Aoba Office

When I woke up, I realized that it was already dawn, and the night passed just by watching the ghosts come to Tao Zheng.

I don’t know if it was because I had been watching Tao Zheng for a long time. When I got up, I felt sore all over, as if something heavy had been hung on me. I subconsciously took a good look at myself with my yin and yang eyes to confirm that I was not haunted by ghosts, and then I felt relieved.

Then I thought about Tao Zheng's situation.

Since I dreamed about Tao Zheng, Tao Zheng should be dead. Although Tao Zheng in the surveillance video looked scary, miserable, and shrouded in gloom, he was still alive and well. If Tao Zheng died, it would have been after surveillance, right?

Peng Dongyuan is very anxious now. If she knew that her son was dead, she would probably collapse.

I was a little sentimental, but the emotion was not strong. At most, it was because someone I knew died, so I was touched. Tao Zheng in the dream didn't show any admirable qualities, so I didn't have the extra sympathy that Lu Manning did at that time.

Speaking of which, this is also related to the unique situation Tao Zheng encountered. Tao Zheng didn't know that there was a ghost in him at first, but when he saw Tao Hai, he seemed to be stimulated to develop his yin and yang eyes. It may also be because Tao Hai was the last one. Only when he arrived could Tao Zheng see his true situation. Tao Zheng didn't realize it at all, and when he did, he acted embarrassed, which makes it hard for me to like him.

I quickly put Tao Zheng behind me and thought of the broken bowl at the end of the dream. There are gaps in the bowl, just like the beggar's bowl seen in TV movies. Why did such a thing appear in a dream? I have never seen the true appearance of the cornucopia, but it was formerly a cornucopia, so it shouldn't look like that, right?

I can only put things aside that I can't figure out.

After going to work, I told Shouzi and the others about the matter, discussed it some more, and called Qian Lan.

It has been more than half a month since I last visited Director Zhou. It is the National Day in November and there is a holiday. I have an excuse to call Qian Lan and inquire about Director Zhou.

I thought about the phone several times before someone picked it up.

I wasn't familiar with Qian Lan's voice, but the voice on the other side was obviously old and tired, which was different from the impression I had of Qian Lan's voice. When I announced my address, I heard the people over there cheer up, and they looked a bit like Qian Lan in my impression.

I told Qian Lan the purpose of the call, but Qian Lan refused directly.

"You have good intentions. But my mother is currently hospitalized and her condition is not very good. Several of our brothers and sisters are thinking of transferring her to another hospital. You don't need to come all the way," Qian Lan said.

"What's wrong, Director Zhou?"

Qian Lan sighed, "The doctor said a lot. Anyway, it's just a disease. Now... he's in a vegetative state..." Qian Lan suddenly became energetic and asked: "By the way, I heard that the director of your demolition office knows me." Quite a few people? Do you know anyone at the hospital?"

If someone else were to ask this, I would definitely help. The old leader is always willing to help others, so he has made many good connections and accumulated deep personal connections. It shouldn’t be difficult for an experienced leader to find an expert to help.

But in Director Zhou's situation, I'm afraid it's not that there's something wrong with his body and he's turned into a vegetative state, but that his soul has run away, leaving an empty shell behind. It would be too pitiful for the Qian family to spend a lot of unjust money on this, and in the end have to have their hopes shattered repeatedly and desperately accept the reality.

I told Qian Lan tactfully: "The old leader knows a lot of people. As for the doctor, he doesn't seem to have any experience in brain science... Recently our demolition office has been having a headache because of the Six Workers and Peasants Village. The old leader has been working overtime for several days..."

Qian Lan was a little disappointed, but not resentful.

"There are some in the community... Hey, do you think my mother has lost her soul?" Qian Lan said suddenly.

I suddenly choked up.

"I'll find someone to call her soul to try. Oh, young man, don't mind my feudal superstition. Just what happened last time in the community and what my mother said before still made me panic." Qian Lan explained.

"No, I understand. This is also a solution." I comforted Qian Lan.

Qian Lan hung up the phone in a hurry. It seemed that she really wanted to find someone to call Director Zhou's soul.

I also hung up the phone and shook my head at the thin man and the others.

"Maybe calling souls is really useful." Fatty said, "If you don't call souls, then summon them. Director Zhou's soul is still in the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants, right?"

"Then Qian Lan needs to hire an expert. Maybe we can directly solve the problem of the six workers and peasants villages." The thin man curled his lips and gave up hope.

We can't control this matter, and we can't tell Qian Lan the truth. Moreover, like Fatty, I was somewhat expecting Qian Lan to find someone to call Director Zhou's soul and it would be successful. Even if the call fails, you can still tell Qian Lan the true situation of Director Zhou. He was just afraid that Qian Lan would find a liar, which would be worse than wasting money in the hospital.

With that said, we talked about Xue Jingyue.

"Isn't Xue Jingyue's grandma a goddess? Can she do it?" asked the thin man.

Of course this question is for the fat man.

"Her grandma has passed away." The fat man was confused.

"I was asking if anyone else in Xue Jingyue's family would inherit this profession. Otherwise, does her grandma know anyone in the industry?"

"I don't know about that. Probably not." The fat man hesitated.

"Go and ask." Guo Yujie coaxed.

The fat man called Xue Jingyue. His voice was completely different from usual, as if he was deliberately suppressing his voice.

We all started laughing when we heard it, but since we couldn't make any sound, Guo Yujie just covered her mouth.

The fat man was embarrassed and blushed, but his voice had not changed yet.

"...Oh, I don't know him...It's okay. I just have someone I know, and I want to ask someone to help me summon the souls of my family members. Hmm...that's it...Okay, I understand. Hmm... Nothing happens anymore. Well, bye." The fat man hung up the phone and cleared his throat when we spoke.

We didn't suppress our laughter this time, and Chen Xiaoqiu even laughed twice.

The fat man blushed even more, "Okay, do you still want to listen?"

"Listen. Just tell me." I coughed dryly and said.

No one else smiled, but the corners of their lips were raised.

"Xue Jingyue said that it's easy to summon the soul. It doesn't matter. You don't have to find someone to do it, just family members can do it directly. The soul doesn't run far and can easily come back. If it wants to run far, you have to find someone to do it. It’s a task, but it’s not difficult, anyone who knows how to do it can basically do it,” said the fat man.

"She's pretty knowledgeable, right?" the thin man asked.

The fat man shook his head, "She just watched her grandma call people's ghosts when she was a child. She can't remember the specific steps, but it's much easier than dancing with magic and exorcising ghosts."

The thin man said: "That should be much more convenient than foreign psychics. Foreign psychics are troublesome to summon spirits, and they have to recite incantations."

"Aren't the people you met before all scammers?" Guo Yujie asked doubtfully.

"The liar just recited the spell wrong, but he still had to recite it." The thin man spread his hands, "The longest one, I recited it for ten minutes, and it was so noisy that everyone's head was about to explode."

"It's impressive to be able to talk nonsense for ten minutes." The fat man said in admiration.

"That's true. I did some analysis and found that 80% of the ten minutes contained no repetitions." The thin man nodded.

I haven't heard anyone from Qingye recite incantations in the files, and even Wu Ling, who seems to be a professional in this field, has never used incantations. Ye Qing's fists were extremely powerful and seemed to be able to kill all the ghosts. What cannot be solved is because the rightful owner has not been found and the fists are nowhere to be used.

Happy New Year's Eve~Eat and drink well everyone~I'll code well~XD