Aoba Office

This topic was skipped. Aoba's people didn't show much except for a meaningful close-up.

Yue Zurong was half leaning on the bed, silent.

Someone left the room and brought a chair in.

The camera shook, then stabilized after a while, taking Yue Zurong on the bed and the entire window into the shot.

Yue Zurong's dull expression showed some embarrassment, "You just sit there?"

"You can take pictures of the entire room here." Liu Miao replied.

"Oh." Yue Zurong looked embarrassed and continued to remain silent.

"What did Mr. Yue think of?" Wu Ling asked.

Yue Zurong stayed for a while and then said: "That's right, what you just mentioned..." He turned his head and looked at the clip holding the curtain, "I have some..."

"Did you not think of it at the moment, or do you have other ideas?" Wu Ling asked.

Yue Zurong thought quietly again, and after a while he replied: "It should be other ideas... I'm not sure... At that time, I just thought about giving it a try and seeing the wind..."

"Do you care more about the wind than the blood moon?"

"Yes." Yue Zurong looked stunned, "I just felt that the wind was evil. When I first saw the moon, I wasn't very afraid. It's very common for the sky to turn red at night, right?"

"It's not very common, but it can be explained scientifically, and it's not a supernatural event."

"I usually don't pay attention to whether the moon is round or curved. At that time, I felt that the wind was wrong. As soon as I opened my eyes and saw the moon, I was very scared. But the main thing was the wind, which made me freeze." Yue Zurong said .

"You are not trying to cover the moon, but you are trying to test the power of the wind. Is it okay for me to understand it this way?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Um."

"Does this... mean something?" Yue Zurong asked timidly.

"Human instinct is sometimes critical. If you subconsciously feel that the wind is more of a problem, then it may be that the wind is more of a problem." Wu Ling said.

These words were of no use to Yue Zurong and the current situation.

"If you feel the wind, call us immediately." Wu Ling said again.

Yue Zurong said awkwardly: "How about you come sit here alone."

He gestured and pointed to the spot beside the bed, right between him and the window.

"Today I'll take a look at your daily situation." Wu Ling declined.

Yue Zurong's expression was not very good-looking.

There was no sound in the room again.

After a few seconds, the video enters fast forward state.

Yue Zurong's expression gradually faded.

The video returns to playback state.

Yue Zurong's head moved slowly and his eyelids drooped. After a while, he tilted his head and fell asleep, snoring softly.

The video fast forwards and then stops.

Yue Zurong's snoring stopped, he frowned, his body trembled, and there was a look of fear on his face. His eyes shot open.

The screen is zoomed in.

Yue Zurong's eyes were lifeless, but seemed to be covered with a layer of red gauze, and the whites of his eyes and pupils were even a touch of red.

Yue Zurong maintained this state for more than ten minutes, his eyes rolling around in his sockets and shaking in sync with his body. He looked particularly weird and terrifying. His upper and lower rows of teeth were chattering, making a soft sound. His breathing became rapid and weak, and the breath seemed to be flowing in his mouth instead of entering his lungs.

Suddenly, Yue Zurong closed his eyes, and all the abnormal reactions in his body disappeared.

He snored again. His sleep was not peaceful, but it was not so weird anymore.

As the video fast-forwarded, the sky outside the window turned fish-belly white, and the thin curtains could not cover the sky outside. When the sun shined directly into the room, Yue Zurong's eyes showed signs of waking up.

Yue Zurong woke up, somewhat unconscious, his face was as pale as paper, and there was sweat on his forehead. He raised his hands to cover his eyes and groaned, making the bones in his body make noise. After a while, Yue Zurong sat up and turned to look at the camera. His face slowly turned black and his expression became angry.

"What are you capable of? You're actually asleep! I can't wake you up no matter how you scream! Are you professionals?" Yue Zurong accused angrily.

The people in Qingye must have stayed up all night, but they are still very energetic.

Wu Ling said: "Mr. Yue, you can take a look there."

Yue Zurong turned his head and saw the curtain that was still clamped by the clip, but turned his head back again, "What are you looking at?"

"The curtains are not open."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Aren't the curtains open?" Yue Zurong became more and more angry. He got off the bed and pointed to the place where the curtains came together, "Can't you see such a big gap?"

What he said was incredible.

In the picture, the curtains are still closed, and the clip is still there.

"Mr. Yue, what you see is the open curtain? So, where is the clip I used last night?" Wu Ling asked patiently.

Yue Zurong said angrily: "What on earth are you playing? Didn't the clip bounce off?" As he spoke, he glanced at the floor of the room.

Wu Ling walked into the picture, walked towards the curtain, reached out and took off the clip on it.

"Mr. Yue, can you see the clip in my hand?"

Yue Zurong's expression went blank, and then he became frightened, "Why...I just clearly..." He turned to look at the curtains again and glared at Wu Ling, "Did you do something? You just hid the clip in the palm of your hand Alright?"

"Mr. Yue, you can take a look at the video we took." Wu Ling disagreed.

Yue Zurong's expression was still suspicious.

The video ends here.

April 16, 2003, video file analysis. Audio file 01920030416G.wav.

"This way, I heard the wind, right before he opened his eyes, until he fell back asleep."

"What kind of news?"

"It's just like Huhu. It's very ordinary. Didn't you feel anything at the time?"

"I didn't feel anything. The boss didn't even notice."

"Then it's not a ghost or something."

"It must be a curse."

"Didn't you search it yourself? There is nothing in his room."

"He was not searched."

"Is he wearing something?"

"No, I mean I haven't seen his body yet."

"Aren't you... This is not a good thing for a little girl's family."

"What did Yue Zurong say?"

"He's still a little bit out of his mind. He needs to be quiet."

"Tsk."

On April 18, 2003, the client visited. Audio file 01920030418.wav.

"I... that day, the night you came, I also felt the wind. The curtains swayed, and there were clips and water bottles, so they were bulging like this, without floating or pulling open. Then Slowly, it got worse, and the water bottles were bumping around. I called you, but when I saw you, you were all asleep. I went to push you, and you seemed to be dead. You fell off the chair. I didn't wake up. That's when the clip popped off. The curtains flew up, and the water bottles couldn't be held back. When they fell, they hit the wall with a bang. I... I looked over, and there was a red moon outside. The full moon is super big, like this... It's like a giant's head is in front of the window, close to the window... I really saw those! Why... I also saw it these two days. I woke up in the morning and saw the curtains It was also open. I deliberately didn't open the curtains. I originally opened the curtains completely when I woke up in the morning. I deliberately didn't open them these days. When I came back from work in the evening, I saw that the clips were closed and the curtains were closed... ...Is there something wrong with my brain? The first time you asked me, you asked me if I had gone to the hospital. Do you know? And my eyes, how could my eyes be so... was it a brain tumor? What is compressing the optic nerve?”