Aoba Office

I waited all night, but the scenery in front of me showed no signs of fast forwarding. The ghost on the bed and the corpse in the bathroom seemed to have drained their blood, and the blood that flowed out turned into a dark red, and at dawn, turned into black.

I also thought about checking the woman's identity that night. At least when I wake up from the dream, I can trouble Chen Yihan to find the person or the body. But I can't touch anything in my current state, and none of the things spread out in this house have a name on them.

Finally it was dawn and the alarm clock rang. Both the male and female ghosts made some movements. The man pressed off the alarm clock on the bedside table, lay on the bed and woke up, then got up sleepily and walked to the bathroom.

I waited to see the man's reaction, but found that he didn't react at all. He couldn't see the body lying in the shower room, so he was washing himself.

The female ghost also got up. When the female ghost came along, I saw the scene of the soul leaving the body. There was a corpse where the female ghost originally lay, and it was also her own corpse. The female ghost covered her wound and muttered that the pain had not gone away all night long, and her state remained in the same dazed state as last night.

The man and the female ghost happened to pass by each other. The man went to the kitchen to make breakfast, while the female ghost quickly finished washing up. She couldn't see her body. After washing, she went to the kitchen and passed the man again.

The man made steamed rice and took out pickles from the refrigerator. The female ghost acted exactly like him, making rice and pickles for breakfast.

I carefully compared the jars of pickles that the two brought out. They were pickled cucumbers, bought from the supermarket, of the same brand. To confirm, I walked around the dining table twice and saw clearly the production dates on the lids of the two jars. They were exactly the same, even in the same position!

I think it's a bit ridiculous.

The man finished his meal first, washed the dishes, put away the pickles, and went to the bedroom to change clothes. When the female ghost got up after eating, I once again saw the scene of the soul leaving the body.

With a "clang" sound, a female ghost stood up, a corpse fell down, its head hit the table, and its hands naturally drooped. The blood from the wound on her lower back was flowing down the chair legs and onto the floor.

In this house, I was the only one who could see the body of the female ghost, and it seemed that I was the only one who could hear these noises.

The man changed his clothes and came out, ignoring the body lying on the table. The female ghost did not change her clothes, but went to the entrance hall with the man, changed her shoes, and was already going out.

Of course I had to follow the female ghost to the elevator, stare at the elevator door, and then look at the man.

The elevator came down from upstairs and when the door opened, there were already three people inside. They stood calmly, ignoring the corpse of the female ghost in the corner of the elevator.

I feel more and more ridiculous. Is this corpse my imagination, or is it something else? I'm not a professional like Aoba, so I can't make a judgment. I just think the scene in front of me is too ridiculous and weird.

The female ghost and her corpse were ignored.

When the female ghost got out of the elevator, she even left another corpse behind. The body was lying in the elevator room, and people in the elevator even stepped on her when they came out.

I was shocked.

The man came out stepping on the female ghost's body. I could clearly see that his feet dented the female ghost's belly. His own figure also swayed, but he didn't notice anything, and neither did the people around him. Feel.

After the female ghost and her husband left the community, they separated one on the left and the other on the right. The female ghost walked along the same path yesterday, and I saw the body lying on the ground in front of me from a distance.

An electric car drove by, ran over the body, bumped for a moment, and continued to drive away.

When the female ghost passed by there, I looked carefully and saw that there were wheel marks on the body, and there were two tracks. There were also some marks on the blood on the ground. This is not a ghost, not a spirit, this is a real entity!

What the hell is going on?

Am I really the only one who can see, and always have been the only one who can see?

No one around me was scared, but I was really scared.

I followed the female ghost through this path, turned a corner, and arrived at the bus stop. The female ghost stood at the stop sign waiting for the bus, still complaining about the pain. I had a premonition, and when the bus where the female ghost was waiting arrived, I saw a body lying down where the female ghost had just been standing.

I silently followed the female ghost onto the morning rush hour bus. It feels amazing. The bus was crowded, but I couldn't feel the passengers. I could even pass through their bodies, like a ghost.

The real ghost was squeezed into the crowd. The blood from her wound stuck to the floral shirt of a young woman behind her. The people around could not see the female ghost, but they left a gap for her. No one touched the ring that the female ghost was holding.

When the female ghost got off the bus at the station and squeezed out of the crowd, I turned around and saw a corpse left there. Her hands were still hanging on the hanging rings. Her limp body was squeezed by people and slowly slipped to the ground. There was also a trail of blood on the young woman's skirt. The young woman stepped forward naturally, stepped on the corpse's shoulders, and grabbed the vacant hanging ring. There was a corpse at her feet, which suddenly stood out from the crowd in the car, but no one noticed this abnormality. New passengers got on the bus and passengers got off. The bus was crowded. I saw several people stepping on the corpse and walking forward, leaving layers of footprints on the face.

The weird bus drove away. I followed the female ghost as she waited for the bus, changed buses, and watched her leave two more corpses behind, and finally arrived at the destination.

That one is an office building. The female ghost once again left two bodies at the elevator door and inside the elevator, and entered the office. I took note of the sign at the door. It was an English training center. The female ghost made a card swiping motion, and an access card appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The office space is not big, with a total of five rows and six rows of desks, and half of the people have already arrived.

I saw a person lying on the second row of seats with his head up and his eyes wide open. That face is so familiar. I kept watching this dream, and I saw her being trampled unconsciously before.

The female ghost arrived at that seat and sat down.

The scene on the chair became strange, as if a person's soul and body were doing different things.

The female ghost had no job, so she sat there blankly, holding her lower back, still crying out in pain.

I have never studied forensic medicine, and I don’t know if this body is the first. But whether I reasoned it logically or observed it with my naked eyes, this corpse took longer than what I had seen before. The body had green patches that were not present on the other bodies. If the autopsy identification plots in those movies and TV dramas were not nonsense, this would have been rotten to a certain extent. The strange thing is that I didn't smell any corpse stench or see any maggots or flies.

I held back my nausea and sniffed carefully, and found that instead of surroundings, there was a hospital smell. The smell of disinfectant should be pungent and abrupt, but for some reason, I didn't notice it before.

I walked around the office and determined that the source of the smell was a female ghost. She smelled like a hospital, which was probably why I didn't notice the smell from the beginning of this dream.

I perked up and thought this was a clue.

Is it possible that this female ghost died in the hospital without realizing anything, pretending that she was still alive and living her life as usual?

So, her body is either in the hospital morgue or in the crematorium. None of the corpses seen before were real.

This makes me somewhat more accepting.

But during the lunch break, the female ghost who had been sitting all day stood up, leaving behind a new corpse. The two corpses on the chair were stacked and fell down on both sides of the chair. People passing by stepped on them and trampled the rotting corpses. Spitting out rotten liquid, I feel like I still can't accept the unique phenomenon of this female ghost.

Already knowing the female ghost's working place and being able to investigate her identity, I couldn't wait to wake up, but it backfired.

I stayed in this dream for five days and five nights, and it was time to get off work on Friday.

There are only two updates today, the next one will be later. You can come and see it tomorrow.