Aoba Office

Take a look, maybe you can enter dreamland tonight.

Thinking about it, I felt uncomfortable, so I agreed.

Wu Ling quickly sent me the documents.

I hesitated slightly before opening the file.

After all, the person in charge of this matter is not me, but Ye Qing. Ye Qing didn't move, and I didn't know if there was something wrong with him, or if he was waiting for a new breakthrough on my side.

After much thought, I opened the file.

The file is very large, and places with the word "Guangyuan" are listed in categories.

Compared with the content I found on the navigation software before, Nangong Yao's search capabilities are stronger. In addition to some unknown small places, there are also companies, shops, and residential buildings named after this, and Nangong Yao found them all.

The combination of "Guang" and "Yuan" cannot be said to be bad. It is not as good as common names such as "Ping'an" and "Heping", but it is also a more popular name. There are naturally many such companies and stores.

There are even more place names.

I only saw those locations, and my heart skipped a beat. Looking at the death toll on the mark behind the location, my heart sank.

For more than 20 years, the place with these two words has been plagued by disasters.

Guangyuan Highway took the lead, with the number of deaths and missing persons exceeding double digits and approaching the fifty mark. Other places are more scattered, one or two are common.

This kind of distribution makes me feel even more uneasy.

That ghost may be consciously controlling his own territory. Guangyuan Highway turned into a ghost road, which was part of his plan. Other places are only occupied and no further action is taken.

The Guangyuan Hotel on the edge of Guangyuan Mountain is a good proof.

In the hotel, only one person is missing so far, that is Wan Jisheng, whom I have seen.

If that ghost was not powerful, how could it have captured Wan Jisheng so accurately and carried him to Guangyuan Mountain?

He had that kind of power, but he didn't use it wantonly, it was more like a form of restraint. Carefully expand your territory, enhance your own strength, and wait for opportunities... Such things are something that normal ghosts would not do. Even Ye Qing loses control sometimes. The ghost didn't seem to have one.

If Wan Jisheng didn't want to go to Guangyuan Mountain, if Wan Jisheng had no relationship with Mo Xiaoling, the ghost might not go against Mo Xiaoling and Sister Hei. You know, before this, Mo Xiaoling had been to Guangyuan Highway.

He shuns capable people.

I exhaled, calmed myself down, and continued reading the rest of the file.

To dream, I must at least see the missing and the dead.

Behind the file are files on the dead and missing. Everyone's life trajectory has been dug up by Nangong Yao, and what happened when they died or disappeared was clearly recorded. Most of these records are also police investigation reports.

There are so many that I can’t possibly read them all. I only picked through the files of the deceased, looking at their photos and the final police investigation reports.

These people died in all sorts of strange ways. Photos from the scene and autopsy are somewhat gory.

I felt a little nauseous and turned the pages hastily every time.

When I turned the page to the end, I saw a familiar face.

Li Shi...

Qingye's client was "caught" by Zheng Motian and went to Guangyuan Highway. He fell into the cliff and struggled to find a way out with his wife and children.

Their family should have been reincarnated in the end.

According to my guess, they should have been trapped in that cliff and could only wander around there meaninglessly. But my appearance probably attracted the ghost's attention. In order to get rid of me, he let Li Shi's family go. Only Li Shi's family can reincarnate.

I saw Li Shi's file and couldn't help but be surprised. Looking at the file again, I discovered that Li Shi's family disappeared from a parent-child education experience center. This experience center has nothing to do with "Guangyuan".

Nangong Yao also checked on Li Shi's situation after listening to my narration of the dream. Their evaluation is similar to my thoughts. That ghost is very powerful. Not only can he use "Guangyuan" as a connection to expand his territory, but the people he kills will also become a bond. This bond is of course not a bond in the positive sense, but a bond of death. Just like a fatal infectious disease, "Guangyuan" is the route of infection, and so are the thoughts of those who died. There may be other conditions that need to be met. Wu Ling and the others haven't found out yet, but judging from the current discoveries, the ghost's minions are no less than the new things we have seen. Compared with the new thing of opening a restaurant, Guangyuan Mountain Ghost may be more powerful. He doesn't need a tangible medium, he can kill people directly through invisible things.

I became more worried.

Worrying at this moment has no effect.

I closed the file, prepared myself mentally, and lay down on the bed.

When it’s time to dream, the dream will come.

I closed my eyes and counted silently.

I didn't fall asleep right away, but I didn't suffer from insomnia either.

Some of the photos I had just seen flashed before my eyes, and my consciousness became blurry.

I heard something, but couldn't tell what it was for a while. My nerves became tense at first, and I mustered up my 120,000 energy and was on guard.

After a few seconds, I suddenly understood what I was hearing.

That's the sound of cards being dealt.

Dealing cards, shuffling cards...

Anyone who has played poker will be familiar with this sound.

My eyes lit up, and instead of seeing the playing cards, I saw a familiar deck of tarot cards.

I stared at the person in front of me in shock.

Liu Liangwang, Wu Feiren.

He lowered his eyes again and looked at the tarot cards on the table.

I was startled, my body moved, and I turned to look at my possessed object.

As expected, the person possessed by my dream this time was a fortune teller.

How could it be him?

he died?

Two questions popped into my head.

Snapped.

With a gentle sound, a tarot card fell.

The fortune teller lowered his eyes and looked at the cards.

"Where is Shanshan? Have you figured it out?" Wu Feiren asked nervously.

I turned my head and saw the electronic screen on the bedside table.

Time went back to the day Jin Shanshan disappeared from Hong Kong City. No, it should be said that it was a few days after Jin Shanshan died.

I can't remember the exact date, but I still remember the general time period.

Wu Feiren had already arrived in Gangbo City, so Mo Xiaoling and Sister Hei should have taken Jin Shanshan's body to Minqing and the abandoned farm.

The fortune teller was silent.

"Soothsayer." Liu Liangwang called out uneasily.

I looked at the three of them.

The fortune teller raised his eyelids and said, "Dongfang."

"Where is Dongfang... Dongfang...? Where exactly? That Sanghua Township?" Wu Feiren was very excited, spinning in circles anxiously.

Liu Liangwang thought for a while, "Sanghua Township is not the East. In terms of the East..." He took out his mobile phone and opened the map.

Wu Feiren leaned over to take a look.

Two people's fingers move on the phone screen.

"Dongfang...Dongfang..." Liu Liangwang muttered, "Is there any place on this line that Shanshan would go to?"

"Minqing..." Wu Feiren hesitated, "On this line, only Minqing..."

The fortune teller slowly put away the tarot cards on the table.

I saw his body tremble, as if inadvertently, his fingers touched his lips. His hand touched the tarot cards, and there was a bright red color on the cards.