stopped.

"Dead?" the fat man asked.

The thin man laughed, "Yes, dead. Dead in a trick."

"The live broadcast at this time is not an Internet celebrity, right?" Guo Yujie glanced at the clock in the office.

"No, just take a look."

After the thin man finished speaking, he heard the sound of singing coming from the mobile phone.

The off-key singing makes people laugh or cry.

"Ouch, these guys are not interesting enough. I have such a good voice, why can't I do it?" The anchor said, "Okay, I won't sing if I don't want to sing. Well, let me take a look. This software is a bit gimmicky. Ah, special effects... let me see how to do it..."

With the special effects sound of bulingbuling, the host slapped his thigh and laughed.

I took a closer look and saw flowers, fireworks and other special effects flashing on the screen of the thin man's phone.

The next second, a wig effect appeared on the anchor's head, and his eyes were enlarged several times.

He seems to be addicted to this and created several different special effects.

"What kind of live broadcast is this?" Fatty asked.

"The new one is called Lu. Download it and send a red envelope." The thin man exited the live broadcast room and showed us the icon of the software.

Big horned deer.

I have never heard this name before. The icon is a deer head, set on a square green background, which looks a bit like a prey specimen.

"I heard that they are going to make a big move, spend money to recruit people, and do various promotions." The thin man opened the software again, "Their software is very well done, and the special effects are quite interesting."

Someone from the neighborhood committee came at this time.

I looked up and saw that it was Liu Zhiguo, Song Xian's eldest son.

Liu Zhiguo saw me at a glance and greeted me: "...My mother really troubled you yesterday. I'm here to get my grandma and grandpa's things."

I glanced behind him.

He came alone.

"Isn't your brother with you?" Guo Yujie said quickly. As a girl, she was pretty good-looking. She blinked her big eyes and tilted her head. Liu Zhiguo, a middle-aged man, could only choke but couldn't say anything.

It's not convenient for me to ask this question directly.

"No, he is at work." Yang Zhiguo said.

Slender Man and the others all knew what Song Xian took out from the house.

At this time, the thin man asked casually, "Have you found the cemetery that the old lady was talking about? Are we going to send the ashes of the two old people there for burial?"

"No. She doesn't know where she heard this. My mother's brain has gotten worse and worse over the years." Liu Zhiguo sighed, "I plan to take it back first, and ask the master to come and chant the sutras tomorrow, and then bury her in the It will be convenient to visit my parents’ graves in the future.”

Song Xian was still alive, and we were asked by her to keep things. We have no control over what her son Liu Zhiguo wants to do.

I don’t know Liu Zhiguo’s intention of coming to the neighborhood committee.

After chatting, we looked at Liu Zhiguo.

"Well... I don't know where that thing is, so I came to find you..." Liu Zhiguo said.

I was surprised, "Didn't the old lady tell you?"

"She has a bad memory and can't explain clearly." Liu Zhiguo replied.

When it comes to this matter, Guo Yujie cannot get past it with just one stab.

"Mr. Liu, this is really inconvenient. The things were placed in the old lady's house. The old lady entrusted me to take them out. I watched her put the things in the house. She is old and it is inconvenient. I will help. It's okay. It's not appropriate for you to ask me to accompany you to pick up your things alone." I said politely.

I do have concerns about this matter.

On the one hand, it is due to personality, on the other hand, it is also limited by status.

These days, to help the elderly, you have to find a place with surveillance before you dare to take action. It's even more troublesome to help people carry things.

If the two urns were smashed, I might be asked to compensate for the mental damage. If that wooden box that looks like an antique is lost, people might ask me to pay hundreds of millions in compensation. Of course, the most likely possibility is that they will seek compensation from the demolition office behind me.

Whether such a thing can happen or not is irrelevant for now. If I get into trouble, I will definitely have no room to explain what kind of punishment I will receive.

Liu Zhiguo looked unhappy.

"How about this? You and your brother come here with the old lady, and I go there with you. I can tell you clearly where I got what I got yesterday," I suggested.

"What do you mean?" Liu Zhiguo's expression changed.

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