Aoba Office

On June 20, 2006, a spiritual call was held. Video file 00720060620.avi.

The video screen lit up, and the reception room of Qingye Supernatural Agency was seen. On both sides of the sofa sat the man from Aoba and a strange-looking family of three.

Wu Ling's facial features are clearly visible. Ye Qing next to her was still covered in mosaics.

Between the two sofas is a glass coffee table.

A green postcard was placed alone on the coffee table.

Wu Ling held a pottery bowl in his hand, which contained some powder. Wu Ling twisted it up with his thumb and index finger and sprinkled it around the postcard.

The postcard is circled.

Wu Ling's lips moved slightly, as if he was reciting some spell.

After sprinkling the powder three times, Wu Ling put the pottery bowl aside and took out a pipe from his pocket.

That tube looks like a test tube used in a hospital.

Wu Ling opened the test tube and poured the transparent, viscous liquid inside onto the postcard.

She used a knife to slit her wrist, letting the blood flow to her fingertips. Then she lowered her hand and used her bloody fingertips to draw a pattern on the postcard and the transparent liquid.

The red blood smeared on the transparent liquid and turned into a weird and weird skull.

The camera moved slightly and captured the nervous look of the family of three. The wife's face was still stained with tears, and her body was shaking slightly. The daughter's eyes widened, her expression more curious and excited. The husband, on the other hand, frowned, with sadness on his face.

"Now, we need Miss Shen's blood." Wu Ling said.

"What?" the woman screamed, her voice out of tune.

"Can you use my blood?" the man asked.

"I received the deposit slip, so my blood must be used, right?" the girl asked Wu Ling.

Wu Ling nodded.

She took the gauze from Ye Qing's hand and tied the wound. Ye Qing wiped the knife that Wu Ling had used, turned his wrist, pointed the handle of the knife towards the girl, and handed it over to the girl.

The girl was about to take it, but her father beat her to it.

"Mr. Shen, this is not up to us to decide." Ye Qing retracted his hand and said calmly.

The man was holding the knife and his face was very ugly.

"Just a little blood is enough." Wu Ling said, "Let me do it." She stretched out her hand towards the man.

The man glanced at Wu Ling's wounds.

There was a red stain of blood on the gauze, but it wasn't serious.

The man looked relaxed.

The girl urged: "Dad, I can do it myself."

"Let them come." The man shook his head, looked at the knife carefully, and handed it to Wu Ling.

After Wu Ling took the knife, he extended his hand to the girl.

The girl showed a little nervousness at this time, and the hand she stretched out shook a few times.

Wu Ling held the girl's hand and quickly passed it with his other hand. The blade made a shallow scratch on the girl's wrist, and blood seeped out.

The girl's parents sat up straight and held their breath nervously.

The girl gasped subconsciously, but before her breath ended, Wu Ling turned her wrist over and blood dripped on the coffee table.

Wu Ling put her down and tied the girl's wound with gauze.

The girl retracted her hand, held her wrist, and stared at the coffee table without blinking.

The pattern of the skull changed, as if some kind of chemical reaction had occurred. The red skull turned into smoke and floated up from the coffee table.

Wu Ling also stared at the smoke, opened his lips slightly, and muttered something.

The skeleton trembled, dispersed in an instant, and disappeared into the air.

The postcard and the ring of powder around it suddenly spontaneously ignited, causing the woman to scream in shock, and the father and daughter also leaned back slightly, as if to avoid the small flame.

Everything on the coffee table disappeared in an instant, as if they had never existed.

The girl swallowed and asked, "That's it? Was it successful?"

No one answered.

Both the camera and Wu Ling and Ye Qing in the camera are moving.

Wu Ling and Ye Qing raised their heads at the same time and looked behind the sofa opposite.

The camera also turned.

Just behind the family of three, a figure appeared.

It was an old man with thinning hair. He looked to be eighty or ninety years old. He was just a skeleton. He was wearing a shabby old man's shirt and had a few long beards that were as thin and white as his hair.

His face was very ferocious, giving people an unruly and domineering impression. There was resentment between his brows and fierce eyes as he stared at the family of three on the sofa.

Without warning, he suddenly took action and pounced on the person on the sofa.

Because of Wu Ling and Ye Qing's reaction across from them, the family of three sluggishly tried to turn their heads, their movements stiff, revealing their fear.

But before they could see the old man clearly, the camera moved.

"Yeah-" the woman screamed in fear, accompanied by the girl's cry.

A chaotic sound and chaotic footage.

"Kill you! Kill you!!!" The old voice roared hoarsely, "Don't even think about it! Everything owned by Mr. Rong is mine! It's all mine!"

His frantic voice stopped abruptly.

Gasps and choked cries could be heard in the video.

The camera was facing the sofa and the ground. After a second, it was lifted up again and adjusted to its normal position.

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried, both of them were frightened. The man pretended to be calm and patted the two people's backs comfortingly.

"So... was it solved just now? He... died?"

The sound of footsteps came.

Ye Qing walked back to his original position, and the camera lens returned to its position.

Wu Ling didn't seem to move and picked up a piece of paper from the sofa.

"That was probably the person who sent you the threatening postcard just now. We had suspected before that there might be someone else who sent the deposit slips and New Year's cards."

Wu Ling placed the deposit slip on the coffee table, repeated the previous steps, and motioned for the girl to extend her hand.

The girl was still shaking a little, and her outstretched hand was shaking badly.

The gauze was removed and the wound seemed to have scabbed over. But when Wu Ling exerted force, blood flowed out from the wound again.

As before, skulls floated and deposit slips spontaneously combusted.

However, after everything disappeared, after the family of three looked around in panic, nothing happened.

Wu Ling frowned.

"Yes, it's the same one, right?" The man breathed out, "It has been eliminated by you..."

"No, the spell was successful, which means there is another ghost. However, it was not summoned..."

Ye Qing asked: "Does anyone in your family have the word 'Rong' in their name?"

The man was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "No, there are none among the relatives I know. I don't know or know... I don't know the names of some elders. Shen Mingxiu and Shen Mingyi I heard their names from you. Originally I only knew their names..."

"Is there no seniority in naming?"

"No. By our generation...by my grandfather's side, it seems they don't care about this anymore."

"Um."

"What should we do now?" the girl asked.

Wu Ling took a stack of postcards lying beside him and said, "Let's try and see if we can succeed this time."

Following the same pattern, they conducted another soul summoning. But the result was the same as last time, no ghost appeared.

"In this case, we need to observe for a while..." Wu Ling said, "Our office has homemade amulets. But I guess they can't deal with that ghost. If you agree, please live with us for a while. Time to see what happens.”

The family of three looked at each other.

"Okay." The man agreed.

On June 21, 2006, I lived with the client and nothing unusual happened.

On June 30, 2006, it was confirmed that no abnormality occurred. Terminate investigation.

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When I saw the last word in the file, my eyes suddenly went dark.

The sound of a baby crying could be heard in my ears, and it seemed like it was about to tear down the roof.

I felt myself moving from one hand to the other.

Opening my eyes, my body floated up, and I saw the situation inside the house.

My possessed object is a newborn baby, and this is a hospital.

I could only follow the baby and be carried out by the nurse.

Before I could clearly see the people around me, the scene in the dream changed.

I went from the hospital to the hotel. The restaurant was very lively, it was a private room, and the three tables were filled with people, probably all relatives and friends.

I caught a glimpse of the man sitting on the main seat. He looked older, his face was yellow and black, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was gloomy, and he had a sneer on his lips.

My possessed child was being carried around.

People around me praised the child, saying that the child looked stocky, good-looking, had nimble eyes, and loved to laugh...

"Agou now has a son, so he won't have to worry about his retirement." A woman teased the child and turned to look at the gloomy man.

Good night everyone~