Aoba Office

The old lady in the phone booth only appears on the glass, not inside the phone booth. She was like a shadow, but her facial features were clear, allowing people to see her expression clearly.

She looked at us with a kind look, and put a hand on Tang Wen's shoulder, as if to calm Tang Wen's emotions.

Just looking at it, I can feel Tang Wen's excitement.

She hugged the microphone and cried hard. She was even more excited than before at Yu Xiaoqin's place. She kept talking about the name Junjun and her deceased son.

Anyone would have such emotions towards their deceased relatives.

On another occasion, this would probably be a touching scene. But that kind of occasion only exists in movies.

I gritted my teeth and hit the phone booth several times.

The phone booth rattled when I hit it, but it didn't move at all.

Tang Wen's son was already a little frightened. He came to his senses when he heard the noise. He quickly patted the door of the phone booth and called Tang Wen loudly.

Tang Wen might not be able to hear the sounds outside the phone booth. Or maybe, she couldn't hear any other sounds except the microphone.

This is not the way to go.

They didn't show any intention to attack, but almost all the people who answered the phone were dead!

I pressed my hand against the phone booth.

Using the ability... will Tang Wen inside be affected? Just give it a try... Tang Wen won't be easily wiped out by me at her age.

I exhaled.

Power flowed from the fingers and merged into the phone booth.

In an instant, I felt the vibration under my palm.

Can! This works!

Just when I thought this, the door of the phone booth suddenly opened.

I was blown away by this force and fell directly to the ground.

My back hit the ground, making me gasp in pain.

damn it……

I got up from the ground.

Tang Wen finally noticed the movement, still holding the microphone in her hand, and slowly turned her head.

Yu Xiaoqin's mother suddenly appeared, no longer a shadow on the glass.

Her hand was still on Tang Wen's shoulder, but her other hand stretched out.

The hand suddenly became infinitely long and grabbed Tang Wen's son's hair.

"ah!"

"Stop!" My eyes widened and I jumped up from the ground.

Suddenly, Tang Wen's son was caught in the phone booth.

Bang!

The phone booth closes.

Two people and one ghost were squeezed into that narrow space.

I saw the stunned expression still on Tang Wen's face.

The ghost's appearance distorted for a while, like a puff of smoke, and just disappeared.

No...wait!

I rushed over.

His hand pressed on the phone booth.

The hand was empty.

Due to inertia, I fell to my knees.

The phone booth disappeared.

I looked up and looked around. There was nothing on the road. There were no phone booths, no people, and no ghosts.

Gone...

I clenched my fist and hit the ground with my fist. The pain was not strong.

The knuckles were red, swollen, and bleeding a little, but I still felt no pain.

The street lights were turned on at this time.

I suddenly felt a yin energy.

"that……"

Turning around suddenly, I saw a young man standing behind me.

His facial features looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, but his body was very thin and somewhat stunted.

There was an uneasy look on his face.

"Um...I'm sorry...just now..."

I grabbed his wrist.

His wrist was very thin, and I easily wrapped it around his wrist. I tightened my hand, and I could feel the muscles and bones under the skin being squeezed tightly by me.

"Hiss—" He gasped in pain and struggled instinctively, but immediately stopped and looked at me timidly, "That...I..."

"Are you the ghost in the phone booth?" I gritted my teeth.

The feeling is unmistakable, it is the same yin energy. They are not exactly the same, but they have a lot in common, just like two people who are related by blood will be very similar in some aspects.

The boy's eyes rolled to avoid my sight, "That's mine..."

"Let them out!" I said sternly, "Otherwise..."

I used my abilities a little bit.

The young man jumped around like a frightened rabbit and hurriedly said: "No, it can't be done!"

I slowly released my ability.

The boy's appearance has changed, and his Yin Qi has been somewhat weakened, but he has not been resurrected.

"Really! I can't control it anymore! I can't control it anymore! I didn't mean it! I can't help it! I can't control that phone booth!" He shouted in a high-pitched voice, his voice trembling and a little off-key.

I stopped being able.

From the look of him, he didn't look like he was lying.

His very presence was strange.

Maybe he sensed my ability and wanted to use my ability to do something.

"What do you want to do?" I asked bluntly.

This young man is either a thousand-year-old ghost who has become a spirit and has flawless acting skills, or he is really just a young kid.

Very naive and timid, with no independent opinion.

Such children either have a strong guardian or are often bullied at school and in life, developing a cowardly and withdrawn character.

After I asked the question, he hesitated, did not dare to look at me, and hesitated every time.

"What do you want to do? You suddenly showed up, so you couldn't have been kicked out of that phone booth, right?" I said with a bit of sarcasm.

The boy lowered his head, one hand was still being held and the other was hanging down.

I looked at the top of his head and felt a little irritated.

The current situation is really troublesome.

Tang Wen and her son came here because of a phone call from me and were involved in the supernatural incident. I didn't expect the phone booth to suddenly appear, and the ghosts associated with them to appear. Regardless, I feel responsible for it.

The offensive intent displayed by that phone booth also disturbed me.

It did not attack Yu Xiaoqin.

What the difference is, I haven't figured out yet. But this is always bad news.

Very bad news.

I became even more irritated when I thought that there was Zhang Yifeng watching covetously from other places and might attack me at any time.

I grabbed the boy's hand and applied some more force.

He had tears in his eyes due to pain, and glanced at me. Maybe he was frightened by my expression, and immediately lowered his head, "I...I saw...that...that ability...you can, can change it back." As is?"

I raised my eyebrows, "Return to the original? What was it like before?"

"It's, it's the phone booth..." The boy's tears fell, "I died in it... no one found it... for a long time... for a long time... when I woke up again, it would be with me. Originally, originally Just stay together in one place. I didn't do anything... It, it wants to eat people now... I can't stop it..."

The young man obviously had something to hide. He's not good at lying.

I thought about it and called the thin man and the fat man first.

This is not the place for conversation.

Thinking of the missing Tang Wen mother and son, I called Chen Xiaoqiu again.

The nearest camera here is also at the intersection ahead and cannot capture my current location.

But the person is missing. If you need to investigate, I will definitely be found.

Now is not the time for me to deal with a police interview.

"Can you get the phone booth out?" I asked the boy after making two phone calls.

He shook his head in despair, "Okay, but..."

"But what?" I asked impatiently.

"Ah...but, but it is digesting now..." the young man stuttered.

My expression changed instantly.