Experiments on Project Fighting Spirits are underway in the Secret Research Institute of the Soul Recording Bureau.

"Is this the case again......" Cheng Shangyuan pushed his heavy glasses, put the white enamel cup in his hand on the table, and looked at the cylindrical containers in front of him and fell into deep thought. This intellectual, who is in his forties, was a little alarmed by the unexplained events that had occurred that his wealth of knowledge could not explain. His face lost its original calm and calm countenance, and the cuffs of his short-sleeved shirt shook uncontrollably.

"All electropositive particles are anomalous...... What is it...... Staggered time and space? Dreamland? Or something else? Cheng Shangyuan kept muttering, he began to doubt the various theories he had learned, his mind was confused, so he had to stand in the laboratory, staring blankly at the cylindrical glass containers.

There were about a hundred or so cylindrical containers as far as the eye could see, and each container was numbered underneath and placed neatly in rows in this laboratory. Each container was about a man tall and a bosom thick, and inside the glass cover was a ball-sized cloud of gray-black smoke swirling in the center.

The vessels were surrounded by a stone platform on which a gray-black spar about a meter square but not completely regular, which slowly rotated without any external force, and from time to time flashed a few lightning-like red shimmers.

A little boy about fifteen years old, wearing a navy blue sweatshirt with a label reading "No. 19" on it, stood in front of the container number 6, holding the glass cover in his hand, looking at the smoke ball inside the container, with a hint of anticipation in his surprised eyes.

Cheng Shangyuan took a long breath, slowly walked towards the little boy No. 19, half-squatted, and asked gently, "Why are you always so interested in No. 6?" ”

The little boy heard Cheng Shangyuan's question, he tilted his head in the direction of Cheng Shangyuan, glanced at Cheng Shangyuan, but did not make a sound, then twisted his head back and continued to stare at the smoke ball in No. 6.

"After living together for so many years, you still don't trust me?" Cheng Shangyuan said to himself, "Why are you so defensive about me?" Obviously I get along well with Xiaowen......"

"Director Cheng," Cheng Shangyuan's assistant Ye Qiang stood there and finally spoke, "Then what should I do next?" ”

Cheng Shangyuan straightened up, turned to look at Ye Qiang, and said, "Then stop the experiment first and turn off all the equipment here." I'm going to go back to Yandu right away, go to the school to find some information, and write a report on the spars. ”

"Stop?" Ye Qiang was an anxious person, and when he heard Cheng Shangyuan say that he wanted to stop the experiment, he couldn't help but speak a little faster, "Director, so many years have passed, and this kind of thing is not one or two cases, why do you suddenly remember to give up the research on spars and fighting spirits now?" ”

"Don't you think it's weird?" Cheng Shangyuan said, "The slogan at the entrance of the Spirit Record Bureau was there when we started the Soul Fighting Project, obviously someone already knew about the supernatural ability of the Soul Fight, didn't they?" ”

"This ......" Ye Qiang wanted to speak and stopped, quietly listening to Cheng Shangyuan continue.

"Moreover, I have been feeling very strange lately," Cheng Shangyuan's eyes wandered, he still did not believe that the series of strange events he had witnessed and studied over the years were real, "I feel that the spar seems to be becoming more and more active." ”

"Active? You mean, this unknown gray-black spar is changing? Qiu Daochong, who was beside Ye Qiang, frowned and opened his mouth. Qiu Daochong is also Cheng Shangyuan's assistant, unlike Ye Qiang, he always speaks and acts very calmly, and what is strange is that his throat is always covered with a palm-sized gauze.

"Yes," Cheng Shangyuan replied, "and I always feel ...... It felt like we were in a dream......"

"In a dream?" Ye Qiang was even more puzzled, and couldn't help interrupting Cheng Shangyuan's words, "Director, we have been working together for more than ten years, are we all in a dream for more than ten years?" ”

"Ye Qiang, don't interject," Qiu Daochong stopped, "Listen to the director's words." ”

In fact, Cheng Shangyuan didn't know what to say next, he looked around, looked at the glass containers, looked at the gray-black spars, and glanced at the water glasses, notepads, pencils and a stack of documents about the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty on the table, and finally fixed his eyes on the table clock, which showed the time of about half past four in the afternoon. Cheng Shangyuan turned to look at the slanting sun outside the window, and suddenly his expression became extremely solemn, he looked at Ye Qiang, and then at Qiu Daochong, his voice trembled a little, "I remembered, I finally remembered......"

Ye Qiang and Qiu Daochong looked at each other, not knowing why.

"What do you remember?" Qiu Daochong asked softly.

"Not real, not real!" Cheng Shangyuan did not answer Qiu Daochong's question, but talked to himself.

Ye Qiang looked at Qiu Daochong in surprise, and then asked Cheng Shangyuan, "What is not real?" What are you talking about? ”

"Time stands still......" Cheng Shangyuan did not answer, but continued to talk to himself.

"Time stands still?" Ye Qiang and Qiu Daochong were even more puzzled, they didn't ask anymore, they just looked at Cheng Shangyuan blankly.

"We're going back, we're going back!" Cheng Shangyuan's eyes were full of fear, and he involuntarily slowly raised his head and looked at the slogan at the door of the laboratory:

- "We will return to the world in the name of fighting spirits, and abandon all the fetters of our previous lives, just to maintain the balance of all things!" ”——

Twenty years later, in the autumn evening, in the experimental building of the Southwest Joint Development Institute of the Linglu Bureau in Shancheng, Liu Yuping looked at the front of the glass wall with such a sentence written in a daze, and whispered this sentence in her mouth.

It was her first day on the job, and before she got off work, her colleagues repeatedly reminded her not to leave in a hurry and to prepare a welcome ceremony for her that she would never forget. But it's been almost an hour since I got off work, and the colleagues I had made an appointment seemed to have forgotten about it, and they all left when they weren't paying attention.

Liu Yuping slipped into the hall and stood in front of a mirror, looking at herself inside. Today is a big day for the 22-year-old, and her first day of employment marks her first step from campus to society.

Liu Yuping has a handsome face, coupled with a smile that she often maintains, she can always give people a kind and sunny feeling, which has also earned her a lot of popularity. From the casual clothes of her student days to the office uniform in front of her, Liu Yuping is a little unaccustomed, but in her heart, all difficulties can be overcome, and everything that is not used to it can be slowly adapted.

Suddenly, a strange noise came from the other end of the hallway, and the sound sounded like someone was lamenting through the hallway. This can't help but make Liu Yuping a little nervous, because her colleague told her a ghost story, saying that this experimental building was originally a theater building, and there was an inexplicable fire in the early years, and a theater troupe was unfortunately killed here.

But you have to go through that corridor to get to the auditorium, where maybe your colleagues are waiting for you. Liu Yuping thought so in her heart, so she pretended to have the courage to walk to the other end of the corridor.

On both sides of the corridor are glass windows, which are full of props of various operas, as well as some watercolor paintings depicting the content of operas. One of the most exquisite watercolor comic strips tells the story of the burning of Bowangpo, with fine painting and elegant colors, so that Liu Yuping couldn't help but stand there and watch for a while.

Further on, we finally came to an auditorium-like place, which was pitch black, except for the floor lamps. On the stage in front of the auditorium were three rectangular chests, which in the dim light looked like three coffins, making the young girl in her early 20s a little panicked.

"People won't forget about me...... "Liu Yuping muttered quietly and walked towards the three boxes. Two of the three boxes were empty, and the innermost one had no lid on it, only a thick cloth covering its contents. Liu Yuping didn't know where she got the courage, she actually reached out and touched it through the thick cloth, she touched a human figure, cold and stiff, is it a puppet? She lifted the thick cloth again and looked at it, and screamed in fright, what kind of doll was there, it was clearly a dried corpse. The corpse also had a label on its wrist that read "Xiahou Xuan".

What is it? What does "Xiahou Harvest" mean? Liu Yuping's mind was empty for a while, she retracted her hand tremblingly, trying to calm herself down, and the sound of footsteps behind her also made her involuntarily hide under the table next to the stage, covering herself with the curtain next to her.

There were a total of four people who came in with the sound of footsteps, and Liu Yuping lifted the curtain to reveal a gap and looked outside.

I saw a man in a black suit walking in front, handsome and chic, speaking in a mountain city accent, "Yay? Didn't you tell the new assistant to come to the auditorium at night, but he hasn't arrived yet? ”

The man in the suit was followed by a man in a plain white shirt, who had been walking in the dark and couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only see him wearing a pair of rimless glasses, wearing a light blue coat, and shaking a feather fan in his hand, without speaking.

The two of them were followed by a man and a woman, both dressed in white robes with the word "experimental" in black on them. The two of them stared blankly, did not speak, but followed the two people in front of them, and then stood there quietly.

Although Liu Yuping joined the company, she has not yet recognized all of them, but she can probably remember that the two people in white robes are her colleagues in the same office. This can't help but make Liu Yuping a little surprised, why are the lively and enthusiastic colleagues during the day so silent now.

And just when Liu Yuping was thinking about this, the man in the black suit had a burst of blood-red light in his eyes, he reached out and grabbed the neck of the white-robed man, and with a force, he instantly turned it into a dried corpse and threw it into one of the two empty boxes, and then turned the white-robed woman into a dry corpse and threw it into the third box. The "black suit" then took out his mobile phone from his arms and dialed the phone, "I'm Zhao Yun, I've done everything I need to do, I'll ship it tomorrow, wait to receive it." ”

What did he do? Why did he do it? Liu Yuping instantly felt that her heart was about to jump out, her throat was hot and her stomach was nauseous. Zhao Yun, feather fan, "Xiahou Harvest", is this the character in "Bowangpo" running out? Is it a ghost asking for your life? Even if it's not a ghost, it's a murder case! Liu Yuping sat there paralyzed, listening to the two footsteps outside the curtain gradually moving away, she trembled and took out her mobile phone, ready to call the police, this was the only thing she could think of.

"Surprised?" Suddenly, a magnetic voice appeared behind Liu Yuping, so frightened that she dropped her phone. When Liu Yuping turned around, what she saw was the man in a black suit who claimed to be Zhao Yun. She was frightened, she didn't know that the person in front of her had obviously gone away, why did he suddenly come to her again, could he really be a ghost?

Zhao Yun smiled proudly, put his hands in his pockets, leaned over, and looked at Liu Yuping, who was sitting on the ground, "I think, when Xiahoudun receives the goods, it should be your current expression." ”

This time, Liu Yuping didn't hold back and screamed......

The story of "Spirit Record Bureau" begins here......