I circled the hallway twice, and it was dark, and the light was getting dimmer and darker, which made it harder to explore. Tired and sweaty, I sat in a gloomy corner, clutching the kitchen knife tightly, thinking that no matter how much I walked, it would not be a problem.

The time of the illusion is not the same as the real time, and it is likely that it will be explored here for a hundred years, and it will only be one night outside. But this time is real for me, and as time goes by, I will grow old.

The stomach began to growl, gurgling, and a wave of hunger came back. I ate in the morning, probably too much physical and mental exertion, and that breakfast has been digested. Although I can bear it when I'm hungry, I am also reminding me that the consumption and damage of the body are real, and the longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable it is.

I barely stood up against the wall, this time I was ruthless, I must search carefully, I will inevitably find clues.

I walked to the iron cabinet in the hallway, cleaned up the clutter briefly, barely went in, and opened the cabinet door.

The cabinet was tilted down, and when the door opened, the contents rolled out. I squatted on the ground and looked at it, and found that most of it was paper material, the paper was yellowed, and it was densely packed with small printed prints.

I picked one up, but the light was too dim and the words were too small to be blurry and I couldn't read anything. At this moment, a strange iron bump was revealed underneath the data. When I turned it out, it turned out to be an old lampstand.

The surface of the lampstand was mottled, all of which were blue spots left over from the years, and there was a lead. That's when I saw a dropped lighter next to me. After a moment's hesitation, he picked it up, polished the lighter, and lit the lampstand.

A flame slowly ignited in the lampstand, and the darkness around it for about a meter was dispelled, but it seemed to be darker in the depths.

I sat on the ground, picked up the information and looked at it, and in the beating of the flames, I saw that this information turned out to be a letter of dismissal, and the company persuaded an employee to retire. After a general look, the employee's name is Zhao Lingling, because he did not do his job properly, causing major losses to the company, and the human resources and other departments decided to fire the employee.

At the bottom of this piece of paper is a black and white photo of Zhao Lingling, to be honest, it is very vague, the details are not clear, and in my opinion, there are even some insulting elements. If somebody makes my picture look like this, I'm going to have to make a big fuss.

Looking at this photo, a chill gradually rose in his heart, how could Zhao Lingling look so much like the evil spirit just now. The woman in this photo is full of gloom, which makes people feel unlucky when they get into the bag, and even anyone who looks at her can be unlucky for a day, and the negative energy is so great that it is almost enchanted.

My throat moved, and I held the lampstand and looked around, and the corridor was silent and empty, as if the temperature was dropping, and it was extremely cold. I flipped through other materials, some of which are internal documents of the company, and some of which are printed out of PPT, the company's main business should be pharmaceutical, and the records are all medicines, and there are some agency contracts.

If this illusion is really according to what the black cat said, it belongs to the realm of resentment of evil spirits, then all the details are related to the memory story of evil spirits, from this point of view, Zhao Lingling should be engaged in similar secretarial work in the company before his death, processing documents, sorting out text and picture information.

This is strange, such employees basically belong to the grassroots, even in the office, they are also running errands to urge that group. How can such a person cause huge losses to the company? She doesn't have access to high-level information at all.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly there was a voice from somewhere in the hallway, it was a very low voice, it was a man, and it was very demagogic.

I got up from the ground, walked cautiously over the lampstand, and walked back and forth down the hallway, finally figuring out where the sound came from. At the bottom of the wall at the end of the hallway, there was a vent with a fence hanging from it, and it was covered with dust, and the surrounding light was dim, so it was not visible at all.

I squatted on the ground, grabbed the fence, pulled it hard, took it down, and leaned in with the lampstand, and inside was a low vent, crookedly forward, and turned a corner not far away, not knowing where it leads.

I listened with bated breath as the man's voice came from the vent.

Squatting in the doorway and hesitating, I made a move to blow out the flame of the lampstand. At the same time as the fire was extinguished, the man's voice could not be heard, it turned out to be like this, and the light of the lampstand was like a switch, connected to the reaction of the other end.

I re-lit the lampstand with a lighter, and when the flames trembled and trembled, the sound came again.

I sat on the floor and pondered the reasoning. Have I been mistaking the illusion of resentment created by evil spirits? When it comes to resentment, it is bound to be associated with the words darkness, trap, and cage, but in reality, the grudge illusion itself is not a trap and a cage.

It is the natural manifestation of resentment, the memory story of the evil spirit, and to put it bluntly, the subconscious of the evil spirit. It's just a state of presentation, the purpose of appearing is not to catch a cat and a mouse, to kill anyone, it's just that, a natural environment.

What if it is an exploration of the mental world?

The connection between the lampstand and the sound just now seems to have a good explanation and makes sense. Don't add the role of "me" in this illusion, even if there is no me, the lighting of the lampstand will trigger the man's voice. In other words, in the resentment of evil spirits, the lampstand is some kind of hint and metaphor that can lead to the following story.

The layers peeled off before I could find the illusion "switch" that the black cat said.

Holding the lampstand, he got into the vent, got on all fours, and climbed deeper step by step. The crawling speed is very slow, and I have to rest for a while every other section, and the sweat on my body is dripping down. I crawled for a while, and the more I climbed forward, the more depressed I felt, my face was covered with sweat, panting, and I was really tired.

The sound was not far away, and I gritted my teeth and continued to crawl forward, finally coming out of the vent.

After coming out, there is another corridor in front of me, holding the lampstand and looking around, there is a front desk not far away, and there are messy sundries everywhere, waste paper, tattered tables and chairs, messy to the point of a mess. It's as if this company has been out of business for a long time.

I came to the front desk with a lampstand and saw that the company's signboard was still hanging on the wall, XXXX Pharmaceutical Technology Company. A few words fell off very badly, and it was a dilapidated scene.

The man's voice came from inside, and I cautiously walked over. Pushing open the door of the company, there is a huge office room, each desk has a partition, many desks are scattered with messy documents, and many computers have fallen to the ground and have long been shattered.

I continued on my way, through a hallway, to the small conference room. The small conference room was covered with a veil, and the sound came from inside.

I gently pushed the door, but it was locked, and I couldn't push it at all.

There must be something strange in it, and I searched up and down with the lampstand, and at last I found a broken spot in the hood. Lying on it and looking carefully, it was dark inside, but I could see a man and a woman.

The woman hung her head, her long black hair hung down, and she was wearing a set of professional clothes, with a white shirt with lapels inside, and the whole person looked bumpy and delicate. I knew at a glance that this woman was Zhao Lingling, and the dark energy on her body was unforgettable at first sight, full of deep negative energy.

The man next to him was very handsome, he could be in his forties, with waxed hair, wearing a suit, trousers and black leather shoes, free and handsome. He was sitting next to Zhao Lingling, guiding the work, what he said was very low and vague, I couldn't understand what it meant, but I could probably guess that he seemed to be instructing Zhao Lingling what to do in PPT.

As he spoke, he got started, and his big hand covered Zhao Lingling's small hand, taking her to move the mouse.

Zhao Lingling dodged first, and the man was even more bold, seeing that she was not resolute in resisting, he took another step forward. The two of you dodge me lightly, and this little game between men and women is very enjoyable. Zhao Lingling kept her head down, her hair blocking her face, and she couldn't see her expression and feelings, but judging from her movements, she was indeed not resolute.

I probably know what's going on, Zhao Lingling was harassed by executives in this company before his death. I think this man's taste is debatable, he is rich and powerful, and he is handsome, why should he soak Zhao Lingling? Such a woman, with a black gas of negative energy, couldn't avoid it from afar, and took the initiative to stick it up.

The two of them fiddled with it and made it real. There was a spring breeze in the small conference room, and the man was a veteran and extremely experienced. I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, I retracted my head and sighed, the voices inside were continuous, and I quickly sorted out my thoughts while I was in this moment.

Just now, an idea popped up: the realm of resentment and the realm of bardo are actually similar. The realm of bardo is the state of mind of the dead soul, and there are tests of various states of mind in it, with a total of seven levels; And the Grudge Illusion does not have seven levels, it is a world of resentment of evil spirits.

For example, the bardo realm is similar to the Internet, and the state of mind of the dead soul is a machine in the Internet. And the resentment illusion is completely separated from this bardo realm, and it becomes a network of its own, a machine in a local area network. The two situations are very different, but if you think about it carefully, there are many similarities in common.

I seemed to realize something, and just as I was about to think about it, the voice in the conference room suddenly changed.