Aoba Office

On September 11, 2001, the commission ended.

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The video ends with the woman's gloomy face.

I feel uncomfortable inside.

It’s not that I can’t understand women’s thoughts and feelings. Her sister had been killed by her father, and her body was abandoned and hidden. After many years, she came back to take revenge. She endured humiliation and torture for so many years and finally saw the light of day, but it was because of her sister's revenge that she became a prisoner in jail. Even if she is diagnosed as mentally ill and does not have to serve time in prison, she will still have to spend a long time in that treatment center. What's more, after experiencing such a terrifying thing, she really had a big mental problem.

I don’t know if You Jing is still in that treatment hospital. Maybe she was discharged and started a new life, maybe not. Even if she is discharged from the hospital, she won't really be able to have a fresh start.

Modern society and information society make privacy vulnerable. People with "criminal records" like You Jing have to live with their past for the rest of their lives.

For real criminals, this is punishment. For victims like You Jing, this is a disaster.

In contrast, You Fuxing and Ke Xiao who were killed, and sister You Jing who was reincarnated, all achieved some kind of relief. Even if they are not born with a silver spoon in their mouths in their next life, they can still have a fresh start.

When I thought of this, I was suddenly stunned.

According to what Qingye said, You Fuxing, who did evil, may become one of our kind in the next life. He may be troubled by endless supernatural events and may be troubled by his own abilities. I wonder if this counts as subsequent punishment?

I was lost for a while, turned off the computer, organized the files, and prepared to rest.

I wanted to take a look at Aoba's file to divert my attention, but I didn't expect that the file I picked up was full of depressive content, and it was about a female victim.

I lay on the bed after washing and couldn't sleep for a while.

After turning over several times, my consciousness began to blur.

The chaotic thoughts in my mind became illogical and gradually disappeared.

I heard the little girl’s laughter and the children’s footsteps.

The little leather shoes made a soft sound as they landed on the ground.

"Hurry up, sister! Giggle!"

The little girl shouted happily.

There was also the sound of footsteps.

"Slow down, don't fall."

The other girl's voice sounded older.

My consciousness was a little dazed, and there was a vague feeling that made my consciousness sink.

It seemed like I was being guided by something, like I heard the echo of footsteps, and something else...

The surroundings were very dark and quiet, and it seemed to be an extending corridor, winding and winding with no end in sight, but it attracted me to keep walking.

"elder sister!"

The little girl's cry broke the situation.

That kind of vitality was incompatible with that corridor.

I came to, only to find myself standing in the shadows between the buildings.

In front of me was a little girl running, and my own vision was low.

"I" took a step and walked through the intersection between the buildings. In an instant, I completely left a certain environment.

"I" kept walking, chasing the girl in front of me.

But I turned my head.

Behind it is a messy building layout, with irregular roads in the middle of the high and low buildings, giving people an uncomfortable feeling. This is not artistic, deliberate or random messiness, but real messiness. In the mess, there is something that makes me feel uncomfortable.

My body was pulled, I turned around and saw the same messy road.

Following the force of the pull, I walked through the complex layout of the community and saw the two girls, one older and one younger, again.

I already know where I am.

This made me turn my head.

The building blocked my view, but I knew what I wanted to see and where it was.

Iron Alley...

That road to hell should be real.

That urban legend-like story should also be true.

I have actually heard of this story. To be precise, I saw it on the Internet, through posts like "Top Ten Paranormal Events in China" and "Domestic Terrorist Events."

There are two major legends in Minqing City: one is Luoqu River and the other is Huangquan Road. There are many versions of this.

The "Old Tiexiang District" is not in the stories I have read. One of the versions I saw is that Luoqujiang is Huangquan, which is "welcome and sent off" every day; the other is a vague version of a certain road in Minqing City. Road, if you walk on that road at night, you will lose your way and eventually disappear into the world and enter the underworld.

Originally, I thought this was all nonsense, but now I have confirmed it myself.

The girl's laughter interrupted my thoughts.

I looked at the two sisters, and then I remembered this dream.

The one I possess is the older sister, You Jing.

You Jing... is dead?

I looked at You Jing, who was still young, in a daze.

She grabbed her naughty sister, held her hand, and walked forward.

You Jing looks to be only about ten years old, and her sister is younger, five or six years old?

I don’t know that these two sisters are thin because of their unstable life, malnutrition, and they took on too much too early, so they matured mentally earlier than their bodies.

They entered a building holding hands, talking and laughing.

You Jing took off a bunch of keys from her neck and opened the door.

I followed them into their home.

There are two bedrooms and one living room, but the area is very small, and there are a lot of clutter in the room, just like all old houses.

You Jing's sister was sitting on the sofa watching TV, while You Jing went to her room and took out her homework book.

Her sister looked at the cartoon and laughed. You Jing was not disturbed like other children.

This tranquility did not last long.

At the door of the room, the sound of a key opening the door came.

The expressions of both sisters changed.

You Jing's sister quickly turned off the TV and rushed into the room.

You Jing stood up, pulled a book from the table and placed it next to her, and then pulled out the chair next to her.

The two sisters work together flawlessly.

My sister jumped on the chair, pretended to take out a pen from the pen holder, and drew on the notebook. Only then did I realize that this was a used exercise book with copied words and phrases on it.

You Jing carefully walked to the door and looked out.

The person outside the door took a while to open the door.

The door was suddenly knocked open, causing You Jing to step back in fright. Her sister turned her head away, holding the short crayon in her hand uneasily.

The man leaning against the door had red eyes, unfocused. He patted the door and tried several times before he stood up straight.

Enter the house and close the door.

The small room was filled with the smell of alcohol from men.

He shook his head, sniffed, and threw himself on the sofa.

You Jing called softly: "Dad?"

The man turned over, exhaled a big breath, and tugged on his collar. He looked at You Jing with cloudy eyes.

You Jing stepped back again and said dryly: "I, I'm going to do my homework."

She retreated into the house and tried to close the door.

The man got up from the sofa, "What are you doing? Huh? You look down on me too? You want to avoid me too? Damn you! I am rich today. Do you know that I am rich?"

He dug into his pocket and threw out a few one and five dollar bills.

Leaning on the sofa, he pointed at You Jing, "You, come here."