Aoba Office

Just listening to the sound of just a few seconds, there is only so much that can be deduced.

Gu Mo said that there was a high possibility that someone was attacked.

However, all we can know is that someone was attacked, who the victim was, and where.

Gu Mo seemed to be in a bad mood, perhaps remembering the attack on him.

Nangong Yao observed me and could only see that I had the mark left by Christina on my body. Where the owner of the mark was now, it was impossible to tell based on his current state.

We had no choice but to end the video call and wait for Han Yun to come back.

Han Yun did not return all night.

Guo Yujie had a good rest and was a little nervous knowing that I had been marked by Christina.

"Let's go and see the scene today." Wu Ling was very calm, without any anxiety.

Christina died on December 24, 1982, on a small stage. The stage was set up in the lobby on the third floor of the then Ruihuade Investment Company Building. The company building is privately owned by Ruihua De and is a five-story office building. Before Reward was annexed by another company, the building had changed owners and been converted into a building for both offices and residences. There is also a street front for rent on the first floor. It is a somewhat chaotic building.

"In 2019, the entire street was renovated, the underground was connected to the subway, and the building was blasted and demolished." Wu Ling introduced us along the way.

The car drove to the original site of the building, which is outside the Civic Park.

There are some scattered trees in the Citizen Park. Generally speaking, there are mostly lawns, and the view is very broad.

At a glance, you can clearly see that the park is clean and free of any negative energy.

There is no singing.

I listened for a long time and confirmed this.

We got off the car and walked around the park. Liu Miao also called Gumo so that he could hear the sounds here.

There were some parents with children and people walking dogs in the park, but it was not very busy. When the weather is hot, it may be more lively here.

"No, I didn't hear anything." Gu Mo replied affirmatively.

"Hasn't Han Yun shown up yet?" Wu Ling asked me.

I shook my head.

After Han Yun disappeared yesterday, he never appeared again.

Without him, we can't be sure whether there is a different space here.

Wu Ling instructed Guo Yujie to contact Han Yun.

"Me?" Guo Yujie was confused and pointed at herself stupidly.

"That kind of connection is definitely not one-sided. They will find you, which proves that there must be something emanating from you that attracts them. You can give it a try." Wu Ling analyzed patiently, "You just need to think about Han Yun hard. , call Han Yun, he should be able to hear you."

"Is this okay?" I was skeptical.

I used my own ability to enter the dream state, using a similar method, and also kept thinking about the object I wanted to possess in my mind. But Guo Yujie's abilities are different from mine. If she calls Han Yun like this, will she attract other ghosts?

What Wu Ling said is that the connection is not one-sided. Guo Yujie exudes something, which I agree with. It is also because of this that I feel it is unsafe to call ghosts casually.

However, there are four of us here, and Guo Yujie has no fighting ability. The three of us can fight and deal with most ghosts, so we don’t need to be particularly restrained.

Wu Ling asked Guo Yujie to try, and also reminded Liu Miao and I to be prepared, just in case.

Guo Yujie seemed to be praying in front of the Bodhisattva, with her hands clasped together, her eyes closed tightly, her lips moving, and she muttered words.

She was serious and seemed to have concentrated her energy on calling Han Yun. I could hear the faint sound she made.

I felt the fluctuation of Yin Qi, raised my eyelids, and saw the space above Guo Yujie's head slightly distorted.

Guo Yujie probably felt her head sink, so she stopped praying and looked up.

Han Yun, such a big boy, lay on Guo Yujie's head, lowered his head and looked at her, "What do you want me to do?"

The posture of this person and one ghost is really weird.

"This is where Christina died," Wu Ling said.

Guo Yujie breathed a sigh of relief, "You're really here, Han Yun. That's great. That's okay!"

Han Yun was still lying on Guo Yujie's head, turning his head and observing his surroundings.

"Are you sure this is here?"

"Sure."

"Then she's not here anymore. There's nothing strange here." Han Yun retracted his gaze and turned to look in one direction.

I followed Han Yun's gaze and saw a small dog standing behind Liu Miao, looking at Han Yun from the gap between Liu Miao and Wu Ling.

"Woof woof!" The puppy barked twice and was pulled away by its owner.

"Can animals detect your presence?" I was surprised.

There are endless jokes about the puppies and kittens at home often looking at a certain place and growling threateningly at a certain place. Xiaobai can also see abnormal ghosts, but I have experienced so many things in the past year. There are very few similar things, almost none.

Han Yun is an old ghost who has existed for a long time and has become a ghost king. He shouldn't be discovered by animals in such an ordinary way, right?

Han Yun looked at the dog and then around.

"What's wrong?" Wu Ling asked.

"I don't know. It feels weird. Normally, animals can't see me, and very few people can see me..." Han Yun muttered.

"So, there is still a problem with this place?" Guo Yujie asked.

"It may be that something has changed in you. You are no longer an ordinary ghost, nor a spirit. We haven't figured out what kind of existence the Ghost King is yet." Wu Ling said, "After you become the Ghost King, you are no longer a spirit. There may be some changes.”

Han Yun pondered, with a serious expression on his face, "I don't feel anything. I don't feel any changes in my body. It's strange..."

"Woof woof!" Another dog walker passed by, and the dog barked twice at Han Yun. It didn't seem to be malicious, it just seemed like he had discovered something, so he called out like this, and it seemed like he was saying hello to Han Yun.

"It's really strange... what's going on... that's right!" Han Yun suddenly floated up and stopped pestering Guo Yujie, "This place is also very strange. I always feel that something is not right... This is the hometown of that ghost ?”

"No. She was just in an accident when she was performing here and died here. When that building was still there, fans would come here to lay flowers, but it's gone now. Fans who commemorate her will come to her hometown Or go to her cemetery." Wu Ling said, "Her hometown has been turned into an exhibition hall, and there are many tourists. I originally thought that her soul would not stay in such a noisy place, but here."

"Singing!" I suddenly heard singing.

This time it ended abruptly after just one more lyric. It was a man who sang, not Christina herself.

Are there any more victims?

"It's almost the anniversary of her death. There are still two days." Wu Ling said.

My heart sank.

"Since she's not here, let's go to her hometown to see her."

We got back to the car, and on the way to the hotel to pick up our luggage, Wu Ling had already booked a flight.

I looked at the street scene outside the car window and suddenly caught sight of a figure.

"Wait!" I shouted hurriedly, "Stop!"