Qingye Supernatural Office

My consciousness was in a trance, and my vision kept shaking. For a while, I was facing Tangtang's face, and for a while, floating in mid-air, I saw Tangtang and another little boy with a blurred face.

The distance between them has never been widened, you walk one step, I walk one step, there are winners and losers, and the speed of going up the stairs is far slower than when going up and down the stairs.

The rain outside became heavier, the sound of rain and thunder mixed together, and from time to time, purple lightning split through the dark clouds and illuminated the sky.It stands to reason that children of this age should be afraid, but they didn't realize it, and concentrated on their very childish competition.

There were only the voices of the two children in the whole building, and the sound of thunder and rain was shrouded outside the building.

This place seems to have become a different dimension. Apart from these two voices, there is no third voice.The corridors, doors and windows that the child passed by became the background boards, and there was no sound from those houses.

I gradually found the environment very familiar.

Entering through the building door, there is a long staircase on the right. There is a corridor in front of the staircase. The corridor is close to two kitchen windows. There are two door openings at both ends of the corridor. Two families share a big iron gate, and some have no iron gate. .The two families also have a small porch each, forming a quarter missing square with the common door opening.This design is not reasonable, but a large number of residential areas in that era adopted this unified design.

I have never lived in such a house, but I have been seeing such a house for the past six months.

Six villages of workers and peasants!

Is this the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants?

This is me, have I encountered a ghost again?

Thinking about it again, I also met Master Xuanqing today. When I saw a ghost, would Master Xuanqing know me?

With the real person Xuanqing's style, it is really possible to pretend not to know and let me figure it out by myself.

I couldn't help but look at Tangtang and that fuzzy child.It must be that child who turned into a ghost.He died at such a young age, and he still wants to play when he dies.Maybe he was playing before he died?My heart tightened.Words such as domestic violence and abuse and human traffickers flashed through my mind.Compared with people like Zhang Jiaxin, children are more likely to make me feel sympathetic, and make me want to help more.

While I was looking at the two children, I also wanted to take a look at the residents in this building.If you can't see anyone, look at the decoration of the door and entrance, maybe you can recognize something.Looking at it this way, I found that the house is too new.The walls, the screens in the kitchen, and the oil fume ducts are all clean, unlike the ones I have seen before, they are black and sticky, so be careful not to touch them when you pass by, or your clothes will be completely ruined.

"There's one more floor! I'm going up first!" Tangtang jumped up the last step from the fourth floor to the fifth floor, making a cheering gesture.

The other boy was still in the middle of the stairs, clenched his fists, "I'll catch up. I'm the one who uses Azare!"

Tangtang grinned, "Then you come!"

It was another round of rock-paper-scissors, and Tangtang still won.

"You passed, why rock-paper-scissors?" the boy asked depressingly.

"You can see it from here." Tangtang pointed to the window on the other side of the stairs.

The walls where the stairs and windows were located were not sealed tightly, and something could barely be seen through the gaps.

The boy agreed to come down.

Tang Tang ran across the aisle in a hurry.

I tried to follow, but found myself anchored around the boy, unable to make it to the fifth floor.

A small head quickly popped out of the gap in the stairs.Tangtang lay on the stairs and shouted to the bottom: "Did you see me?"

The boy leaned against the window and stretched his neck desperately, "I see!"

"Then we're rock-paper-scissors."

Looking at the strenuous posture of the two of them, I found it both funny and sad.

They engaged in a few more finger-tapping games, and Tangtang was halfway up the stairs, and the gap widened as the windows were built into the wall, allowing them to see each other more clearly.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

Tangtang wins again.

The boy hadn't moved forward for a long time, and became more and more anxious.

Tangtang grinned and retracted his head, "I'll go one step further, I'm almost there."

"No, I will win next time." The boy pouted.

I'm starting to get upset.

This scene made me panic, and I always felt a little familiar.

The boy raised his head and looked up, "Tang Tang, are you alright?"

There was no movement above.

"His little friend used to live there. I don't remember which of the four households. Ye Qing said back then that when they were playing in that building, his little friend suddenly disappeared. He disappeared on the fifth floor or Sixth floor."

What Yu Xinrong once said came to my mind.

...disappeared on the fifth or sixth floor...

I tried desperately to go up, but I still couldn't get out of the boy's half-meter range.

"Tangtang!" The boy called out, stretching his neck in doubt, and waited for a while, "Tangtang, did you go back first? Tangtang? Tangtang, I'm going to come up and have a look. Seven squares." He called several times to remember his position, and then he violated the rules of the game and went up the stairs.

Arrived at the fifth floor, walked through the aisle, and there was no one on the stairs leading to the sixth floor.

"Tangtang?" The boy called his friend's name and went up to the sixth floor.

I carefully observed the stairs on the sixth floor. The stairs were no different from ordinary stairs, and there was no abnormality at all.

The boy went up to the sixth floor, reached the end of the corridor, and tapped on the door of the first house.

These doors, walls, and windows are completely different from those I have seen before, but I seem to have seen a sign hanging on the wall, with the words "Qingye Supernatural Office" written on it.

"Tangtang!" The boy slammed on the door and shouted, but no one answered.

He lowered his head in grievance, kicked his feet, and slowly wandered in the aisle. After walking a few steps, he knocked on the door.

"Tangtang, Azalei gave it to you, and you will use Azalei in the future."

"Tangtang, you open the door, why don't you open the door?"

"Tangtang, don't you want to play with me?"

"Tang Tang, Tang Tang..."

"Ye Qing!"

A woman's cry brought me back to God.

I watched the boy with a blurred face with mixed emotions.

"Mom!" The boy called out and ran downstairs.

"Go home for dinner!" The woman over thirty stood on the stairs on the fourth floor and extended her hand to the boy.

The thunderstorm outside the building did not know when it stopped, the dark clouds cleared, and the sky was still gray.

"What's wrong? Are you and Tang Yu unhappy?" the woman asked softly.

"Suddenly he stopped playing with me," the boy complained.

"You bring your car to play with him tomorrow." The woman smiled, not taking the awkwardness between the children seriously.

The mother and son walked out of the building, and the boy looked back.

I also looked over.The stairs to the sixth floor were empty.My body seemed to be pulled there, away from the mother and child, approaching the building continuously, passing through the wall, and seeing the sign.

The door opened, and the file cabinet and the figure standing beside the file cabinet could be seen through the crack of the door.

It was a tall and straight young man. Before I could see his face clearly, I heard a cold shout: "Get out!"

In an instant, I was awake.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar bedroom ceiling.

That was Ye Qing, Ye Qing after adulthood and after death.He drove me out of the dream.

I touched the sweat on my face.

At that moment, I broke out in a cold sweat.

Touching and touching, I stretched out my hand in front of my eyes and saw the white hair on my fingertips.

It's real Xuanqing!

It was really hit by the thin man, and I was "opened up".Master Xuan Qing let me see Ye Qing's past, but Ye Qing obviously doesn't like others to spy on his past.

What does Master Xuanqing want to do?Ye Qing...

I thought of the little boy, who clenched his fists with the sound of "Tangtang", "Tangtang".

At that time, Ye Qing wasn't ostracized like Yu Xinrong said, but after Tangtang disappeared, any fool could guess what kind of discrimination he would encounter.

The boy who was lingering in the aisle, waiting for his little friend to open the door, disappeared with his little friend.When he found his companions again, those people...

I let out a heavy breath and couldn't fall asleep again that night.