Aoba Office

I feel like things have become clearer.

The script of "The Game" isn't particularly complex every time. The amount of plot seems just right.

But seeing the power station on the hill, thinking about the initial power outage in the dungeon and several subsequent power outages, and thinking about Secretary Tang being hurriedly called to the power station, I felt that things were not that simple.

that person……

I searched my field of vision and could not find the man who called Secretary Tang to the power station.

With uneasiness and doubts, everyone searched the village together, but did not find Secretary Tang's body.

The sky was getting dark, and everyone's panic was replaced by fatigue and boredom.

"I think Secretary Tang's body won't be in the Ding family's coffin, right?" one person complained.

Some nodded, others shook their heads.

"I" became angry and opened my mouth to retort.

Anyone who carried the coffin that day can attest that the weight of the coffin was normal and it could not possibly hold two people.

Secretary Tang’s son asked: “What is that house on the mountain for?”

"That's the power station."

"You haven't looked there yet, have you?"

"It's so late, let's go look for it tomorrow." One person objected.

When I saw it, wasn't this the person who called Secretary Tang that day? His eyes flickered, and the eyeballs turned too obviously.

Secretary Tang's son was not a fool, and he immediately became suspicious.

"After one night, we don't know what's going to happen! Go now! For my father's sake, please help me find him. I'll treat you to a drink and dinner then."

As soon as he said this, many people agreed. I don't know if they nodded because of the first half of his sentence or the second half.

The man became even more panicked.

But the minority obeys the majority, and he alone cannot stop the opinions of the majority.

A large group of people came to the hill with flashlights.

The last ray of sunset disappeared. The power station is like a monster standing in the darkness, waiting to devour its prey.

The light of the flashlight was not focused, and everyone was looking around, looking for Secretary Tang's body. The light sways and intersects, making people look a little confused.

No clues were seen outside the power station. Secretary Tang's son pushed the iron door of the power station, but he didn't expect that the chain on it was only hanging, not locked.

The man who had objected before was always in my sight. After he saw the iron door being opened, his expression changed drastically, he shrank his neck and gradually backed away.

I was very anxious, but Xiao Ding didn't notice anything and just followed the crowd.

The rusty iron door creaked and was slowly pushed open. The iron chain hung on it, making a clanging sound. The two sounds overlap, giving people a weird feeling.

Secretary Tang's son paused, and his wife hugged his arm, seeming a little scared.

But the two of them walked in anyway.

The power station was not that big, only three or four times larger than a small farmhouse. It was backed by a mountain and in front was a small room that was the former office. The wooden furniture was left inside, so the body could not be hidden. The power lines next to it were erected very high, becoming a tall tower standing on the hill.

The door of the power station was not locked, and there was the same heart-breaking sound when it was pushed open. The sound still echoed inside the power station.

This power station uses hydroelectric power, which diverts water from a live spring on the mountain to generate electricity. Because of its age, the power station is very simple, like a warehouse. The ground is occupied by generator sets, and the space above is filled with water pipes.

As soon as everyone came in, their flashlights illuminated the generator set.

I had the protagonist read the interpretation of the nameplates on the generators, but I was afraid that the unreliable protagonist would miss something, so I read all the nameplates carefully again.

The lights were shining, and everyone was curious about these dusty generators.

Secretary Tang's son was sincerely looking for his father's body, but there was no place to hide the body in this room.

A group of people searched here for a while and then decided to leave.

"Xiao Tang, let's search again during the day tomorrow." The villager advised.

Secretary Tang's son had no other choice.

This scene seemed to pass just like that. My vision went dark, and there was a narration saying that I had gone home to sleep.

I heard some noises in the darkness. It seemed that Xiao Ding had another nightmare. He could hear a woman crying, followed by some strange whirring sounds.

Xiao Ding got up in a daze, listened for a while, and gradually woke up.

At this time, I gained the right to move freely.

Instead of feeling relaxed, I felt tense.

The light switch won't turn on this time.

I found a flashlight in the room and a family photo of the Ding family. The family of three looked very happy. Other than that, there is nothing else in this room.

Pushing the door open, I heard those voices again. I don’t have the hearing of Gu Mo, but the yard is so big, and the front yard is flat and unobstructed. I found the living room and Ding’s mother’s room, but didn’t find anything. I passed by the kitchen and toilet and went to the back of the bungalow. The sound Stopped abruptly.

I hesitated for a moment and then walked over slowly.

A bunch of sparks slowly extinguished.

No people or monsters were seen.

I walked over, picked up the dead branches next to me, fiddled with the pile of ashes, and pulled out the sleeve of a piece of clothing.

"Aren't these daddy's clothes?"

I looked at the suggestive text in front of me and frowned secretly.

There was nothing in the ashes except Father Ding's clothes that were not completely burned.

Who would burn Ding's clothes here?

I thought of an answer.

Throwing away the dead branches, I stood up, still able to move.

I found nothing more in the Ding family. At this moment, I saw a light drifting all the way outside the courtyard wall.

I carefully walked to the door of the courtyard and opened the door a crack.

The person walking past was not a ghost, but a person holding a flashlight. Judging from the background and clothing, he is Secretary Tang's son.

What is he going to do so late?

I thought about it for a while, turned off the flashlight, opened the door and went out, quietly following the light.

Secretary Tang's son was not going to the power station, but gently knocked on the door of a house.

He knocked every once in a while and lasted for about ten minutes. A trembling "Who" came from behind the door.

"It's me, Xiao Tang." Secretary Tang's son replied in a low voice.

The people inside seemed relieved and opened the door.

Secretary Tang’s son kept flashing the flashlight, which allowed me, who was hiding aside, to see clearly the face of the person who opened the door. It was the suspicious man who might know the secret of the power station.

"Second Uncle Zhao, can I go in and talk to you?" Secretary Tang's son said.

"Oh... come in." Second Uncle Zhao was a little reluctant, but still got out of the way.

I saw that the two people had gone in. I could still move, so I walked around the second uncle Zhao's house and found a broken back door. Uncle Zhao's family is obviously not rich. The house is in disrepair for a long time. It is easy to get in and listen to the fault.

An introduction about Uncle Zhao also appeared in my field of vision: a widower, three wives died one after another, no children, the elderly in the family also died, and all the family property was sold. He also has brothers and sisters, but because he is wife-inhibiting and poor, they don't often interact with him. He followed Secretary Tang's lead and did some errands for Secretary Tang, barely making ends meet.

Secretary Tang’s son seemed to be very familiar with this father’s younger brother, and asked straight to the point: “Where is my father’s body?”