Aoba Office

"Jiujiu...Xiaojiu..."

In his ears was an old and kind woman's voice, calling one after another. The voice was very soft and a little ethereal.

I opened my eyes, my eyelids were heavy and my eyes were sore.

The first thing I saw was the digital alarm clock beside the bed. The number displayed on it was "03:21".

Three twenty-one in the morning.

Bedtime is 3:05 in the morning. At that time, I looked at my phone, confirmed the time, and then closed the social media homepage, chat group, and book review area of ​​the novel website that I was browsing...

Time spent browsing online is always fleeting.

Just look at the Christina concert incident that has been hotly discussed on the Internet, and time has passed so quickly.

At the end of the chat, there were still many night owls who maintained a lot of enthusiasm. As soon as they refreshed, they could see new comments. New messages kept popping up in several chat groups. Even the book review area of ​​the novel was very lively. A group of readers were chatting. Those novels about spiritual energy recovery have 666 written on them. Some of them have not necessarily read the novels, but just come to join in the fun.

On the Internet, it seems like another world. Everyone is teasing the birth of a new natural law and the birth of a new world.

In the real world, parents have already gone to bed. Dad still turned on the TV, and the sound of gunfire coming from inside was scary, and Dad's snoring was also loud. I should go and turn off the TV. In the family chat group, my mother shared the new links she saw with her aunts, uncles, aunts, and uncles, such as "This is the best thing for the elderly" and "Easy ways to wash dishes you don't know." He was asleep and snoring slightly.

Whether it is haunted or not, whether there are ghosts or not, has no effect on them.

These memories flashed through my mind in the blink of an eye.

"Xiaojiu, Jiujiu..."

The call sounded again.

My sleepy, sluggish brain began to respond.

In my family, including the children of my uncles and aunts, I am the ninth eldest child. When I was a child, I was nicknamed Jiujiu. As I got older, I would only be called "Jiujiu Yue" when I met those uncommon uncles and aunts during the Chinese New Year. "I'm getting taller, I was just a little taller when I was a kid", "Jiujiu is so handsome now, have you found a girlfriend yet"...

"Ninety-nine..."

Memories always emerge unconsciously.

When I listened to the somewhat unfamiliar voice and the tone of calling my nickname, cold sweat suddenly broke out on my back.

The floor heating was on in the room, and the quilt was very warm, but I felt chilly.

There seemed to be an extra person in the room where I was alone. Not only was there a voice calling out, there was also a line of sight falling on my back.

The thing was behind me, looking at me.

She's calling my name.

Will he be killed if he turns around? Being sucked out of essence and soul?

By the way, isn't there a saying that there are three clusters of yang fire when a person is injured, one on the top of the head and one on each shoulder. At night, if you hear someone calling you or patting you from behind, you must not look back. You have to turn your whole body, otherwise the flame on your shoulders will be blown out by your breath, and the ghosts can hurt you.

Not to mention supernatural stories, in those extremely handsome action movies and battle-related graphic novels, those who turn around are cannon fodder, and their heads will be chopped off by the protagonist or the villain.

Can't go back...can't go back...

"Nine-nine."

The calling continued.

My body was dripping with sweat, and my hands and feet began to tremble unconsciously.

"Jiujiu, don't you look at grandma? You, don't you look at grandma?"

I suddenly came back to my senses, and memories of my grandma came to my mind.

grandmother……

"I have returned to my soul. The underworld is gone, and we ghosts have all come to the earth." The old voice explained patiently, "But we can't go home yet. We have to have family members to pick us up before we can come back. Nine Nine, don’t you remember grandma? Don’t you want grandma to come home?”

There was more regret and grievance in the voice, but it also had the tolerance of an elder.

I want to go back. As soon as the muscles in my neck moved, I forcibly restrained myself.

No, this must be the ghost lying!

"Jiujiu, if you want to pick up grandma, take grandma's ashes to the central green space at this time. Remember. At this time... take the ashes... to the central green space..."

The sound became more and more ethereal, and the final sound disappeared directly into the air.

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the alarm clock on the bedside.

Three twenty-one.

I sat up suddenly and turned around to look. There was no one beside the bed. I looked elsewhere in the room and saw no one.

I turned on the desk lamp and ran to turn on the room light. There were no dark corners in the room, the room was bright and clear, and no one could be seen.

One minute has passed on the alarm clock.

Dreaming?

But this dream...

Three twenty-one, which is the time when grandma passed away more than six years ago. She died in the hospital. She was already in critical condition. Two or three critical illness notices had been issued, and the doctors had reached the limit of what they could do to save her.

Almost everyone in the family was waiting in the ward. At 3:21, the instrument rang, and that time became grandma’s death time. The uncle, aunt, and the others started calling, calling the people who didn't come to watch. That night I changed my grandma's shroud, and the next day she was sent from the hospital to the funeral home, where a memorial service was held and she was buried.

Three twenty-one...

The pale lights in the hospital and the uncomfortable quiet corridors at that time are still fresh in my memory. And the expressions on the relatives' faces...the look of grandma on the hospital bed...

Is this a dream?

Christina held a concert, and the world became different, and then... grandma said, the underworld was gone...

I felt trembling all over, as if I was in a blockbuster movie.

I subconsciously grabbed my phone and looked at the information on the Internet. I entered the experience I just had, but when I was about to send it, I hesitated again.

On the Internet, people are still discussing Christina's affairs and conjectures about the changes in the world, with high interest and high emotions.

Grandma...return to the soul...

I felt that what I encountered was a little different, and I subconsciously didn’t want to share it.

Messages in the group flashed randomly, and several pieces of content were refreshed at once.

I clicked on it and saw that it was a guy in the group who often complained that he had encountered a ghost. Text and voice messages were sent out in turn, and a video was also sent.

Only then did I notice that this group was a novel chat group, or a chat group for a spiritual recovery novel. The netizen who is calling for help is an outgoing and talkative person. He can talk to anyone, talk about novels, talk about the weather, and talk a lot.

At first, some people laughed at him for being naive and trying to deceive people. This method was too clumsy.

But after the audio and video were released, such statements decreased, and more people screamed. There were a lot of expressions of fear and question marks and exclamation marks with unclear meanings.

These voices and videos played automatically, but the information in the group was refreshed so fast that I couldn't even read it.

I heard his nervous breathing in the voice message. He kept saying there was a ghost, and his voice had a crying tone.

In the small window, the video starts playing.

I have reached a gap.

He seemed to be hiding under the covers while filming this video.

The room was very dark, suddenly brightened, then darkened again.

The camera turned and saw a figure beside the desk flashing and flashing with a high frequency. Under this kind of light, you can barely see his hand pressing the lamp switch and fiddling with it.

The lights were turned off and this time were not turned on for a long time.

Snap!

The lights are on again.

The man appeared in the light shield and turned his head slowly...

The originally planned "new world" is the kind of new world in disaster movies and zombie movies. A disaster breaks out suddenly, everyone falls into panic, and the protagonist seizes the opportunity to save the world in the chaos...

But plans have changed. (￣▽￣“)

I don’t know which author created the concept of “reiki recovery”. It’s so interesting~o(*￣▽￣*)ゞ