Aoba Office

I thought about it for a while and then remembered the file.

I still remember that the client of that file had a strange name, Ren Pi. However, he was not skinned by a ghost, but almost died in a car accident. Encountering a colleague with special abilities caused Ren Pi to hallucinate and see what Huangquan Road looked like, and he eventually saved his life.

I remember both of them left Min Kyung in the end. Probably because he wants to start his life again.

When Wu Ling suddenly mentioned this file, my heart skipped a beat.

"Can't... the person is dead?" This was my first thought.

I thought of Jin Haifeng and Lu Qiaolan who had similar experiences... Both of them were tortured by repeated supernatural incidents. Although he is not dead, he is still very pitiful. The fate of people like us is to encounter this kind of thing constantly, until a certain time, there is no way to escape from death, and we die completely.

I couldn't help but hold my breath.

Wu Ling said, "No. He is still alive. However, Nangong found out that his classmates began to die one after another."

I didn’t understand for a moment, “Who died?”

"Those classmates of Ren Pi."

"Classmates?" I don't remember that Ren Pi's classmates were mentioned in the file. I racked my brain to think.

Wu Ling had already explained to me: "It happened when he was in elementary school. Didn't we find out that he almost had a car accident in elementary school? That time, he was fine, and all his classmates survived. The car was knocked over. , there are only a group of elementary school students in the car, it can be said to be a miracle.”

"So... they should have died by then?" I didn't quite understand what Wu Ling meant, so I could only make my own guesses.

I thought of those horror movie plots. A person who survives an accident is pursued by something like Death. This theme is common in horror movies. Some were about to be killed on the spot, while others reunited after many years at class reunions and discovered a common secret. This kind of plot is also common in detective suspense films.

"The specific situation is still unclear. But there are 30 of Ren Pi's classmates, and 17 of them have died in car accidents since this year."

I opened my mouth.

"This can't be a simple coincidence. Although it still needs to be investigated, judging from the last incident, it should not be a ghost, but something else. I speculate that it is most likely to be a certain spirit. Now, it should be that spirit Let's start again. They all died in car accidents, and they are similar to the bicycle sharing. Maybe we can do something with this," Wu Ling said.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

Wu Ling said frankly: "I haven't thought about it yet. This is just an idea. I still need to investigate Ren Pi's matter. You'd better pay more attention. Put that shared bicycle away for now. Pay attention to your own safety."

I was a little depressed, but I knew Wu Ling was right.

I don't have much else to do except let it go.

I am already relatively lucky. My ability can kill lost spirits, but if it were anyone else, they would probably have to wait for death.

I suddenly thought of something and asked Wu Ling: "If I kill it directly, will it appear again? It is a spirit."

Spirits are born and exist due to human consciousness, and obtain power beyond human beings from those consciousnesses.

I just kill it once, the shared bicycles continue to be put into use, and various related things draw related thoughts, and the spirit will still appear.

I killed the game. Although the game hasn't appeared yet, it doesn't necessarily mean it hasn't been born yet.

I discovered blind spots I hadn’t considered before and became even more worried.

"The spirit born in this time period will not be like this. Haven't you noticed? Shared bicycles have not been in the news recently. This is no longer a new topic. People are used to this thing and have less fixed ideas about it. . Even if a new spirit is born, it will be different from the current one.”

I thought thoughtfully, "But if that's the case, why wasn't it affected by this thought? I just saw it... it was still... full of malice. Very... evil..."

In daily life, the word "evil" is really not used very often. When I said it, I felt even more ashamed.

But I can only feel "evil" from that spirit.

It looks like a green-faced ghost, but it's not the same as a green-faced ghost.

The difference...maybe it's a subtle difference between something that is inherently evil and something that does evil.

That spirit wants to kill, wants to do bad things. It itself was not born out of evil.

Wu Ling didn't know the reason either.

"Maybe it's because the deep-rooted thoughts have not changed. Although they are no longer written in the news and no one discusses them in daily life, people's original understanding is still there. This kind of inherent understanding is difficult to eradicate. This is also The reason why the spirit is so difficult to destroy.”

When I think about it, it makes sense.

Another bus came. The driver yelled in the car, saying that the head office had dispatched and there would be more cars behind us, so we should not be crowded.

Many people have already changed routes and are not waiting for this bus.

Even so, the car was extremely crowded.

I was so squeezed that I couldn't breathe. When I looked up and saw the police car parked outside the window, my chest felt even tighter.

The traffic police were still investigating, the ambulance pulled aside, and the doctor pronounced the cyclist dead.

In order to provoke and demonstrate, the spirit killed a person so easily.

After I arrived at the unit, I told Shouzi and the others about this matter.

"It doesn't matter if we drive to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants later, right?" The fat man immediately thought of this.

"Just avoid those shared bicycles, right?" the thin man said.

"How to avoid this..." The fat man sighed.

"I'll leave you separately." I said.

To be on the safe side, this is the best way.

The four of them agreed.

As I walked throughout the day, I felt extremely depressed.

I glance at my phone from time to time, wondering when Wu Ling and the others will find out what happened to Ren Pi.

Probably because I look bad, none of the people who came to see us at the neighborhood committee spoke to me today. Director Mao was also concerned about whether I was feeling unwell.

It would be fine if it was just physical discomfort.

I looked out the window.

Shared bicycles are prohibited from entering the community. There is no way I can see that thing here.

My cell phone rang at this time.

Wu Ling sent me a document, which was a list of Ren Pi’s elementary school classmates.

I understood what she meant and looked at each person's name and photo.

When I saw a name named Zhu Yun, my eyes went dark, my head sank, and I hit the table directly.

I heard the sound of my head hitting the table, and I also heard the surprised screams of the thin man and the fat man.

I couldn't raise my head and sit up. Instead, I felt my body getting heavier and heavier, sinking into darkness.

Is it a dream?

But I felt nothing but darkness.

I gradually developed a feeling of fear and panic for no reason.

However, I quickly distinguished that this feeling did not belong to me, but another person's thoughts that entered my consciousness from the outside.

who?

Zhu Yun?

Is Zhu Yun dead?

I didn't have time to look carefully at the document Wu Ling sent me. I just scanned the name and photo.

I'm a little anxious.

A woman's cry sounded.

Low sobs, suppressed and frightened.

"Zhu Yun. Zhu Yun! Hello!"

My eyes suddenly lit up. The whole person seemed to be suddenly fished out of the ocean 10,000 meters deep.

I saw a warm yellow glow.

In the light of the small desk lamp, a middle-aged man's face came closer.

"Are you having a nightmare? Why are you crying all the time?" the middle-aged man asked, slightly coldly.

Zhu Yun had already raised his hand to wipe his face. The middle-aged man next to him took out a tissue and handed it over.

Zhu Yun wiped it twice and said, "I don't know what's wrong. I must be having a nightmare..."

"Go to bed early. I have to send my daughter to school tomorrow." The middle-aged man yawned and lay back.

With a snap, the lamp turned off.

Zhu Yun held the tissue and opened his eyes to look at the ceiling.

Her heartbeat was still very chaotic.

In the quiet night, snoring came from around me.

I don't know when, Zhu Yun's eyelids started to become heavy and he was about to fall asleep.

My hair stood on end.

I noticed that the purring was gone.

All surrounding sounds disappeared.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

The sound of gentle breathing appeared in Zhu Yun's ears.

Zhu Yun was a little troubled, but he hadn't woken up yet.

what?

spirit?

What spirit?

"And, three days." The breathing thing whispered in Zhu Yun's ear, with a cold voice, similar to a mechanical sound.

Zhu Yun woke up suddenly, his body stiffened and he did not dare to move.

"Phew! Ah——"

Next to him, the man's snoring sounded again.

Good night everyone~