Aoba Office

When I was in Guangyuan Mountain, I didn't have the heart to think about these things, but because of Yuan Xiaomei's incident, I couldn't help but start recalling and thinking.

What is the truth? I can't figure it out just by trying to figure it out in my head. No matter how much you guess, it's just a wild guess. On the contrary, the scenes I witnessed with my own eyes are so vivid in my mind that I cannot let go of them no matter what.

I recall this over and over again, and the more I think about it, the more depressed I feel.

Fragments about the guide and the taxi driver Song Zang were also mixed into the memories.

The wolf-like monsters encountered by the guide, abandoned unfinished buildings, ghosts that suddenly appeared...

The funeral car driven by Song Zang, the body that needed to be sent to the crematorium according to regulations, the attacks he encountered on the way, and the result of his being late in the end...

These are very consistent with the conditions of that world.

The guide and Song Zang should have encountered other ghosts and monsters, and after their deaths, they turned into new ghosts, killing people, occupying land...

If you had lived in such a world since you were born, you would probably become accustomed to it.

But today in 2023, the world is still peaceful and peaceful. In seven years, such earth-shaking changes have made people feel chilling.

The future that Nangong Yao saw through Mo Wen's old ghost also appeared in my mind.

Neither is a good outcome.

I can't help being frustrated.

I had long been prepared to sacrifice, and I never thought about becoming a world-famous hero. But just like when I saw the little masters who committed suicide, I felt unhappy. I have given a lot, but others don’t know it. If I treat it with a contemptuous attitude, I will not be able to control my emotions.

The fat man and the thin man sighed, probably understanding what I was thinking.

Acting bravely and saving the white-eyed wolf, that's pretty much it.

Guo Yujie was confused, "What does 'no hope' mean? Didn't you say that there are government organizations and professions like Celestial Masters in that world? How can there be no hope?"

Chen Xiaoqiu said: "You must have surrendered. Those heavenly masters just charge some protection fees. It is no different from what ghosts do. Those who may not pay will be driven away. Those who are driven away will not die. There will also be many troubles in life. Of course, this is just my guess. Lin Qi, you haven't seen the Celestial Master there. Maybe it's just that the people in the drama troupe are not good people because they often plot. "

Song Zang's situation wasn't much better.

During the funeral, the people Song Zang saw seemed to be resigned, hoping that Song Zang would return safely, but also letting go.

I didn't say this, I just said "hmm", which was considered to be in agreement with Chen Xiaoqiu's words. The expression on my face also dropped.

Guo Yujie said: "It's impossible, isn't it? Isn't that... there are always people with blood, right? I don't believe that everyone has compromised. Can the government, the country, those who are in power now tolerate someone who can decide their life and death at will? And Scientists, atheists, etc. There should always be people who resist. Maybe Lynch just hasn’t met them.”

She had optimistic thoughts.

I have no such optimism.

Although I didn't see the whole world, the gray sky made me feel depressed, and the wanton ghosts didn't look like they were being restrained.

There may really be a "Pure Land" in that world, which retains the state of the current world, but such a "Pure Land" cannot exist independently.

In modern society, self-sufficiency is almost non-existent. Globalization is inevitable. The notebook in front of me contains many parts produced by foreign manufacturers. For daily food, Minqing needs to rely on imported agricultural products from other major agricultural provinces.

Self-sufficiency also means a sharp decline in living standards and a regression in civilization.

If those "pure lands" do not communicate with the outside world and are 100% self-sufficient, they may not be able to last long.

I remember clearly that there were technological products in that world. There are cars, airplanes, and skyscrapers. Then, there should be weapons as well.

My face darkened.

Guo Yujie asked doubtfully.

I brushed it off.

My mind is filled with negative thoughts right now, which are really not worth mentioning.

Guo Yujie was optimistic and broad-minded, so she didn't ask in detail.

The thin man interjected, "I think Brother Qi's guess is definitely right. In seven years, it is impossible for the whole world to accept this kind of thing. There may be wars in some places, and there may be death in some places. There is also the spiritual …People in some places may have been brainwashed.”

The fat man nodded in agreement.

The theater troupes and other places I saw may be a peaceful "pure land" in that world.

I shuddered.

"Has Brother Qi found us?" the thin man asked curiously.

"How can I have a chance to find you?" I thought about it.

"You didn't come to Minqing either?" Chen Xiaoqiu asked.

I shook my head.

"Maybe we are the ones who are destined to die..." the thin man said suddenly.

Everyone in the video fell silent.

This is really possible.

Ye Qing will definitely not give up his obsession. If he wants to lose control and go crazy, he will kill everyone, instead of changing his ways, becoming something new and occupying Minqing.

There is a high possibility that Minqing will become a dead city.

It makes sense that we will all be dead before 2030.

No one wants this to make sense.

After a few more hasty words, we all ended the call with heavy hearts.

The fat man found me a pillow and quilt and let me sleep in the guest room.

I tossed and turned all night and finally fell asleep.

In my sleep, I saw the gray sky again.

Not a dream, just an ordinary dream.

The ghosts I encountered took turns appearing, killing people, occupying land, and making new rules. The victims died over and over again, unable to escape their fate.

At the end of the dream, all of this disappears.

I saw the Minqing landmark building - Global Building. The glass curtain walls of the towering building were covered with dust. When I reached the cloud, I discovered that the roof of this building had been neatly cut off.

The ground was even more messy.

The remains of buildings and people were piled together.

In a blink of an eye, I saw the six worker and peasant villages.

The sign at the main entrance of the community was covered in thick blood. The word "six" nailed to the wall fell to the ground, floating in a pool of blood.

All the way into the community.

There was blood everywhere.

There is a river of blood on the ground, and the outer walls of residential buildings are spattered with blood. Some are radiating, some are dotted, and some are a line of blood, or a curtain of blood...

I saw the gate of Building 6.

The iron door was torn off, but the building was very clean.

No blood, no ruins.

From the first floor to the fifth floor, everything is normal.

There is no entrance or exit to a different space on the stairs from the fifth floor to the sixth floor.

The door of the office is still the same, it has not been cleaned all year round, and there is dust on the walkway railings and signboards.

The door creaked open.

I heard a "ticking" sound.

I felt the Yin Qi belonging to Ye Qing.

My heart beats faster and faster. I felt bad, I felt terrible, but I still saw the scene in the office.

From the entrance hall to the depths of the corridor, corpses were hanging from the ceiling.

I saw the people in Aoba, I saw Shouzi and the others, I saw my parents and my sister.

They were hung in mid-air, and except for their faces, their bodies were all bloody.

Blood fell to the ground along their limbs, forming a sentence on the ground.

I didn't see the specific words, but I seemed to hear my sister's voice.

"Brother...save me..."

"Lynch..."

"Brother Qi..."

"help me……"

"Save us..."

"You can't save anyone."

Ye Qing's calm voice was like lightning, waking me up.

I gasped and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling.

It's a dream, just a nightmare...

So is it. Even if everyone else gives up, Ye Qing will not give up...

So, as the thin man said, we, the people of Minqing... are all dead...

I felt sad and relieved.