Aoba Office

I don't think he has any ill intentions. Or maybe it's because Ye Qing's territory is just across the door, so he doesn't dare to show any malice.

I put down my hand and continued to squeeze through people until I reached Chen Xiaoqiu's side.

I didn't answer the thin man's question before because there were too many people here and it was hard to say that I saw a ghost. The thin man didn't ask any more questions and followed me through the crowd.

Chen Xiaoqiu would not ask me what happened just now without looking at him, and explained directly: "This old gentleman's son just passed away, and there was supposed to be a memorial service today. He suddenly asked to come over, asking for Ye Qing, and said he would Please Ye Qing give justice to his son and find out the cause of his son's death. In addition, he also apologized."

"Apologise?" I didn't understand.

The people crowded nearby could naturally hear Chen Xiaoqiu's words and looked embarrassed.

One man said: "The old man is out of his mind and talking nonsense!"

Chen Xiaoqiu ignored me and answered my question: "It must have been when Ye Qing's family passed away. He made some sarcastic remarks and thought Ye Qing was a lone star." Chen Xiaoqiu glanced at me.

I immediately thought of Yu Xinrong.

The people in the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants had quite a lot of thoughts about Ye Qing. Some, like Yu Xinrong and other old leaders of the Qingzhou Manufacturing Bureau, found him troublesome. Others felt that Ye Qing might have prevented disasters for the Six Villages of Workers and Peasants. They felt lucky and guilty. There were probably others who did not believe in evil at all. Ye Qing didn't care at all.

This old man should be the first type of person. Now that his son is dead, he thinks of Ye Qing.

I suddenly had an idea: Fortunately, he didn't think that Ye Qing was responsible for his son's death.

"Hey, Lin Qi, come quickly!" Guo Yujie spotted me and called me over.

I continued to squeeze through people and reached the old man's side.

"Uncle Yuan, when someone comes, you will know when he opens the door for you. The people in Qingye are really gone and have moved away." Guo Yujie said.

The old man and the people around him all looked at me.

An idea flashed in my mind, "Are you Mr. Yuan Zhiyi?"

A middle-aged woman next to the old man wiped her tears and said, "Are you Lin Qi who called before? I'm sorry, I think I made an appointment to talk about demolition today, but I didn't expect..." She started crying again as she spoke.

Yuan Zhiyi's hands grabbed me like iron pliers, and he got up from the ground shaking.

I quickly gave him a hand.

"Open the door quickly! I'm looking for Ye Qing! He must have a solution! He must have a solution!" Yuan Zhiyi shouted somewhat crazily.

"Grandpa, daddy is gone!" the young girl next to the middle-aged woman cried.

Yuan Zhiyi turned a deaf ear and held me tightly.

I had no choice but to take the key and go out to open the door.

Click!

The key was inserted into the door lock. I didn't use any force. I only felt a force coming from the key, causing my hand to rotate. Then, I still didn't move, but the door pulled the key and took it away from my hand.

Squeak——

The wooden door slowly opened, and in an instant, Yin Qi poured out from inside.

I suddenly realized that the sixth floor of Building 6 today was completely different from the quiet and eerie atmosphere in the past. It was really too popular.

Now, I have a familiar feeling.

The noisy voices, crying, and even the sound of breathing disappeared in an instant.

The office was as dark as ever. The scenery inside could be clearly seen from the door, but it gave people a dark and depressing feeling. It feels like an ancient building that has been dusty for a long time has been stepped on again, and you can smell the smell of time.

Yuan Zhiyi stood still at the door of the room, staring straight into the office, no longer crying, but sweating.

The ghost next to Yuan Zhiyi couldn't help but float back for a while, seeming very frightened.

I coughed dryly and said, "Well, Mr. Yuan, as you can see, there has really been no one here for a long time. The people from Qingye must have moved away."

Yuan Zhiyi nodded stiffly.

I quickly reached for the door and closed it.

Click!

"call……"

Behind me there was a sound of exhaling in unison, and everyone seemed to have experienced a shock.

"I'll take you downstairs." I had to take the initiative.

Yuan Zhiyi seemed to have been drained of his soul. In just a few minutes, he looked much older.

His daughter-in-law and granddaughter supported him, and the rest of the family went downstairs without looking back, as if there were vicious dogs chasing behind them.

I scratched my cheek, secretly admiring Ye Qing. I didn't feel anything special just now, but when I looked at the thin man, he shrank his head like a frightened bird. When he looked at Chen Xiaoqiu, his face turned a little pale.

"What happened just now?" I asked Chen Xiaoqiu in a low voice.

Chen Xiaoqiu glanced at me and said, "I feel a pressure."

"I should say it's the aura." The thin man sighed.

I only felt the yin energy. Probably because I have opened my Yin and Yang eyes.

I said nothing.

A group of people filed out, saw the big sun outside, and exhaled in unison.

Yuan Zhiyi's daughter-in-law apologized to us very politely, talked a lot, and shed tears several times.

Director Mao and Guo Yujie persuaded her that we couldn't help in this regard.

I heard from Chen Xiaoqiu that Yuan Zhiyi is also willful. Everyone burned the paper together at home, got in the chartered car, and prepared to go to the crematorium. He was determined to come to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants, so he dragged everyone over. Now that Yuan Zhiyi is no longer making trouble, there will be no more trouble.

The thin man looked sad and said, "I'm afraid it's hard to talk about demolition compensation."

"Maybe it will be easier to talk." The fat man looked at Yuan Zhiyi.

The two murmured and analyzed whether the Yuan family's situation would be easier or harder to demolish.

I glanced at the ghost next to Yuan Zhiyi. Compared to before, his figure seemed to have become much lighter, and there was a lot more worry on his face.

After sending all the Yuan family members away, Shouzi and the others found an opportunity to ask me what I had seen before. I didn’t hide it either.

"Then you might be able to help, Brother Qi." Fatty said.

"Let's see tonight." I said nonchalantly.

Yuan Zhiyi's son turned into a ghost, but he was still in such a peaceful state. He probably had a good character during his lifetime, and he didn't suffer much when he died.

I felt this way during the day, and even when I ran to another property owner in the afternoon, I didn't take it to mind.

Compared with "games", ghosts like Yuan Zhiyi's son don't seem to be dangerous. Even Jianyang, the "Corpse Snowman", is probably more troublesome than him.

When I went to bed at night, I suddenly fell into a dream, and I wasn't even nervous.

Until I heard a call.

"Manager Yuan, what about the couple's room on New Year's Day next year?"

I got goosebumps all over my body, and I couldn't help but think of a very bad situation.

My possessed target turned around, separating me from him.

That man was the son of Yuan Zhiyi that I saw. Of course, he is alive now, and he is wearing a three-piece suit or uniform, with a nameplate on his chest that reads "General Manager Yuan Kang." I raised my head and looked at the standing horse sculpture next to Yuan Kang, and I only had one thought in my mind:

The people in the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants are really cursed, and so am I.

Good night everyone~