Aoba Office

I heard music.

A song with vague lyrics, strong music covers the lyrics, and the drum beats are like an amplified heartbeat.

After a while, another song played, overlapping with the previous exciting music. The soothing piano music became the cacophony in that song.

After a few more seconds, the sound gained weight.

I felt that my brain was dizzy from the noise, and when I was dizzy, the sounds stopped.

The scenery before my eyes brightened.

I saw clearly that I was now in an office in a certain office building. Every employee in the cubicle was holding a mobile phone and looking at each other.

The scene before me seemed familiar to me. The next second I remembered, this was the company office of the pregnant woman Zheng Jia’s husband.

From the corner of your eye, you could see where the man had just rushed out the door.

I suddenly shuddered and realized that the death of Mencet had a similar effect to Lina's plague. They are all contagious and can spread quickly, resulting in massive deaths.

What I don't understand is why Mencet would do this.

She was originally trading souls. It should be said that it is a "business" that can "break even".

The underworld is gone, and the ghost king wants to rule the world. The ghosts also have their own demands.

Mencet naturally stood on their opposite side. The reason for this is something I have never thought of before.

There seems to be no reason for the opposition between the spirit and the ghost king.

But the way Mingxit chose to fight made me confused as soon as I thought about it.

By killing so many people, she could only create more ghosts and make people fear phones and cell phones. Apart from that, what else could she gain?

This doesn't seem to have much impact on the Ghost King.

I couldn't figure it out, let alone why Mensit suddenly appeared in front of me. After crying strangely, he carved his mark on my hand and let me see these scenes.

Before I could continue thinking, people in the office reacted.

They no longer stand around like plastic mannequins. A woman made the first move, throwing her phone on the table. When she moved, the others followed suit.

There was a loud ringing of bells, and several mobile phones fell on the table.

I looked at their horrified expressions and realized that the scene before me was missing a beginning.

The woman who moved first took a few steps back, bumped into the chair behind her, and sat down on the ground.

Others paid no attention to her condition.

A man with a slicked back hair swallowed. The small sound was amplified in this quiet environment.

The man said: "You... did you also receive it..."

The woman sitting on the ground whimpered and shrank.

The woman wearing a black sweater next to her tugged at the corners of her mouth with a crying look on her face, and tried feebly to pull her up from the ground.

"I received a call from my mother." The man in a down vest stood in the corner of the office, raising his hands. There was no expression on his face, but his voice was clear and calm. "My mother died last year. You all attended the funeral. Yes...it's because of cerebral thrombosis...I went to visit the grave this year. It's my mother's original mobile phone number. It's been out of battery and has not been recharged. My dad won't touch it. . That voice is my mother’s too.”

"Ah! Stop talking!" The woman sitting on the ground screamed.

The man in the down vest lowered his hand, glanced at the woman, paused his narration, and continued to ask the woman: "Who called you?"

"I don't know! I don't know!!" the woman yelled.

"That's enough! Don't make any noise. Stop making any noise yet!" With a bang, a man sitting in the office slammed the table. He was breathing heavily and ignored the crying woman. He glanced at everyone and said, "This shouldn't be a prank, right? No one is causing trouble here, right? It's not a prank, right? Everyone has received similar calls. ”

Some nodded, others cried hastily.

The big guy interrupted: "Mr. Yin ran out before, didn't he..."

"Call and ask Mr. Yin."

"Who's going to fight? Are you coming?"

Everyone looked at their phones, but no one spoke again.

The man in the down vest raised his hand again and said: "Have you seen the news on the Internet? In other places, I forgot where. Many people there have seen people who have returned to their souls... who were entrusted with dreams, I remember that they were asked to go to a certain place by the dead people, and many people died.”

"What are you talking about?" Someone interrupted the man's speech.

"I saw it on the Internet before. It's not a ghost story, it should be true. I can't remember clearly. Maybe I'll check it now..." He glanced at his phone, turned away and looked at his laptop.

"Then check it out." Someone immediately said.

The man in the down vest nodded, sat down at the desk, and picked up the mouse.

I only heard the mouse light up twice, and the sound was covered by the ringtone of the mobile phone.

The mobile phones on the table light up one after another, and different mobile phone ringtones gather in the room.

The woman sitting on the ground had calmed down a lot. The woman in the black sweater hugged her shoulders, and the two cuddled together, like victims of snowy mountains trying to keep each other warm.

When she heard the ringtone of her cell phone, the woman immediately threw away her companion and jumped up from the ground. She grabbed her phone and pressed the power button desperately. The fingernails were broken and the knuckles turned white from the force.

Blood flowed from the gaps between the nails.

After the phone was turned off, the woman let go and knelt on the ground again.

The others seemed to be reminded by her reaction and hurriedly turned off their mobile phones.

The ringing disappeared and the office became quiet again.

The only sound left in the room was the clicking of the mouse and keyboard.

I don’t know how long it took, but the down vest shouted: “Found it!”

Many people gathered around, stretched their necks, and leaned in front of the laptop screen, trying to see the words on it clearly.

My vision was still where it was, and I saw a bunch of people surrounding the desk five meters away. Nearby were two women still sitting on the ground. Some people sat down in their seats and did not move over to check the situation.

"They...are all dead?"

"It's a ghost. This means that ghosts... ghosts are now in the human world?"

"Is it true? Is this a story? Performance art?"

"Maybe it's an online incident caused by a marketing account..."

The down vest typed on the keyboard, and then clicked on something with the mouse, "There's news. Water pollution... It's almost the same as the person who posted it."

"It's really a ghost..."

"So, the caller..." One of them suddenly stood up straight, squeezed out of the crowd, and rushed to his desk. She eagerly picked up the phone and pressed the power button.

"Chen Lei, what are you doing?!" Someone saw her behavior and couldn't help shouting.

The woman named Chen Lei didn't even raise her head, staring at the phone screen, "My mother... it's my mother calling! My mother..."

She choked up.

Because of this sound, everyone who wanted to stop him stopped.

Only the woman sitting on the ground whispered something. The black sweater seemed to hear that sentence clearly. He looked at the woman beside him and then at Chen Lei.

Chen Lei's cell phone was already turned on. She pressed the screen a few times and then put the phone to her ear. She held her breath and concentrated, but she couldn't suppress the urgent expression on her face.

I saw her opening her mouth, but the words she blurted out were stuck in her throat.

The look of expectation on his face turned into sluggishness.

The phone fell from Chen Lei's hand.

After a clang, Chen Lei's body also fell to the ground, making a heavier sound.

The woman sitting on the ground screamed: "They are going to kill us! They are coming to kill us! He is coming to kill me!!"

Goodnight everybody.