Aoba Office

I glanced at Zhuang Huai.

I thought the old man's attitude toward Mr. Zhou was a bit strange, but it was possible that the two of them had some disagreement at the beginning, and that's why they didn't want to mention Mr. Zhou.

If Zhuang Huai suspected that the old man was hiding something, that would actually make sense.

I thought about it and was a little worried about contacting the guide directly, "I'd better go."

At least when I face ghosts, I can see, hear and feel them. I am not like Zhuang Huai who is ignorant and doesn't even notice when ghosts approach him.

Zhuang Huai thought for a while and nodded in agreement, "Then I will hold the three of them back then."

Lu Qiaolan said worriedly: "You have to be careful." She wanted to give the amulet to me.

I refused and asked the two of them to be more careful, but I was also a little unsure.

From the severely missing files, we found no key. Places like Waineck Village and Waifenling were not mentioned in the files, but it was a mute village that we had never been to. There was a page in these files that recorded the situation of the village in detail.

It was a story about karma and retribution. The people in the village accused an honest man of stealing and took over his land. They even pulled out his tongue to prevent him from reporting the crime to the government. When the honest man was impoverished and starved to death on the street, and was taken away by the government's yizhuang and buried hastily, the people in that village began to fall ill, and one by one they became mute.

This is similar to what happened in Crooked Neck Village, but in the records, there is no mention of ghosts, only retribution. The subsequent fate of the village is not recorded.

It seems that the village is not haunted.

Those three people just came back at this time.

Zhuang Huai and I looked at each other and went to ask where the bathroom was.

"On the second floor, just walk to the end." The uncle replied.

After I thanked him, I went upstairs.

It was quiet inside the archives, and the voices coming in from outside became very blurry.

When I went upstairs, I only heard my footsteps.

The soaked shoes made some funny noises, and the wet feeling also made me feel uncomfortable.

The corridor is dark. When I came up here before, I thought there were only three rooms here because there were only three rooms with signs. Now I walked a little further and found out that there were four rooms in total. Among the three rooms in the front, one has the sign "Information Library" and the door is locked, but looking inside through the small window at the door, there are four or five computers in the room, and the other two are offices and bathrooms. Opposite the bathroom is a room I hadn't seen before.

The office was locked, but the room was not.

I turned the doorknob, pushed open the door, and felt the Yin Qi rushing toward my face.

Tick ​​tock…

I heard the sound of water coming from the room.

In the room, an old man who was dripping wet and covered in mud stood there, with a numb expression on his face and a strange gray-white skin.

There was some dark red on the shoulders of his white shirt, and the marks extended to his chest.

My scalp suddenly felt numb.

His eyes were white and looked abnormal.

I don’t know where the focus of his gaze is. He may be looking at me, or he may be looking at...

I took a step away and made way for the door.

His white eyes did not move.

This ghost seemed to have lost its mind and was just a dead thing.

Just as I was about to enter the room, I saw the ghost's figure flicker and disappear.

I put my feet down just as I was about to lift them up, and looked around the room first.

Looking this way, I saw a wall of old newspapers. It looks like old newspapers were used as wallpaper. But I saw reflections in the cracks in the old newspaper of those words. The sun outside the window was shining right on it, so the reflection was very dazzling.

I walked into the room cautiously, squatted down, and lifted up the newspaper with my feet up.

I saw no table legs in the room.

With one stab, I used force to completely tear off the newspaper.

The newspapers were all stuck together with paste. When I tore one apart, I tore off many newspapers together.

A large piece of newspaper was torn open, revealing a large piece of mirror.

The mirror is very thin, like a piece of cardboard stuck to a wall. At the same time, faded promotional slogans were posted on it.

I didn’t see my reflection in it.

And what was in the mirror was not a simple bachelor's room. There was no low single bed, no clothes-drying rod pulled out by wires, no clothes piled on the chairs, and no long table with daily necessities and kitchen supplies.

In the mirror, there is an office, or a one-person office.

The ghost I saw before was sitting at the desk. He didn't have that numb and empty expression, but had a serious face and was working at the desk.

The lamp on the table was on, and the dim light filled the entire room.

The old man suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the door. He put down his pen, pushed away his chair, stood up and walked towards the door.

The door opened.

The old man named Erzi walked in. Of course, he was young, with no wrinkles on his face, a straight body, and was in his prime. The face didn't change much.

He also had the excitement and indignation of a young man on his face, saying something loudly and waving his arms.

The old man frowned and was about to speak, but after opening his mouth, he covered his heart and turned blue. The old man fell to the ground. The young man's movements stopped abruptly and he looked down at the old man in shock.

A blinding white light lit up the mirror.

I squinted my eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

The fluorescent lights on the ceiling turned on, illuminating the whole room in white. This also has the effect of the mirror, the reflective effect is really great.

I looked at the mirror again, and the picture in the mirror returned to normal, and my figure was also reflected.

I pressed my hand against the mirror.

If I could use my powers, the mirror could reverse time... just a little bit. Maybe we can see Chen Xiaoqiu and Chen Yihan...

The bottom of my hand suddenly turned red, and the blood from nowhere covered the mirror, obscuring all other scenery.

I raised my hand hurriedly.

The blood color has not disappeared and is still flowing on the mirror.

Whose blood?

There was blood on that ghost just now...

But the ghost just now was obviously the old man in the mirror!

Mr. Zhou...Mr. Zhou died of illness, so where is the blood on the ghost? And what about those dirt stains?

I suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

Was there something that was interrupted by the sudden light coming on before I could see it?

I came back to my senses and found that the blood that was flowing in the mirror was seeping out. Blood streaked across the mirror and dripped onto the ground.

"ah!"

There was an earth-shattering scream from downstairs, a sound unlike any I had ever heard.

I was about to rush out of the room and go downstairs to take a look when I heard the crisp knocking of wooden boards behind me.

At the door, a rickety figure blocked my way.

The old man named Erzi staggered into the room with tears streaming down his face.

I realized that this man was actually a ghost and had always been a ghost.

Erzi lowered his head and raised his hand slightly, holding a pen in his hand. His trembling hands couldn't hold the pen at all. The pen fell to the ground, and the blood stains on it also fell to the ground, dotted with stars.

The air in the room suddenly became extremely thick, and the thick yin energy made me shudder. Turning around, he saw a bruised figure walking out of the blood-stained mirror.

It's the one who leads the way!

Two updates today. Goodnight everybody.