Aoba Office

I came out of the office building, hailed a car on the road, and went directly to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants.

The Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants is still in a construction site state, with not much construction started. When I entered Building 6, I didn't see anyone.

After going upstairs and standing on the steps from the fifth to sixth floors, I glanced at the Aoba Supernatural Firm sign above and immediately looked away.

I recalled the black hole I saw in my dream, raised my hand, groped for it, and released my ability.

The ability dissipated directly without touching anything.

I activated my abilities to the maximum extent, using my eyes and ears, wanting to see and hear something different.

But all I saw, heard, and touched was "nothing."

I was like a mime actor, gesturing with my hands in the air.

This took a long time and I started to change my strategy.

Maybe the entrance to the different space I saw was not parallel to the steps of the stairs, but floated vertically above it.

I turned sideways and groped again, as if touching all the areas above the entire staircase.

All I can feel with my hands is air. I feel the slight movement of air when I move my hands.

No.

It seems that the entrance and exit of the different space cannot be forcibly pulled out in this way.

In this case, can I open the different space in Morris Town?

I had doubts.

I subconsciously looked at the door of the office.

Ye Qing may be inside, or he may not be there.

I clenched my fists, turned around and went straight downstairs.

Not here, there are other places.

Huixiang, Guangyuan Mountain...

No, there is not enough time to travel to so many places.

I turned on my phone and just glanced at the map, ignoring the missed calls and new messages.

The costume ghost said to buy me a day.

This time is probably not just for fun, nor is it the maximum range of his abilities.

one day……

I searched for air tickets and then thought about the passport issue.

With no other choice, I could only take another route home, hoping that the thing, no matter what it was, had applied for a passport before. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough time in one day for me to get to Morristown.

I quickly returned home and saw my parents who were watching TV in the living room.

They looked at me surprised.

"Didn't you go on a business trip?" Mom asked, "You came back early? Hey, where is your luggage?"

"Come back and get something and leave right away." I hurried into the room, not daring to take another look.

It got to the point where I didn’t want to be affected by anything anymore, I didn’t want to be distracted anymore.

But when I entered the bedroom, I still paused for a moment.

The room is exactly the same as before. It’s just that the bookshelf is empty, and there is no Aoba’s file. In addition, even the souvenirs I bought from previous trips are placed in familiar locations.

I exhaled and opened the drawer where I kept my documents and other items.

I saw the passport.

Underneath the passport are graduation certificates, degree certificates, bank account deposit receipts...

There are no messy certificates I obtained in college, nor are there any awards from primary and secondary school.

Just the basics…

I picked up my passport with mixed emotions.

"What's wrong? Are you going abroad? Why are you going abroad?" Mom stood at the door and asked worriedly.

"Yes. I have something to do temporarily. Don't worry. I...will be back soon." I glanced at my mother's face.

Same as before, no, a little older than before, the wrinkles are deeper, and the worry in his eyes is too thick to be removed.

Dad stood in the living room and looked at me with the same worry.

My heart ached.

What is different.

That thing was in a coma for a long time, and I don’t know how much it caused my parents to suffer because of it. Even if he stayed sober for several years after entering college, they would be worried about him suddenly returning to that state, right?

And...my parents...wouldn't have such worries. At most, they were worried that I was too busy at work, and at most, they were worried about the sudden deterioration of public security in the outside world.

I held my passport and walked past my mother and then my father. When the door closed, I didn't even look back. Their eyes seemed to pass through the door panel and still fell on me.

I quickly ran downstairs, rushed out of the community, and rushed to the taxi I had called earlier.

The car drove towards the airport. The navigation will still say "You have passed two green lights, please turn left at the next intersection."

Now that I hear this kind of content again, I feel calm.

I maintained a calm mood until I boarded the plane, landed, and rented a car.

It's an amazing feeling.

The last time I experienced this, I was surrounded by Wu Ling, Liu Miao, Guo Yujie, and Han Yun. This time, I was alone.

But they still seem to be there for me.

There seemed to be their presence in the passenger seat and the back seat.

Although sometimes I feel like Wu Ling and Liu Miao were dead, but that feeling will disappear soon.

They're still there.

They are still there.

This is the first time I'm so determined.

Running all the way, I don’t feel tired, nor excited or excited.

I'm just going to do something I should have done, something I should have done a long time ago.

When the car is driving on a deserted road, I will think of Ye Qing.

My earliest imagination of him was that he was alone, a ghost, sitting in an empty dark office. It was a lonely, miserable image.

At this moment, I imagined the scene again, and remembered him standing by the filing cabinet, looking out the window, looking at the place where he buried Wu Ling's body. I feel that he is not as lonely and miserable as I thought before.

He should have made a decision the moment everyone died and returned from the future world.

Even earlier.

After Gu Mo's death, after that period of madness, he made his decision.

From then on, Nangong Yao's disappearance, Wu Ling's death, and Liu Miao's death could not shake him.

The so-called "wait for me" is probably true. He has already thought about how to use my abilities.

What he said about "I don't know what to do next" is probably true. He left the decision in my hands.

I don't know why Ye Qing believed me so much for no reason. Maybe after seeing Xiaobai, seeing me and my abilities, he had expectations. An almost superstitious feeling of certainty that I would eventually make the right choice.

This is probably where the irony of costumed ghosts comes from.

The abilities of capable people come from their desires and demands.

My wish...my appeal...

Xiaobai flashed through my mind, people from Qingye flashed through, those strange family and friends flashed through my mind...

The car passed through Tissent and came to a large farmland.

I stopped the car and walked towards the place where Han Yun flew to.

It's a little high and I might need a little tool to get myself to that piece.

I looked around and suddenly heard a sound.

I looked up to the sky.

The lively music was mixed with some strange sounds of wood knocking, gear grinding, and strange sounds such as squeaking, squeaking, and squeaking from toys.

I saw that the sky was slightly distorted, as if there were two overlapping skies, with different blues and different shapes of clouds mixed together.

I stretched out my hand in that direction.