Aoba Office

The edge of the knife sank into the human body, cut open the skin, cut into the muscles, and stayed on the bones for a while, but immediately chopped the bones into pieces, and then sank into the soft muscles. Finally, with a "dang", everything was stopped by the tiles. Strength.

You Jing's hand felt the whole process. In the end, because she hit the tile hard and received the reaction force, her arm was slightly numb.

Blood was flowing from the wound, and You Fuxing was twitching.

You Jing's body trembled.

When the female ghost took You Jing out of the kitchen knife, bringing out more blood and adding a little scarlet to You Jing's body, I felt the intense emotions in You Jing's heart.

Those emotions are so complicated.

There is not much pleasure of revenge, but more fear and helplessness.

But her movements didn't stop. She was like a puppet whose strings were pulled by the female ghost and controlled by the female ghost.

Once, twice...

You Jing's trembling body and turbulent heart became numb in the process.

She was still afraid, but not that afraid anymore.

She was crying and didn't know why.

I couldn't stop this process, and I became more and more suspicious of what was recorded in Aoba's files.

Because the You Jing I "saw" was an autistic girl. She never thought of resisting, she just suffered all the pain silently. What You Fuxing brought to her, what Ke Xiao brought to her, what her classmates, teachers, neighbors, strangers... brought to her. There is also the lingering nightmare brought to her by the memories of her sister.

She didn't resist or try to escape.

This is inconsistent with the records in the archives.

To be precise, there is a discrepancy between You Jing’s own narration in the archived audio.

The kitchen knife he swung down could no longer make You Fuxing react at all instinctively. He was completely dead. The reflex nerves no longer function.

The female ghost let go of You Jing, letting You Jing collapse to the ground again.

"elder sister."

The little girl shouted with a worried tone.

You Jing raised her head slowly.

The girl's face is fair and clean. I know that You Jing is now in a mess, stained with You Fuxing's blood.

She still looks like a child, even with baby fat. Her face is small and her eyes are particularly big. In those watery eyes, there was concern for You Jing.

"Sister, I'm sorry...Sister, do you hate me?" She sniffed and asked timidly.

You Jing had no reaction.

There was no reaction in her heart or brain.

The girl threw herself into You Jing's arms, her body as cold as a cold-blooded snake. She hugged You Jing's waist and buried her head in You Jing's arms.

"Sister, sister, I just want to help you... Do you still like me? Do you not like me anymore? If you don't want me, no one will want me... Sister, do you know? They threw me away In the smelly water, the smelly water in that factory... I saw it... I saw them taking you away from home... You left, and you never went back... I was alone there For many years...there were only rats and bugs...I went home, but you were gone, and you never came back to look for me...I looked for you for a long time...sister..."

The little girl's voice babbled.

She raised her head from You Jing's arms, stood in front of You Jing, and looked at her.

"Sister, I can help you do a lot of things now. What do you want?" the girl asked in a serious tone.

You Jing's body trembled slightly and she lowered her head.

The cold hands stroked You Jing's hair.

"Sister, I know, you must miss me very much, and you must be sad. You want to hide, right? Just like that day... Just like that day, you hid there and watched me being fucked by him. Die." The girl leaned into You Jing's ear and whispered.

You Jing trembled more and more.

This bitch makes me sick.

That crazy You Jing may have said the wrong thing about her escape, but she got one thing right. She came to take revenge on You Jing. She was torturing You Jing.

"Do you want to hide now?" the girl asked softly, "I can help you hide. From now on, no one can see you except me. You can do anything, do whatever you want What you want to do...you can help me. You couldn't help me at that time, but you can help me now, okay?"

You Jing looked at the girl blankly.

The girl showed a smile and took You Jing's hand, "Sister, as long as we exchange, it will be fine. As long as we exchange, you can hide and you can help me. Okay?"

I just felt a chill rising from my heart and quickly spreading throughout my body.

She wants...

"Okay? Promise me, sister -" the girl shook You Jing's hand and said coquettishly.

You Jing became dazed.

No, can't--

I wanted to shout, but no sound came out.

You Jing's voice was very soft, but her thoughts were very strong.

This female ghost has touched You Jing’s heart!

"good……"

For a moment, I felt dizzy.

The body became light and airy, as if it was about to fly.

A moment later, I found myself still in the kitchen covered in blood.

"elder sister."

It was You Jing's voice.

"I" slowly turned around and saw You Jing, but there was a happy and satisfied smile on You Jing's face.

"Sister, look, I said it right, right?" "You Jing" said, like a child asking for credit.

"You can do whatever you want." "You Jing" continued, with a sincere look on her face.

"But, sister, can you help me for a while first?" "You Jing" said again.

I can feel You Jing's complicated mood.

That excitement, gratitude, and worry.

"It's just a small thing." "You Jing" smiled, looked at her own body, and then at You Fuxing's body next to her, "That woman will be back soon."

There was nothing wrong with the smile on her face, but the words she spoke made people shudder.

You Jing was confused.

I realized what this female ghost was going to do.

But, she...

My thoughts are a little confused. She was just a child when she died, dumped in an abandoned factory and unable to leave. She shouldn't have had the chance to "learn" any of this. No, she had already shown her wisdom in disposing of her body.

How did she learn these things? Not only deceiving, inducing, and designing ordinary people, but also part of the knowledge belonging to the supernatural world. The latter may be the instinct of ghosts, or it may be the instinct of ghosts like the survival instinct of animals. What about the former? How could a child...

"Sister, will you help me?" the female ghost asked expectantly.

I felt You Jing nod.

"Great! Just catch her when she comes in." The female ghost said happily, "Just catch her and let her hold the kitchen knife." As she said that, she picked up the food on the ground. For a kitchen knife, wipe the handle with the hem of your clothes.

I suddenly felt cold all over my body.