Qingye Supernatural Office

I stood in front of the dump, recalling carefully.

Before the father and son decided to "clean up", they would never see the female ghost and those corpses, but they could touch those existences.And after the young man asked for a general cleaning, they seemed to be able to see it, and stuffed the corpse in a horrific state into the garbage bag without changing expressions.Then I contacted that they turned a blind eye to the corpse in the elevator, and there was nothing strange when they cleaned up the corpse. It seemed that they were blinded by ghosts, and they didn't know what they were doing.

This reminds me of people controlled by Xiao Tianci.Those people didn't do anything to ghosts or invisible corpses, but their behavior was the same as that of the father and son, taking it for granted.In an instant, lovers turned against each other, father and son killed each other, and they tried their best to help a stranger for no reason.This point, both are the same.

I used my brain, thought hard, and suddenly remembered the "Invitation of the Dead" incident handled by Qingye, that ghost Tang Meimei pretended to be the client Jian Xia, and when she was with Jian Xia's fiancé, Jian Xia's fiancé didn't notice.

Do all ghosts have this ability, or is there some other reason?

But even if all ghosts have the ability to create illusions and control each other's mind, there is no reason for this female ghost to let her husband and son throw herself away like garbage, right?

I looked at the few garbage bags piled up into a hill.The female ghost was in it without any movement.

At this garbage dump, sanitation garbage trucks come to take away the garbage every morning around five o'clock.

I had to wait all night, and at dawn, I followed the sanitation garbage truck to the garbage disposal station.

This was my first time riding a garbage truck, and I was still sitting on the roof, pinching my nose the whole time, in excruciating pain.Because the garbage truck here is still an old style, not sealed, and the smell wafts all the way, I still follow the truck all the way, so let alone the sourness.

When I arrived at the garbage dump, I saw the garbage truck dumping a load of garbage. With my senses, I felt the garbage bag where the female ghost was.

Garbage dumps use incineration and landfill methods to dispose of garbage, and garbage classification is not done.I'm not used to it.

Minqing City has strictly implemented the garbage classification standards this year, and the garbage treatment plants on the outskirts of the city are also very scientific and environmentally friendly, and are built like modern, fully automatic large factories.I lived in Minqing City since I was a child, and I saw this kind of garbage truck here when I was a child, but I never saw it again when I grew up.Such dumps are only seen in film and television dramas.

This situation makes me a little disappointed.

To follow Minqing City's practice, I don't know what they will find when those machines tear open the garbage bags and scan them.

Now, the trash is all pushed onto a track, roughly crushed, shredded, and sent into the incinerator, and no one knows what's in those trash bags.

I experienced the whole process of how the dump works.Fortunately, I didn't feel any pain, and the female ghost only hurt from the wound, so when I passed through those hydraulic machines, pulverizers, and incinerators, I just felt like I was watching an IMAX popular science movie.

When the broken soul of the female ghost was burned, she did not completely destroy as I expected, but restarted everything.

The scene in front of me changed, and I was in the office building where the female ghost works.

This somewhat surprised me.

Especially when I saw the female ghost wearing the original clothes of the dream, standing dumbly in front of the elevator in the office building, with a sudden wound on the back of the elevator door, I suddenly realized.

The female ghost died here!She died in front of this office building and this elevator!

This is absolutely murder!

But who killed her?

I look towards the elevator.

The metal door of the elevator reflected light, and neither my figure nor the shadow of the female ghost was reflected. It was as clean as new, and nothing was recorded.Looking around, I couldn't find the camera either.

There is no surveillance in the office building in this small city, but the female ghost must have a dead body, and she has shed so much blood, the murderer should have dealt with her.

who is it?

I thought of the two of them, and felt weird again.

What is the motivation?

How did they dispose of the body?

Exactly as I thought...

The female ghost moved, walked into the office numbly, sat numbly in her seat, and began to yell about pain endlessly.

I noticed that the piled up and scattered corpses in the office were gone, and the blood stains were also gone.It seemed that after the corpses in the female ghost's house were disposed of by the father and son along with the female ghost, the other corpses also disappeared.

This made me a little more certain about the guess in my heart.

As night fell, the female ghost stood up again, leaving the corpse on the seat, screaming for pain, and walked out of the office building, and changed to a bus.When the bright and dark path appeared in front of me, I knew that this was the beginning of the dream.The female ghost fell down on the road, leaving behind a dead body, then got up and continued on, and returned home.

The young man was gone, probably back to school, the man was lying on the bed, already fast asleep.

I sorted out some of my thoughts, and I was a little impatient with this slow dream.

Why did the dream start from that scene and go on for such a week?

The female ghost should have been in this kind of reincarnation for a longer time, and why is the female ghost's reincarnation bounded by one week?

Although my dreams are not under my control, they are targeted every time, as if a conscious expert is providing me with clues and giving me convenience so that I can solve those supernatural problems.

This time, it must be the same.

There is a reason why dreams appear as they do.

No sooner had this thought occurred to me than I saw the sunlight pass through the curtains, illuminating the room.Suddenly, it was a sunny day outside.

The person on the bed woke up, the woman stretched, yawned, and walked into the bathroom.

I was stunned.

The one who got up from the bed was not a female ghost, but a woman. She was wearing pajamas and her long hair was parted. She had just woken up and was in a bad mood, but her appearance was completely different from that of a female ghost.She is even younger than the face of the female ghost.

When the woman came out of the wash, I found that she was not younger, but had a good face, which made it obvious at a glance that she was in happiness.

At this time, I also noticed that the furnishings in the room had changed slightly.

The woman turned on the TV, which happened to be the noon news, and reported the time.

This is a year before the female ghost's dream, and two years ago in reality.

In the dream, time moves forward again.

What happened next, I realized, was why the dream showed me the ghost that week.

The phone rang, and the woman pressed the speaker while cooking noodles, and put the phone on the counter.

"Sister, where are you at home now?"

I looked at the screen of my mobile phone, and the name displayed on it was "Xiaolin".

"Well, I'm at home, I just woke up." The woman replied, taking out a non-stick pan and pouring oil.

"Where are brother-in-law and Xiaojian? Are you at home?"

The voice on the phone was a little disturbed.

"Your brother-in-law is on a business trip, and Xiaojian is staying in school this week." The woman replied, taking out the eggs.

"sister……"

"Sister!" The voice on the phone changed to a man, with an urgent and angry voice, "We saw brother-in-law and Xiaojian having dinner with a woman! Brother-in-law was still holding the woman's hand, talking to her in front of Xiaojian. Whisper it! Sis!"

Snapped!

The egg was knocked on the counter, and the shell was smashed, mixed with the egg yolk, and flowed down the edge of the counter.