Qingye Supernatural Office

"Otherwise, what should we do? Who else can we turn to to save Chen Xiaoqiu and Lu Manning?" I was helpless.

The thin man had nothing to say.

"They would have killed us a long time ago if they wanted to. Wouldn't it be okay for me to stay in the office alone that day? They also helped us with the kimono." I persuaded.

"I think, why don't we buy some incense and paper money to worship today." The fat man said, "Those horror movies and horror novels all say that people become ghosts after death. Is there anything we can't let go of? We asked Ask, what do the people looking at the green leaves want to do, if they can help, we will help, if they can't, we will offer incense, please don't hurt us."

These words are well-founded, the thin man thought about it, agreed, and I didn't object.

We didn't tell Guo Yujie and Chen Xiaoqiu about this matter, nor did we tell the old leader.We feel that the less people know about it, the better, lest more people be harmed.

In the evening we bought joss stick paper money and went to the office. The three of them knocked on the door respectfully, asked for instructions, and unlocked the door like elementary school students entering a teacher's office.

The office was still dark and cold.

The thin man and the fat man kept giving me winks, asking me if I saw anything weird.

I looked at the filing cabinet in the office, nothing unusual.

We started to burn incense.

"The bosses and masters of Qingye, we don't know what happened to you, now I will burn some paper money and a stick of incense for you, if you have anything to say to us, just tell us in your dream, we can help you Definitely help."

"Yes, yes, you guys have something to say."

"Thank you for helping us with the kimono yesterday. I thank you on behalf of the two victims."

The thin man and the fat man muttered aloud.

The thin man also said that if necessary, he can spend a lot of money to invite powerful monks to save them.

The fat man immediately bumped into the thin man, and said in a low voice, "Are you crazy? Tell the ghosts to ask someone to save them?"

Suddenly, the thin man quickly grabbed another handful of paper money and threw it into the brazier, "I'm sorry, brothers and sisters, I'm not sensible, so don't mind me."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and left the two of them thinking about it, and went to the inner room by myself.Walking through the office and the dormitory and into the long corridor, I took a photo with my phone and saw a wall and a painting at the end of the corridor.As Fatty and the others said last time, there is no door here.

The painting is long and abstract, and I couldn't understand what the thick color blocks were trying to express. After staring at it for a while, I slowly reached out and touched the frame.The picture frame is nailed to the wall and cannot be moved.I breathed a sigh of relief.It seems that I did make a mistake last time and took this painting as a door.

"Brother Qi?" The thin man lay on the door frame and looked at me, and looked around jealously.

"It's fine." I replied, "How are you doing?"

"It's all burned, and there is no movement. Is it a dream?" The thin man said seriously.

"I was dreamed by an aunt of mine before." The fat man was also very serious, "She said she missed her son, but the son was unfilial and never went to see her. I asked my cousin, he hasn't visited the grave for two years , Hearing what I said, hurry up and go."

"Then let's see if we have dreams tonight."

I don't think people from Aoba would do that.If they really want to say something to us, they always have the opportunity.I will show up this time, probably because I begged them for help that day.

That night, I slept soundly, and when I got to the office, I saw the skinny man and the fat man had black eyes, obviously they didn't sleep well.

"Did they dream?" I asked.

"No." The two shook their heads.

"Then why do you look like this?" I asked again.

"I can't sleep, I just thought if they were dreaming..." The thin man shuddered, "How do you think they died? Could it be that they died in a terrible way, and then appeared in the dream... Eh—" The thin man regurgitated Nausea.

"Let me tell you, the person in that room may not be someone from that office, right?" The fat man said in a tired voice, blinking his eyes, trying to keep himself awake.

"You mean, there are other ghosts in the house?" The thin man was terrified.

"It might be the ghost who killed Qingye." The fat man yawned.

"Hey, don't say such scary things. What did we ask them to talk about yesterday?" The thin man was terrified.

"Don't care who they are, people and ghosts have different ways anyway, we can't control this matter, just let it go." I patted the thin man on the shoulder.

Guo Yujie came in and saw the faces of the skinny and fat people, so she asked suspiciously, "Did you go to have fun yesterday?"

"Yes, very high." The thin man rolled his eyes.

"Hey, by the way, both of them are much better and will be discharged soon." Guo Yujie announced the good news.

The three of us are in mixed feelings.This is thanks to the help of others, so they should be good ghosts, right?

Two psychiatrists arrived in the morning, one named He Juan and the other named Zheng Xinxin.He Juan is a woman in her 40s, with fine lines on her face, but she is kind and speaks like a spring breeze, always just right; Zheng Xinxin is much younger, less than 30 years old, full of vigor, hit it off with Guo Yujie, and the conversation was very speculative .

Uncle Wang's daughter is Wang Hui, with a haggard look, not much better than the thin and fat ones, and she kept thanking us first when she saw us.

"I really thank you very much, the government, and the demolition office. I have been worrying about my parents for too long, and there is nothing I can do. No matter how we persuade ourselves, it is useless. My father is just so determined. I wanted to take him to see a specialist, but he didn't want to. I also consulted many people, and they all told me to meet and discuss in detail. My dad is like... oh..." Wang Hui said, tears in his eyes.

"Ms. Wang, don't worry. I'm a few years older than you, do you mind calling you Xiaohui?" He Juan said softly.

"Of course, you can call it whatever you want." Wang Hui agreed without hesitation.

"Xiaohui, we heard a little about your father's situation from Team Leader Lin here, and you need to introduce it to us in detail, introduce this matter, and then introduce your father." He Juan was methodical.

"It happened two years ago. My mother went out to buy vegetables in the morning. When she came home, she walked a small road. There was no monitoring, and she didn't know what happened to her. She just disappeared." Wang Hui burst into tears, "The police searched for a long time. My dad was normal at first, and he waited for the results from the police. Then our family also mobilized people to help him find it, but he couldn't find it. The police gave me a thorough investigation and said it was a murderer. Duojishao, it may just... and we won't be able to find it. We also know that if we haven't found it for so long, my mother may be..."

Wang Hui sniffed and wiped her tears, "My dad didn't talk at first, and his appetite was not good. I thought he was just worried about my mother. The police told me that finding someone was not a matter of a few days, especially in the first two or three days. I didn't find anyone, and the next step was even more difficult. My family is not here, and my dad persuaded me, so I went back and came back on the weekend. When I saw my dad, I almost didn't get scared to death. He was so skinny. Head, I bought something for him to eat, and he suddenly told me, don't waste money, my mother will buy vegetables later and come back to cook."