Aoba Office

The light engulfed me, causing me to fall from darkness into light.

At this moment, I remembered how Zheng Motian got from Guangyuan Highway to Guangyuan Mountain Resort.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and when the light began to recede, I vaguely saw some scenery.

It's a villa in a resort!

Am I back at the resort? !

I am already dead and can come and go freely after becoming a ghost?

There was a burst of joy in my heart, but I immediately realized something was wrong.

I saw the suicide expert and reporter Yuan. When I turned my head, I also saw Liu Liangwang and the man who broke the glass.

It wasn't me who turned around.

My heart sank, realizing that I had entered a dream state.

I didn't feel my own Yin Qi, I could only feel the Yin Qi coming from the people in front of me.

They sat outside the villa, leaning against the wall, all looking tired, and no one spoke.

There was a low cry coming from where I was.

I moved my body and saw a stranger. Probably someone from the editorial department of Tianxia Weekly.

I exhaled and suddenly thought that this could be considered a breakthrough. Although my body was abandoned on the Guangyuan Highway and I didn’t know whether to live or die, and my soul was not completely free, at least I was out of that predicament.

I looked around and didn't see Ye Qing.

Did the little masters who committed suicide escape?

Or has Ye Qing regained his consciousness?

I watched reporter Yuan. She had blood stains on her body, and everyone else was also in a sorry state. This time must have been after they met Ye Qing.

"Yuan Xiaomei...it's all you...it's all you..." The man I possessed was crying and muttering angrily, looking at reporter Yuan resentfully.

Reporter Yuan looked calm.

"...What big news! What new ideas! You bitch, you deceived the editor-in-chief and brought us all to this hell! Sister Zhang is right, there is a god at the top of your head...You killed us... ..." The man didn't dare to speak loudly, but he kept talking, like a resentful woman in the palace. His mind seemed to be abnormal. His words were reversed, and sometimes people couldn't understand what he was saying.

Reporter Yuan didn't respond. After a while, he raised his head and said, "We have to go back. Da Gu's camera is still left there..."

"Da Gu was killed by you!" The man shouted nervously.

Someone next to him reached out and covered his mouth, and cursed in a low voice: "You are crazy! Don't bring those things here!!!"

The people squatting at the foot of the wall looked panicked, like frightened animals, raising their heads and looking around, alert to the movements around them.

I don't know any of these people, but the four journalists I met, Yuan, looked calm, or it could be said to be indifferent.

Reporter Yuan did not look at those people, and continued to the little masters of suicide: "Da Gu recorded everything along the way. The live broadcast may not have been sent out, but if there is a video, it can prove that there are really people in this world. Damn it. We have to make this known to the whole world.”

Everyone else glared at Reporter Yuan.

"How long has it been and you are still thinking about this!" a man scolded.

"I came here just to find out the truth. I am a reporter also to make news like this." Reporter Yuan said calmly, "You have all seen the previous revelations on the Internet. Several strange things have happened recently, and the witnesses are so A lot. But what’s the result? Some people above are suppressing the news. Maybe people have been controlling this kind of news since earlier, and they have been regarded as superstitious, ignorant, and nonsense.”

Reporter Yuan's tone became a little more excited, but he immediately calmed down, "But these are all true. There are really ghosts in this world."

The others remained silent.

"Perhaps, this information was not suppressed by someone above." Liu Liangwang said unexpectedly.

Reporter Yuan looked at Liu Liangwang. Others also turned their attention.

Liu Liangwang said: "I have experienced some things...and people I know...they know better. I just heard them talk about it accidentally. Those ghosts seemed to be restricted and could not be proven. Earlier, , there are more rumors, but with the development of modern technology, photos and images are considered to be fake. Imaging technology is becoming more and more advanced, and photos are getting clearer, but there are fewer and fewer photos..."

Liu Liangwang explained with difficulty: "... They believe that it is ghosts, or something more advanced, that restrains ghosts and makes this influence... become more limited."

I suspect Liu Liangwang heard something he didn’t understand from Sister Hei.

The man who broke the glass said, "Did Sister Hei tell you?"

Liu Liangwang nodded.

This confirmed my suspicion, and I also somewhat guessed the identity of the man.

The man said: "I have heard similar statements from her. However, when she said this to me, she wanted to tell me that because of this unspoken rule, whether she kills ghosts or uses magic to kill, there is no way she will be caught. Currently, it is impossible to be tried publicly." The man smiled sarcastically.

He obviously didn't believe this and thought that Sister Hei said this just to make people follow her and do evil.

This person must be the group leader.

Liu Liangwang said nothing.

The little expert at committing suicide interjected: "I think this idea is correct. The last time, when I was at the abandoned farm, I finally had some impressions... I wasn't just lucky and didn't get killed. It was me who lasted until someone came over."

"You never told us this." Reporter Yuan frowned.

"I don't know if it's true. I didn't see anyone and I almost collapsed. I just heard a little movement. Later in the live broadcast, you should have seen a hand picking up the phone, right? That was definitely not a zombie. It’s not our group. Someone saw the live broadcast and took care of it,” said the little master of suicide.

"What Sister Hei means is an... invisible force... like..." Liu Liangwang was puzzled.

A calm expression appeared on the face of the little master of suicide, "I know what you mean, and I agree with it. I just want to say that maybe there are some rules in this world that prevent ghosts from being exposed. Like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. That kind of rule. We ordinary people are like ordinary people in the age of scientific ignorance. If the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, then we can work at sunrise and rest at sunset. But some people have discovered. At this point, they began to observe and think about it, and then discovered the scientific law of the earth's rotation and revolution. However, they did not popularize it with ordinary people. Instead, they restricted those who later discovered this law from publicly preaching. Well... they used heliocentrism. Might it be better to compare it to religion? In order to maintain a certain kind of 'theocratic power', they do not allow anyone to disclose heliocentrism and insist on geocentrism..."

"Are you done yet?" The spectators became impatient, "We are all going to die, and you are still talking nonsense? The earth and the sun, we are all going to die!! Do you understand the current situation!"

I took a few glances at the little master who committed suicide. I really didn't expect that a little expert in seeking death could make such a metaphor.

Speaking of which, his metaphor is already close to the truth.

"Scientific laws" exist, and there are also people who don't want them to be made public. Those in the paranormal circle are not out to maintain "divine rights," and most of them are certainly not out to make profits from it. The reason for the concealment is that they want to eliminate this "theocratic power".

Reporter Yuan said calmly: "I know. When we came here, we were prepared for this. I will go back to find the camera, and then find a way to make the video public. You... I'm sorry."

This sentence obviously angered these colleagues of reporter Yuan.

The person closest to Reporter Yuan waved his hand and slapped Reporter Yuan on the face.

Reporter Yuan fell to the ground, and his cheeks quickly became red and swollen. She got up from the ground and didn't resist. She just straightened her scattered hair.

That person was also held down by others.

"Stop making trouble! There's been a commotion..."

These words silenced everyone.

"Then let's separate. Anyway, many people have already dispersed." Another person said.

Someone is about to leave, in twos and threes, with different expressions. There were also people who were just sitting there shivering out of fear, looking around anxiously. Those who left were not walking in the same direction.

Reporter Yuan ignored this and looked at the little masterminds and others, "You..."

"I just want to take a look." The little master of suicide attempts forced a smile, his hands were trembling a little, "But, after watching it, it's better to be alive, right? Videos or something... um... why not find someone else next time? Why should we take a video in such a dangerous place? I read the recent news, and what you said makes sense. There are more and more hauntings and witnesses there, so there is always a chance..."

He shrank a little.

Liu Liangwang was a little confused, while the group leader had a calm face.

Reporter Yuan’s eyes fell on the two of them.

Liu Liangwang hesitated to speak.

The group leader said: "I also agree with his statement. It is too dangerous to go back and look for the camera now."

Reporter Yuan frowned and said nothing.