Qingye Supernatural Office

The five of us went to Aoba Office together.I was more calm this time, so I knocked on the door politely, and opened the door with the key after saying hello.Except for the skinny man, everyone else has different expressions, but Guo Yujie, who is the liveliest, is very quiet and didn't complain about my actions. I don't know if she is still immersed in sadness and panic, or is she attracted by the weird atmosphere of Qingye Office. influences.

The door opened with a "squeak", but the office was still dark.

A group of us went in and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

The fat man cleared his throat, "Qige, what did you do before?"

"Oh, just like their client." I scratched my head in embarrassment.

If it was just me, it would be nothing to talk to the air like that, but with so many people watching, this behavior is too second-guess.In order to find out the truth of the matter, I had no choice but to sit on the buttocks of the sofa, take a deep breath, and began to tell about the death of Uncle Wang.

There was a dead silence in the office, and the four of them seemed to be holding their breath.The thin man only rolled his eyeballs and looked around vigilantly.Fatty and the three of them were not that scared, and they looked around quite normally.After waiting for a while, nothing special happened in the office.

"Go and see that door." Chen Xiaoqiu suggested.

"What door?" the fat man asked.

Chen Xiaoqiu had already walked inside, "That painting at the end of the corridor suddenly turned into a door."

I quickly followed, with my heart raised in my throat.

Both the thin man and the fat man shuddered, "Turned into a door?"

Chen Xiaoqiu nodded affirmatively.

At the end of the corridor, there are paintings hanging there.

Chen Xiaoqiu stepped forward and explored carefully, but found no mechanism.

I breathed a sigh of relief.The painting is in a normal state, but the door is in a supernatural state.Although I wanted to open that door in the past, it was not in the presence of so many people.The thing behind that door is probably more terrifying than Aunt Wang's ghost.

"What are we going to do now?" Guo Yujie asked.

"How about asking a pen fairy to try?" The thin man suggested, "To communicate with ghosts, it is to use a pen fairy."

I also had this idea.

"Which one of you has a pen and paper?" Guo Yujie asked again.

Five people, you look at me, and I look at you.These days, pens and paper have become a professional tool, who still carries these with them?

"Is it okay to use handwriting on the mobile phone?" The fat man took out his large-screen mobile phone and pulled out a stylus from the bottom of the mobile phone screen.

This sense of the times is really subtle.

We didn’t have any other tools, so we gathered around an empty table in the office with the mentality of giving it a try, held the stylus with five hands, and tapped on the screen of the mobile phone.

"Everyone in Aoba, if you are here, please give us a hint." I acted as the host.

"The pen master should draw circles and crosses." The thin man corrected me.

"Everyone in Aoba, if you are here, please circle it." I corrected it kindly.

The first time, no response, I said it twice.

"There is no circle, does that mean they are not here? Or is it that the ghost here is not from Qingye?" The fat man reasoned.

Following this line of thought, I asked again: "Pen Xian, Bi Xian, are you a member of Qingye?"

The stylus was still on the phone screen, motionless.

"I think there may be a problem with the method."

"Mobile phones don't work at all, so we have to use traditional paper and pen?"

The thin man and Guo Yujie expressed their opinions.

"The times are advancing, and so are ghosts. In ancient times, did you invite a pen fairy to use a pen and A4 paper?" The fat man reasoned and told the truth.

Chen Xiaoqiu immediately let go and stopped messing around with us.

I also let go, "Otherwise you go out, and I will stay alone and do it again?"

"When the kimono was burned, that Ma and I were there, and you too... that." The thin man said.

I guess what he meant was "ghost upper body".

We were wondering what to do when we heard a knock on the door.

There was a knock on the door in the silent supernatural office, "Knock, knock, knock", no more, no less, unhurried, just like that three times.

My hairs stood on end, and the talking thin man, fat man and Guo Yujie all shut their mouths.

The five of us stared at each other.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three more times, like knocking on the heart!

"It's the door." Chen Xiaoqiu was the first to realize.

We exhaled heavily.Someone knocks on the door, and that's a living person.

"So there are still people here." The thin man sighed easily.

I went to open the door, and others followed curiously.

The door was opened by me, the sky outside was already dark, the sun had completely set, leaving only a little afterglow.

When I saw the two people standing outside the door, I felt a chill run down my spine, and the questions I asked were all stuck in my throat.The thin man's exaggerated inhalation and Guo Yujie's soft exhalation sounded from behind me.

"Hehe, I said that I saw them entering the building just now, so they must have come here." Uncle Wang turned his head and said to Aunt Wang with a smile.Aunt Wang slightly bent her eyes at Uncle Wang, but said nothing.

My scalp is numb and I can't react at all.

"Uncle Wang? Aunt Wang?" Guo Yujie choked up and shouted.

Uncle Wang looked past me, nodded and said, "Little girl, don't cry, I've already waited for my wife, it's time to go."

These words dispelled the fear in my heart, and a faint sadness arose.

Aunt Wang's appearance at this moment is completely different from what I have seen before.Standing behind Uncle Wang with a peaceful demeanor, her hostility and hatred have dissipated.

"You work hard and be careful in everything." Uncle Wang told us carefully, as if the elders were teaching the younger generation, "Don't worry about the demolition, mobilize and convince everyone before proceeding. Here..." Uncle Wang suddenly sighed.

"Don't be afraid, come here to ask the young people from Qingye for help. They are all good people." Aunt Wang said suddenly.There was also a difference between her voice and the one I heard in my dream.

Mrs. Wang's words confirmed the conjecture in my heart.

"Are they all dead?" the fat man asked in a daze.

Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang nodded sadly.

"Don't be in a hurry to demolish. Don't be in a hurry to demolish until it's resolved. This is where we live and where we are imprisoned. We can't demolish it until we leave." Uncle Wang repeated these words several times.

I opened my mouth and could only smile wryly.

Demolition or not is not the final decision of a few of us small civil servants.We will do mass work in advance. This is a buffer period that the old leaders won, which is much longer than other demolition plans.

Aunt Wang gave Uncle Wang a pull.

Uncle Wang finally said meaningfully: "This is not a good place, you should be careful and listen to those young people."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang turned around and went downstairs. When they reached the middle of the stairs, their figures disappeared slowly, and the sky outside also completely turned into night.

"When Uncle Wang is talking about this office, or this area of ​​the Gongnong Community?" Chen Xiaoqiu asked a frightening question.

"He said before 'our shelter' and 'place where we are imprisoned', this 'we' probably not only the ghosts of him and the office, but also Aunt Wang, and... the ghosts we haven't met yet. "I analyzed.

It's creepy when you think about it.

"Hey, so to speak, there are dead people and ghosts in every place." The thin man said tremblingly.

"Let's do this for today." I patted the thin man on the back.

When we left the office, I was still the one to close the door. When I closed the door, I took a look at the filing cabinet, but this time I didn't see anything. I also closed the door myself, and there was nothing unusual about it.