Aoba Office

"Oh! Let's talk about the fire. Just this afternoon. Noon, afternoon. They arrived in the morning. The new sister was the first to arrive, around ten or ten-thirty. The others arrived around eleven o'clock, in the store We had lunch there. While eating, we started talking about those same things. This time we talked more about Gu Yan’s death. They were talking about the news on the Internet about Gu Yan’s suicide and Gu Yan. Yan was suffering from depression, drinking and sleeping with her boss, sleeping with people on the set, and so on... It was said later that Nan Tian's cooperation with her was a waste, that's all, they just gloated. Gu Yan deserved to die. After lunch, I put away the dishes, served drinks, and they played cards. They basically chatted, played cards, and did some crafting. Making a sign for Nantian made a mess, it was all paper, and the glue was still on our table.”

When the man said this, he looked disgusted and a little angry.

He started to crook the building again, complaining that these people would leave garbage behind every time they came. Sometimes they bring their own snacks, and he has to clean the melon rinds and fruit shells. There are also toilets, because they produce a lot of garbage.

The man complained for a while and looked under the camera. He must have read the comments in the live broadcast room while live broadcasting on his mobile phone. He was reminded again and brought up the topic just now.

"...Afternoon, a little while after lunch. As soon as the drinks were served, they started shouting. Several women screamed, not knowing what happened, and asked me to come up. One woman knocked over the drinks. Pearl milk tea Ah, the pearls were all sticky on the table and on the floor. They stepped on them because they were using exploding beads in the store. It was even more disgusting when I asked someone to help me clean up the table and mop the floor. Just talking. The woman who spilled the drink said she saw something. She was referring to the painting on the wall opposite, which was in the shop. There were printed paintings, roses. She said she didn’t understand what she was talking about. One of them went to look at the paintings in the store.

After hearing this, I was sure that these people had said bad things about Gu Yan and attracted ghosts.

The man didn’t take it seriously. He didn’t seem to think about it. He was still complaining, “… They said there were bugs in the store. It’s so cold in winter and it’s useless to turn on the air conditioner. Where did the bugs come from? They’re looking for trouble! Damn it! I couldn't help them. I spilled the drink and made such an excuse. "

The man went from complaining to being excited.

"That woman was the first one. Someone shouted again from behind. On the second floor, there is a wooden floor. We can hear them talking and walking below. There are also guests below. They are quite annoying. In the past, they were all sitting and chatting, just the sound of talking. It was very loud. The customers below felt annoyed and asked me if there was someone on the second floor. They asked me three times. After mopping the floor, I heard someone shouting that there was something there. Then they asked me to come up and ask me if there was a room on the second floor where I could put some condiments. Materials, tablecloths, stuff that I don’t usually use.”

The man spoke vividly, trying very hard to introduce it to the audience.

"There's no one there. The room is full. It's not usually open. They insist on asking me to open it. They even asked the boss. There's no key, the door is unlocked, the things are worthless, and no one goes there. They even complained to me."

The man started complaining again, feeling resentful.

After complaining for a few times, he finally opened the door.

"I opened it for them and the boss was there. I opened the door in front of them and showed it to them. They said there were rats and asked us to clear out the things. The things were all piled up to the door! The container at the door was filled with condiments. In the back, behind the boxes are tablecloths, curtain cloths, and things packed in plastic bags, such as red and green light bulbs, window stickers, and posters made in the past, including discounts and new dishes. Those who were recruiting...all the boxes and plastic bags were piled up. They told us that there were rats and they told us to file a complaint with the health bureau."

The man slapped the table, and after being angry, he showed a strange and mysterious expression.

"They are really angry. You can see it. They are really angry and insist that we take out things to show them. I saw a few women among them, the one who spilled the drink, and another one who was crying. With red eyes, they hugged each other and hid behind each other. The two men were the most angry, and the new sister was also angry. The new sister talked to our boss and they didn’t want to leave. I cleaned it up and showed it to them. I didn’t know what to look at. Later, our boss couldn’t bear it anymore. Our boss had always been very polite to them. They came regularly every month and paid a lot of money. . I heard from the proprietress that they paid a lot of money to occupy the space. The business in the store was so crowded at noon and the tables were turned over. In the afternoon, there were many people sitting and not leaving, so they reserved the space. It’s quite a lot of money.”

The man introduced him for a while, his attitude softened slightly, but he immediately became sarcastic again.

"More money is great. The new lady also said to give us money. She told us to transfer money from her online wallet to the boss, and also gave us a few waiters to take out our things. Our boss also wanted money. Also If he didn't give it to us, he took the money. The new lady didn't even mention giving us a tip. They just stood there while we took out the things and opened the boxes and plastic bags. . I felt at that time that they were mentally ill.”

The man pointed to his temple and tapped it.

"Really, my brain is sick. They also check. Everything, seasonings, all checked and looked at. I still want to unpack them. Later, let's check the things we make ourselves, those new dishes, recruitment, and discounts. …”

The man was waving his hands and talking about this, and I just felt a blur in front of my eyes.

A lot of memories flooded into my brain at this time.

I saw a group of people, men and women... That space seemed to be the second floor of the western restaurant that the man in the live video said. The second floor is not large, and there is a small room separated from it. The room door is open. There are various sundries piled on several dining tables in the hall. The small room was empty, with only some scraps of paper, empty boxes, and empty plastic bags left in the room. This place really isn't too clean. There are also some pipes visible in the room, and I don’t know what they are used for.

I saw the Yin Qi and confirmed the owner of the memory.

The owner of the memory is a woman at the back of the crowd. There is a woman of similar age beside her, shaking hands with her, as if encouraging and comforting each other.

Behind the woman, I saw a strange ghost.

He reached out and covered the woman's eyes with his hands.