soul seeker

"Bad."

"Ah? Why is this! I want to talk about it first." The woman said first, "The good news is that you don't have to be a lonely ghost anymore. The bad news is that you will be very busy from now on. Depending on how warm and cold the world is, you might even fight monsters, and more, but the ending has not changed, and weathering should still be your ending."

Wu Ci looked at his hands, "What? Does this kind of thing complicate things again?"

"It's so complicated that we have to change our route now, let's go, go to where I live, and talk about the rest slowly. By the way, we have to get along well in the future, my name is Erji."

In the attic of the wooden house, Wu Ci stood in front of the small square window and looked at the train station which was only a few steps away.

"No wonder you arrived shortly after I died, so you were so close."

"That's right, it's your life." Er Ji stood in front of a telephone nailed to the wall, "Come here, this is the phone I told you to use to communicate with the higher authorities."

"Oh." Wu Ci turned and walked over.

The room was very short, only a little higher than Wu Ci's head.

Wu Ci stood in front of the phone and looked carefully, "Where's the phone line?"

"Pfft..." Er Ji laughed, "Hey, if it's the same as an ordinary phone call, you wouldn't believe me when I said it was God."

She took Wu Ci's hand and put it on the bottom of the phone, allowing his fingertips to touch the underworld engraved on the bottom.

"Is this also Ming Wen?" He turned to look at her.

"Well," she held up the ring and turned it around, touching the inscriptions engraved on the ring, "it looks similar to this one, and it's something similar to a spell used to maintain communication with it."

"Oh, but aren't there living people living on the first floor here? Although there is still another floor, won't you notice when the phone rings?"

"That's good," Er Ji said with a smirk. "We soul seekers have a place to live because they are afraid of haunted houses. This kind of phone call, which they think is supernatural, can actually help us."

Wu Ci nodded.

"Okay, now that there are no tasks, let's..." Erji opened the drawer of the cabinet next to him, and took out a balloon from it, "Let's start practicing, it's a compulsory course before becoming a soul seeker."

a few days later.

Wu Ci, who was practicing, accidentally knocked over the cabinet, and with a loud "boom", he himself fell to the ground.

"Hey, hey," Er Ji stood aside and looked at him with his hands in his pockets, "Your ability is not directly proportional to your self-confidence. Do you know? It's because you're "booming" upstairs all day long. , the only resident downstairs was also scared by you and moved out."

"Is this training method really feasible?" Wu Ci stood up and patted the dust on the hem of his gown.

"Don't doubt whether the method is feasible if you can't do it yourself..." Just as Erji's long speech was about to start, the phone on the wall rang, and she, who happened to be standing next to her, reached for the receiver and put it to her ear.

After a quiet pause, she put the receiver back, "Let's go, there is a task, this is the first task you observe."

Three years later.

"When will I be able to be transferred to another place to take charge of my own work?" Erji sat on the floor beside him, flipping through a book that had been read tens of thousands of times. Many, although glass disease is a rare physical disease, but it can't stand the large number. I remember hearing it said last time that the number of soul seekers is almost full recently. You, you may not become a regular in the next 80 years .”

At this time, another task just happened to come, Er Ji got up, and the book on his lap slipped to the ground because he was not holding it with his hands, and thick dust was stirred up.

After listening to the task, she took off the red and blue rings in her hand and threw them to Wu Ci, "Go, No. 5 Zhongxiao Street, the second floor, the first room is an old man who is over sixty years old, because he wants to wait a few days before his birth. His grandson took a look at it, so he refused to reincarnate, so go, just stay with him."

Putting on the ring, Wu Ci said expressionlessly, "Is it really okay for you to be lazy like this?"

"Isn't it you who want to be alone? I'll give you a chance, hurry up, it won't be good if you delay."

Ten years later.

Wu Ci, who came back from the mission, found that a big "demolition" was written on the wall outside the small building.

"This place is going to be demolished." He came upstairs and said to Er Ji who was reading a book.

"Well, I know, the person who wrote the words just left for a few hours."

"Then what should we do? This place has been demolished, where do we live?"

"First of all, notify the higher-ups first. When this place is really demolished, we will go to other soul seekers for a few days and wait until we find another place."

"Oh."

Demolition is imminent.

"Okay, I can't stay any longer, the chances of being discovered if I stay any longer are too great. However," she knelt down and looked at the book that had been worn out and some words could not be read clearly, "I still feel a little bit reluctant to part with this book , and cannot be taken away.”

"What's the pity, anyway, you've seen it so well that you can recite it back and forth, right?"

"You don't understand, kid." The woman rolled her eyes at Wu Ci who was standing behind her.

"What about that?" Wu Ci, who was too lazy to bother with her, raised his finger to the phone on the wall, "If we leave and a task comes in, what if the people below hear it and come up to receive it?"

"Don't worry, I will call the higher-ups before I leave, and the higher-ups will cut off the "silk" when they know about it, and the undertones under the phone will disappear, so the phone will be useless."

""Si"?" Wu Ci looked puzzled.

"Oh, just like the soul silk behind the neck of all souls, there is also a "thread" on the phone that leads to the infinite." Erji walked to the phone, took down the receiver and microphone, and began to report the matter to the higher-ups.

After leaving the small building, Wu Ci followed Er Ji, "What kind of person is the soul seeker in the next area?"

"What kind of person? Anyway, he's not a difficult person to get along with."

"Then what do you call it?"

"Huh? That's right," Er Ji stopped and looked at Wu Ci, "I really don't know what his real name is. Other soul seekers in our city call him Xiucai, but he is really a scholar."

"So you're an ancient man?"

"Not that old," Er Ji continued to walk forward, "He is from the late Qing Dynasty. I have never seen him and wanted to play with his braids, but he refused to agree. This time we must..."

40 years later.

in the apartment.

As soon as Wu Ci came back from his mission, he saw Er Ji squatting in front of the fax machine, staring at him with round eyes, curiously watching like a child.

"No way?" Wu Ci walked over, "I didn't have time? Why is it like this every time, every time I change important props, it's when I go to perform the task."

"Yeah, maybe you're at odds with a few of them, and you can't see them anyway." Er Ji said and handed a note to Wu Ci, "This is how to use a fax machine, take a look, anyway I can't figure it out."

Wu Ci took the paper, he thought it would be difficult, but found that there were not many steps, "It's not difficult, it's about the same as making a phone call."

"Nonsense!" Er Ji stood up dissatisfied, and grabbed the paper, "It's obviously difficult! I've tried it several times! Especially typing! Pinyin or something..." She sat down on the sofa and studied it carefully up.

"Typing? Although I have never used a fax machine, as far as I know, shouldn't a fax machine not be able to type?"

"Oh, the above said that this has been remodeled, and this function was specially made for the convenience of contact. Oh, and there is something else," Er Ji suddenly raised his head and looked at Wu Ci, "There is a shortage of manpower in a place, and the above wants to call you over. "

"Oh." Wu Ci sat across from Er Ji, with a calm expression on his face and he didn't seem to care.

"Oh, are you so calm? I thought you would be very happy."

"There's nothing to be happy about. Anyway, after I've learned everything, I'm doing almost all the tasks, and there's nothing new about it. It doesn't matter if it's tuned or not."

"Are you accusing me of being lazy for 100 years in disguise!"

"I didn't say the location like that? Is it near here?"

"No, although it is also a city in the north, it is quite far away from here. It is not a very big city. It is neither prosperous nor famous. What is it called..." Er Ji lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "Oh, Qingyan City."

As soon as Wu Ci heard this name, he felt inexplicably familiar, but he couldn't immediately recall it, just like a gust of wind suddenly blew up a ripple in a faraway place in his mind.

"Oh, so when shall I leave?"

"Let's figure out the specific situation and route of that city first. You can't just go out and rush forward like a chicken without a head."

one year later.

In the cemetery at dusk.

Wu Ci and the soul of an old man stood in front of a tombstone.

"Okay?" Wu Ci turned to look at him, "You should give up when you see the tomb, right?"

The old man nodded, tears streaming down his face, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the tears melted into the gully on his face, "Open the door."

Wu Ci, who was about to return to Tongzilou after seeing off the old man, shuttled between the rows of tombstones.He who was walking in a hurry gradually slowed down. He glanced at the inscriptions one by one, thinking to himself that he didn't know what was engraved on the inscription, or that no one buried him at all.

Suddenly he stopped, with a shocked expression on his face.

He looked at an old tombstone in front of him, was stunned for a long time, and said with a wry smile, "Why does this city sound so familiar to me?"

Wu Ci squatted down and reached out to caress the name engraved on the tombstone. A lot of moss had grown on the gap between the characters "Xue", which was hard to distinguish, but the character "Ya" was very clear.The stele is dark lead in color, with few water marks, and looks very silent. This temperament is the same as that of the owner of the tomb.

Still others have been weathered.

"Finally, goodbye again."