Aoba Office

I spent more than two hours just scrolling through this person's social media page.

When I came to my senses, it was my mother outside calling me to eat.

While eating, I was a little distracted. I heard the evening news reported a suicide incident. The news anchor introduced the number of suicides this year and previous years, and mentioned a lot of authoritative survey data around the world. I moved my eyes slightly and looked at Data graph on TV screen.

There must be many cases in this huge data that are not suicides, but were killed by ghosts and faked as suicides.

After dinner, while checking social media, I saw news about the suicide rate. There happens to be an international suicide prevention education week next month, and these news can be regarded as a warm-up for the education week activities. There are also some organizations in society that have started such activities in advance.

Under such news, there are some discordant voices.

I know that there are cases of ghosts faking suicides in such suicide data. There are not a few people who know this as well.

After the last global truth or dare harm, the world has been deteriorating at an accelerated rate. The underworld disappears and ghosts return to the world. The number of people exposed to such things is increasing rapidly.

Ghosts, which were originally only mentioned in small circles, were originally regarded as jokes and ghost encounters. After that, they have been considered by many people to be a real phenomenon in reality and a scientific temporary phenomenon. Unexplainable facts.

As a result, such remarks are indispensable in any topic.

Such remarks become more common when it comes to topics related to death.

I followed these comments and forwards, looked at the spokesperson’s social media page, and saw a newly emerging group.

These people worship ghosts as some kind of gods or idols.

Just like some people worship serial killers and scum war criminals, worshiping murderous evil spirits has also become a niche trend.

This is not a pleasant topic.

I endured the disgust and read on, but I saw many examples collected by this group of people. The things I have experienced such as truth or dare, being a little expert in committing suicide, etc. are also listed here. Others, some look very fake, and others are similar, very much like the work of evil spirits.

My mood became bad again and my worries increased.

Throwing the phone aside, I recalled the experience of more than a year and our unresolved troubles in my mind.

You won’t know if you don’t count them, but you will be shocked if you count them.

We have so many unresolved problems, some of which we simply cannot begin to solve.

Just like the large number of ghosts who return to the human world after the underworld disappears. We saw the group of ghosts led by Shen Xiaorong. After being a fisherman for a while, he watched the ghosts of the Shen family kill each other and finally got rid of Shen Xiaorong.

But what about Shen Xiaorong?

We did not investigate further, nor did we encounter similar groups of ghosts again.

Another example is those female ghosts whose faces were stripped. It has been many years since Aoba's people came into contact with them, but they are still helpless and can only let them wander around and start recruiting troops.

There is no way.

Even if there are no ghosts in this world, there are still many problems that cannot be solved. There are such troubles in any field.

If you leave it alone, it doesn't seem to affect your normal life.

However, there are always some people who spend their entire lives on this kind of thing.

I exhaled and rubbed my forehead.

Let's do it one thing at a time.

Let's wait for news from Chen Xiaoqiu and Chen Yihan first, and solve the problem of future ghosts and the entrances and exits of different spaces...

The phone vibrated and the ringtone rang.

The person who sent the message was Chen Xiaoqiu. She brings good news.

"A large-scale investigation has begun. I believe there will be statistics soon."

Chen Xiaoqiu posted this message in the group.

"Great!" The first person to reply was Guo Yujie.

"What are we going to do? Once we find out the location, are we going to let Brother Qi take care of it?" asked the thin man.

"Xiaojie and I are relatively passive in our abilities, while your abilities can directly help with operations." Chen Xiaoqiu said.

The blood of the fat man and the consciousness of the thin man can create very powerful auxiliary props.

This is Chen Xiaoqiu's idea.

Even if the fat man donates blood, he can't drain out all the blood. To use Thin Man's abilities, you need props.

"You have to be diligent in collecting things in this area. You can receive a lot. How useful it can be depends entirely on you." Chen Xiaoqiu said to the thin man.

"It's so stressful...you'd better not have too high expectations." The thin man made a sweaty expression.

"You are a bit motivated! Do you have the ambition?" Guo Yujie sent a series of expressions.

The thin man continued to sweat, "This is not a matter of ambition."

"This is a matter of ambition. You can't lose in terms of momentum."

The two started talking about the car.

Guo Yujie's point of view cannot be said to be wrong. If the thin man has a strong will, his abilities will definitely improve. But that kind of strong will doesn't just appear out of thin air. The thin man does not have the character of Guo Yujie or Chen Xiaoqiu, and this aspect cannot be changed by just talking.

After chatting for a while, the group became quiet.

I looked at the time and decided to go to bed.

I got off work early today, but no one said I would continue my vacation tomorrow. The old leader had never contacted us, and it was only then that I became aware of it. A little uneasy, but if something really happened to the old leader, we should get the news.

I lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep with the worries that had skyrocketed throughout the day.

Buzz buzz...buzz...

Mobile phone vibration.

A woman's high-pitched singing voice followed.

music? A call from your cell phone? Alarm?

I was a little confused and wanted to touch my phone.

He slapped his outstretched hand on the bedside table, fumbled for a while, and found his phone.

With my eyes still closed, I pressed the screen from memory. This should turn off the alarm, and wait ten minutes before it rings again.

No, that ringtone just now was not my cell phone alarm.

Buzz buzz...

The phone vibrated again, and the music sounded again.

I opened my eyes completely.

My field of vision was the ceiling. Before I could see clearly, my hand was raised, and the phone screen was in front of my eyes.

It's a phone call.

The name on the caller ID is "Tiantian".

who?

A red fingernail swiped across the screen and answered the call.

"Hello……"

Husky female voice.

No, this is not me!

I immediately floated up, turned around, and saw the woman lying on the bed.

The woman turned over and lay on her side, her long hair covering most of her face, so I didn't recognize her for a moment.

"Yeah, I got it. I'm asleep too. It'll be an hour that night. Okay... ha - see you later." The woman hung up the phone and threw the phone on the quilt.

I drifted to the bedside and stared at the woman's face for a long time, but I still couldn't remember who it was.

The woman seemed not ready to get up.

I turned my attention to the furniture in the room.

There is a small table lamp on the bedside table, which is simple and exquisite. The furniture in the room is basically in this style. What caught my attention was the starry sky projector lamp on the nightstand on the other side.

This thing...

While I was thinking about it, I looked at the woman's phone case. The phone case has a constellation pattern. The bracelets worn by women are also patterned with constellations.

I drifted outside and reached the living room, but didn't notice anything. Then I passed through the wall and arrived in the next room. I saw the crystal ball on the desk, the tarot tablets in the bookcase, and the magic circle poster hanging on the wall.

My heart was shocked, I returned to the woman, and stared at her carefully for a long time again.

Gradually, the woman's face matched the slightly green face in my memory.