Aoba Office

I slowly sat up and saw clearly the person standing at the end of the bed.

To my surprise, the person standing there was not a skeleton wrapped in a cloak, but a girl wearing an exaggeratedly gorgeous tutu.

The girl has big golden curly hair, blue eyes, and cherry red lips. Although it was still dark, the girl's skin as white as snow could be seen clearly with only the moonlight coming from the window of the ward.

This is a very beautiful doll.

I always feel that there is a sense of disharmony in her, but I can't explain where that feeling comes from.

"What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll dig out your eyeballs!" The girl stared with big eyes, put her hands on her hips, and threatened fiercely.

I felt even weirder.

Suddenly, the girl had a sinister energy coming out of her body, and the whispers echoed in the ward.

"I want to see Mencet. Can you fully represent it?" I asked. Even saying this made me feel tired and out of breath.

The girl snorted, "This eldest lady is Mingsit."

What the hell is this?

Could it be that the demon in Kaziana was infected by some strange thing from the second dimension?

I instinctively thought of this possibility.

What kind of sissies, paper figures, wives, etc...

The girl opposite seemed to have read my thoughts, and suddenly became furious. A huge sickle appeared in her hand. With a wave of her hand, the sickle was placed on my neck.

I could feel the coldness coming from the sickle, but instead of being afraid, I reached out and held the handle of the sickle.

The other party's expression changed and he suddenly stopped his hand.

My ability has been poured into the sickle, and the sickle disappeared instantly. To my surprise, the girl opposite seemed to have been severely injured, and her image suddenly changed, from an exaggeratedly dressed little lolita to a skeleton.

As the skin and muscles on her body rotted and fell off one by one, the gorgeous dress on her body also became torn and turned into a black cloak, wrapping the skeleton.

Her figure has also grown a lot, she is suddenly two meters tall, her cloak is flying, and her figure looks much more powerful.

The Yin Qi disappeared, replaced by a gloomy and decaying aura.

A bright green light appeared in the empty eye sockets, like a will-o'-the-wisp. And around it, there are also faint blue flames emerging.

The whispers grew louder, emerging from the skull's cloak.

The underside of the cloak was undulating, and from time to time a pale human face would come out and be pulled back again.

The skeleton laughed strangely, "My power! Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

I was startled and suddenly realized that my previous guess was not wrong. This thing is a spirit, and since it is a spirit, it will change as people's consciousness changes.

My ability is to reverse time. I can't reverse everyone's thoughts, but I can change the shape of some things.

Menset temporarily returns to its original appearance, but as long as people's consciousness remains unchanged, it will return to its ghostly appearance sooner or later.

The skeleton seemed to know this, but instead of asking me for help, it raised its hand and a broken sickle appeared in its bone claws. It didn't attack me anymore. It waved the sickle, drew a circle in front of itself, and disappeared.

The thing walked away in such a hurry that I didn't have time to talk to it.

I didn't ask what I wanted to ask, but I helped him in vain.

I leaned on the pillow behind me and lay back down.

Thinking about it carefully, what if I asked the doubts in my heart?

Can I still save the world?

The scene when the four Aoba people died appeared before my eyes again.

I closed my eyes and rolled over, trying to calm down.

But just like that, I can't get rid of those memories at all, nor can I calmly accept what happened.

I opened my eyes again and saw the extra thermos bucket on the bedside table.

I was stunned.

I stood up and touched the thermos bucket.

Of course the outer wall of the insulated barrel is cold, but I seem to be able to feel the warmth inside.

Has anyone been here...

I immediately noticed the note pressed under the thermos bucket.

"Brother, remember to eat something when you wake up. I'm going back first. I'll see you tomorrow."

There was no signature, but looking at the title and the handwriting, I knew it was from my sister.

My eyes were hot, and my heart was filled with sourness.

It was sent by my sister.

She still came to see me.

I just don't know if Shouzi and the others told their sister about "I" changing.

Probably not...

I opened the thermos bucket and the hot air came out. It was filled with ordinary pork ribs porridge, but I could taste the familiar taste. Mom made it.

Do they all know?

I was a little scared and very uneasy.

I'm afraid that the warmth of this family will soon be broken.

Although I had made various preparations before, even giving up on myself and preparing to let it go, after feeling this warmth, I was afraid of losing it.

how should I do?

Should I cover it up?

Pretend that you haven't changed, pretend that you're still the same Lynch they knew, and pretend in front of them?

I don't know if I can do it well.

In other words, I am sure that I can’t do it well.

Just hearing a few words from Chen Xiaoqiu, I knew that he was a completely different person from myself.

A smart person can pretend to be a fool, but it is very difficult for a fool to pretend to be a smart person.

The porridge that was originally delicious is now difficult to swallow in the mouth.

When I recovered from these thoughts, a nurse came to check the ward.

It was not Li Wangxi, nor her colleague, but a completely unfamiliar nurse who came in.

She was startled by me, "Why didn't you sleep? Are you hungry in the middle of the night?" As she said that, she turned on the light.

The porridge had become cold before I knew it.

The nurse didn't pay much attention to this. She wrote something on the list hanging on the bed and casually asked me how I was feeling now.

"It's okay. The wound still hurts a little." I answered absentmindedly.

"Yes. It will take some time to grow up. Eat something and go to bed early and get more rest." The nurse put away the pen and was about to go out.

"Excuse me, where is the nurse on duty before?" I asked.

The nurse stopped and said, "They have something to do and have to change their shift."

I saw that her expression was a little weird, but whether this weirdness was due to memory changes or something else, I couldn't figure out.

How much the time of the dream coincides with reality is something I can't determine.

I pretended not to care and asked, "It was very noisy outside, and there seemed to be security guards coming in. What happened?"

The nurse glanced at me and said, "It's okay. It's just a little accident. You should go to bed early."

It seems that nothing can be asked.

I wanted to give up, but when I lowered my head and saw the thermos bucket in my hand, I called the nurse again.

"I heard them talking. Did some of the patient's family members hit someone? They were all in the same ward. If I knew anything, I would be sure of it."

The nurse looked back at me, slightly hesitant.

"Can I file a complaint?" I said in a different way, "Actually, I just want to know what happened. It's so unsettling. What if it's related to ghosts..."

The nurse's expression changed.

She didn't seem to be afraid of the complaint, but was slightly hesitant. But when she heard "ghost", her expression changed significantly.

I thought with some self-deprecation that the real world has really changed a lot. I don’t know when, the Ghost King has become deeply rooted in people’s hearts.