Aoba Office

Li Mei's matter seems to be getting more and more complicated.

If Li Mei could be eliminated directly, the matter should have ended long ago. It doesn't matter what experiences Li Mei had during her lifetime or what kind of life she lived.

As soon as this idea came to me, I felt a little cold-blooded.

Those ghosts and dead people were originally independent and living individuals. But when they die, it's all over. Even those who can see them investigate them just to eliminate them.

It seems very sad to think so.

Nowadays, the underworld no longer exists, and the ghosts have come to the human world. What is the situation of those ghosts?

I shook my head and threw away the idea.

The most important thing is always the living people, the living people can have a better life, and the living people can continue to live.

Ye Qing's figure emerged in my mind.

If Ye Qing is really my guardian spirit, how can I help him?

Then again, I'm not sure if he is my guardian spirit at all.

An idea flashed in my mind, and I thought of Mu Ge's daughter Mu Ai. Her ability seems to be that she can see guardian spirits...

My hand touched my chest.

Mu Ai said there is a big dog in my heart. Xiaobai has always been my guardian spirit.

She didn't seem to see Ye Qing last time.

I felt a headache.

I lay down on the bed, stretched out my limbs, and let out a big sigh.

I don't know what to do to really help Ye Qing and resolve these matters as soon as possible.

From beginning to end, I was either acting on instinct or following Ye Qing's orders.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, I turned over and saw the files on the bookshelf.

Sure enough, the only things I can do are these little things.

I stood up and pulled out an unread file.

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Incident number 031

Event name: The third person

Client: Qin Kai

Sex: Male

Age: 53

Occupation: Company employee

Family relationship: married

Contact address: Room XXXX, No. XXX, Guang'an Community, Minqing City

Contact number: 138XXXXXXXX

process:

On March 6, 2006, the client visited for the first time. Audio file 03120060306.wav.

"Hello, Mr. Qin."

"Hello, hello..."

"You told us on the phone that you suspected that your son had returned to spirit and stayed at home?"

"Yes...that's it. Starting from the middle of last year, after the anniversary of his death last year, things were not normal at home..."

"Can you tell me more specifically?"

"Well. At first, it was my wife who noticed something was wrong. She found that things in the kitchen had been tampered with. She has always been the one who cooks at home. She said that the soy sauce bottle had been tampered with, and the kitchen knife had been placed elsewhere. It wasn't the corner where she kept the kitchen knife. Later, I found that after the clothes were washed, no one had done any housework at home. I also found that food was already placed on the table... It looked like a fairy tale... I used to tell my son the fairy tale about the snail girl..."

"Yes. You and your wife suspect that your son did it?"

"Yes...no. Of course I didn't suspect that at first. My son died in a car accident. In 2003, he was involved in a car accident and was rescued in the hospital for more than three days before he passed away. He is the only son we have as a couple. , it’s really painful... In the past few years, we haven’t come out of it, and we have gradually gotten better and accepted it. On his death anniversary last year, we didn’t feel so sad at home. When something like this happened... we didn't understand what was going on. We told our colleagues and relatives, and they asked us if we had rescued any animals. We thought about that at first..."

"What happened next?"

"Later, it was during the weekend. One weekend, I met my wife. I went out for a dinner that day and came back at night. When I came back, I saw her crying. She said her son was back... She said she saw She fell asleep while watching TV and was covered with a quilt. She was confused and thought it was me. She heard someone calling her mother and told her to sleep well. She also appeared suddenly during dinner... She said it was my son. It didn’t feel right at that time.”

"Um."

"She may be... I know very well that our little bastard can't do any housework, let alone cook. He can burn the noodles if he cooks them. I told her, and she started arguing with me. She said that her son has learned how to feel sorry for her now. This is what happened... At that time, it was just like that. If our son comes back... I don't know if it will be good or bad, but anyway... sigh..."

"So, what's on your mind now?"

"Something has been wrong recently. There are still some things, like helping with teaching affairs and so on. But recently... recently he has lost his temper... I think he... To be honest, we are older, and I have She is half a hundred years old, and she is six years younger than me. If we take care of another child now, it is still too late. In the future, we will have someone to take care of us, and there are some procedures for adopting a child... We found someone, and we have connections. My hometown, my hometown in the countryside, a distant relative, my second uncle’s cousin’s family, in the countryside, they always favor sons over daughters. When a son was born at home, he had a daughter who wanted to give it away. We didn’t pay attention to this. I just hope that when we are old, someone can take care of us. Someone can help us with medical treatment and so on. After all, our son is at home, and my wife has bought the food, so he can cook. At once……"

"You and your wife had this plan, did he know about it?"

"We didn't think too much about it at that time. We were talking about this in the bedroom before going to bed...the window glass and the mirror were all broken...all of a sudden...exploded. We...we were really...at that time She... really felt that... she still wanted to reason with her son... the light also exploded... it was really..."

"Did he communicate with you during this period? Was it verbal communication, or was it a suggestive behavior?"

"No. He just helps with things sometimes. Not every day. We actually don't know...it was originally meant as psychological comfort. My wife feels happy every time she sees it. We really didn't expect..."

"So, now, are you ready to save him?"

"We have reasoned with him and invited monks to our home! We even went to his grave and burned paper for him in various ways... I now feel, now I suspect, that he may, may not be our son... He was not our son before. Doubtful, even more so now..."

"Did he behave aggressively toward you and your wife? Or was it limited to destroying furniture in the house?"

"No. He didn't attack us. But, windows, glass, mirrors, lights, TVs...and clothes, sheets, quilts...he destroyed a lot of things. And, more and more, more and more often...we followed him Having said that we don’t want to adopt him anymore, it seems like he still... we really don’t know what to do.”