Aoba Office

"No. This has... not happened before. It may have happened, but I didn't notice it. This kind of thing... drawing a circle on a person's image data should not have happened. The touch screen was not used in the news broadcast before. The touch screen was only started to be used in the middle of this year. Generally, the paragraphs in the newspaper are marked and edited before. "

"You've never encountered a ghost before?"

"No. Ever since I was little...not. I have no experience in this area."

"Yeah. Okay. So, Miss Shen, what do you want us to do? Just from your description, you may have some special ability. We have actually seen similar cases. Generally speaking, people with special abilities People who are capable will take some risks. Like I just asked, you may encounter ghosts and supernatural events.”

"I... don't know. I just feel scared. This kind of thing... I never thought I would encounter this kind of thing in my life. I mean... kind of, kind of the world has changed, everything has changed I felt a little...after that person died, but...but what I was more afraid of was that I had...an impulse."

"Who do you want to kill?"

"No! I don't want to kill anyone! I don't have a specific target, I just... I just feel scared... I'm afraid that I will still have this impulse... That day... I thought of doing the experiment that day, and I was like a demon. I didn't mean it. When I look for news, I just judge whether that person is... suitable... When I saw the news, there was a voice in my head, telling me that this is it, this is it. Well... what happened next... I didn't think deeply about it at all. From the time I had this idea to the time I carried it out... I feel scared now... I don't regret it! only……"

"You're afraid you won't be able to control this power, aren't you?"

"Yes, power...feeling to have power, having such power...I am worried."

"Miss Shen, we can't help you in this regard."

"..."

"If your ability is only what you described, the way to suppress it is very simple, that is, you should not make unnecessary actions in response to those image data. This choice is yours."

"..."

"Whether you can control your impulse or not depends entirely on yourself. No external force can help you. I'm afraid you won't be willing to pay the price with your hands for this, right?"

"Huh...is there no way?"

"As of now, no."

"I understand...thank you for believing in me."

"this is nothing."

"Um……"

"If you encounter anything, you can call us at any time. What I just mentioned... your ability may have just appeared and there is still a development period. From now on, you may become prone to encountering supernatural events. , it is easy to encounter ghosts. "

"Um."

"The more abilities you use, the greater the chance of this."

"...Will those who die become ghosts?"

"Whether they become ghosts depends on their mental state when they die and whether they have a strong consciousness."

"That's it...I understand...Thank you."

On December 3, 2009, the commission ended.

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"Die...die...hehe...hehehe...go to die...go to die...hehe..."

A woman's whisper rang in my ears.

My surroundings were dim and I could only see the vague outlines of furniture.

Moving my body and turning my head, I suddenly saw a bright light.

Car lights shine on the curtains, illuminating the woman by the window.

The woman hugged her knees and sat on the ground with her hair disheveled. The floor was covered with newspapers and printer paper.

I saw people there: there were normal photos, surveillance screenshots, selfies, and movie posters.

The woman's hand poked at the head of one person after another, and dark words were squeezed out of her throat.

"Die...let's all die...hehehehe..."

With a whoosh, another car passed by the window.

The bright light made me blink, and when I came back to my senses, I found that the surroundings were bright.

Judging from the environment, this is a private room in the hotel. There are three large round tables filled with people.

Those holding cups, those eating vegetables, those chatting...

I saw the woman I had just seen. She was dressed brightly, not as decadent and strange as before.

Looking at it this way, I vaguely remembered her identity - a certain host on the Minqing News Channel. His real name doesn't seem to be Shen Wangshu. I don't remember what it was, but I have an impression of this face.

"Ashu, you're a celebrity, you're a TV star. Come on, let's have a drink. We haven't seen each other for many years." A man came over with a wine glass.

Shen Wangshu stood up, clinked glasses with him with a smile, and exchanged greetings.

I felt her heart beat slightly faster.

"Why are you alone? I remember that at that time, you and Yu Zihao were always together." Shen Wangshu asked naturally, but his mood was tense.

Yu Zihao... this name made Shen Wangshu's heart beat faster.

"Hey, don't you know?" The man was surprised.

"What?" Shen Wangshu was confused.

"You didn't come to the graduation dinner on graduation day? Are you here?" The man frowned, "He didn't know what he ate. He was allergic and it was too late to call an ambulance."

"Ashu, you're here, and you were so scared that you cried with me. We were holding our heads and crying." Someone next to him interrupted.

"Yes. Several of us cried miserably."

"In the blink of an eye, it's been so many years..."

"We really don't pay attention to this here. Foreigners have more serious allergies..."

Those discussions turned into a buzzing noise, filling Shen Wangshu's mind.

Suddenly, the sound faded away, and so did the bright light from the hotel box.

I saw the back of Shen Wangshu's head.

She was sitting on the sofa in the living room, next to a woman who looked to be in her sixties or seventies.

"Here, this is a photo of Grandma Shu Shu's 80th birthday. Shu Shu is here." The woman pointed to a corner of the album and smiled, "Shu Shu and her cousin were clamoring for cake. They cut the cake in the afternoon. , gave them a piece of cake, but it was not enough. Later, their sister-in-law was frightened when she saw that they had eaten all the cake, and she was afraid that they would not be able to eat the dinner. His uncle beat the two children. Her grandmother was banging the table next to her, scolding the two big men for making her angry to death for holding the two little ones for a while..." The woman laughed. Standing up, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxed.

"Well..." Shen Wangshu's eyes were a little moist.

She was Shu Shu, but her mother couldn't remember her.

The woman turned another page in the photo album, "Ah, this is my birthday photo. Shu Shu made it for us, and everyone in the family invited it. We even went to the photo studio to take a family photo that day."

The photo was of Shen Wangshu and a middle-aged couple. The three of them had their faces close to each other, all smiling brightly. The woman in the photo squinted slightly, looking at Shen Wangshu with gentle eyes and pride.

Shen Wangshu's hand held half of the album, his thumb right next to the woman's face.

She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the woman's face.

In fact, this photo was taken just last month. By that time, the woman's memory had waxed and waned.

Shen Wangshu took a deep breath, "What about this one?" Her eyes moved to the other half of the album.

That half is also a group photo. Looking at the background, it appears to be on the same occasion as the previous photo. The middle-aged couple in the photo remain the same, with their peers standing next to them.

The half of the photo album suddenly drooped.

The hand holding the photo album disappeared.

"Mom?" Shen Wangshu raised his eyes.

There was no one around her.