Ruan Han appeared in a neighborhood. It was already dark, and he walked in the direction of home with his briefcase.

There was no one on the road in the community, only the sound of TV and talking coming from the residential buildings, which made Ruan Han feel some popularity.

Ruan Han was very flustered.

He turned out not to be a timid man. But in the past few days, he has been seeing ghosts wandering the streets, constantly recalling what the leather-clad man said, and he can't keep calm.

He tried searching the Internet to see if there was a solution to a similar problem.

This is probably a common problem of modern people. The first thing that comes to mind is to search the Internet.

A web search didn't help Ruan Han.

With "work partners are ghosts" as the keyword, the result of the search is not a movie.

Ruan Han's search, the only thing he gained was that he saw a lot of ghost stories. Many of these ghost stories are personal experiences of netizens – at least from the point of view of the posters and the tone of the text. A lot of content has basically zero clicks, comments, and retweets, and it doesn't look like some marketing company made up content. This made Ruan Han believe in the authenticity even more.

He himself is a person who has encountered supernatural events, and he does not doubt the existence of supernatural beings in this world.

I don't know if the leather-clad man's repeated emphasis worked. In this way, it seems that the whole world is changing, getting worse as he said.

Ruan Han was at a loss.

If you think about it rationally, the root cause of this change may not be that there are more ghosts, but that the Internet has become more developed. Just like more than a decade ago, with the exception of a few vicious cases that caused a sensation across the country, many homicide cases were only spread in a small area. Most people live in a peaceful world and don't even know that thousands of miles away, there are countries that are engaged in protracted wars.

Information is disseminated through the Internet, making it easy to obtain information, the world has become smaller, and the original few cases are no longer lonely, or at least no longer unique. This gives the illusion of being borne.

Ruan Han told himself that the keywords searched on the Internet have changed from haunted to online communication and online sharing.

It's just that that kind of worry still lingers in Ruan Han's heart.

In the dead of night, this kind of worry is more likely to come to the fore and occupy all of Ruan Han's mind.

Ruan Han quickened his pace.

He walked as he walked, as if he heard a woman's laughter.

The woman's laughter came from behind her, like a voice coming from a television set, very exaggerated, with a taste of performance.

Ruan Han paused and continued to walk forward.

The next second, he heard that laughter again.

This time the laughter came from above, as if the upstairs residents were watching TV.

Ruan Han quickened his pace a little more and gradually began to run.

The laughter came and went, following Ruan Han like a shadow, coming from all directions.

Ruan Han's breathing intensified, and fear made his heart beat faster.

He rushed to the residential building where he lived. It only took a few minutes, but it seemed like a long run for more than an hour.

Ruan Han took out the key to open the door, went upstairs in one breath, and opened the door.

Boom!

The door was closed, and the darkness was eerily quiet. Ruan Han subconsciously held his breath, only his own heartbeat in his ears. He gasped again, and there was more of his breathing in the room.

Ruan Han turned on the light.

When the room is lit up, the light always dispels fear.

Ruan Han casually put the briefcase on the chair next to him, changed his shoes, and went to the kitchen to pour water a little tiredly.

Cool water poured into his throat and into his stomach, refreshing him.

Putting down the glass, he walked back to the living room.

There is an old TV in the living room, which was left by the landlord. Attached is a mandatory cable TV fee from the landlord. The TV is also connected to a set-top box with broadband included. But none of these Ruan Han are needed.

Dust is gathering on the TV. When the wind blew, the dust was kicked up.

Ruan Han was stunned, and his body tensed suddenly.

The TV turned on automatically, and the woman's laughter came out again.

Giggle...... Hee-hee-hee-hee...... Hahaha......

The laughter overlapped, making the sound even more eerie.

Ruan Han's body was trembling, and he didn't dare to walk in front of the TV and watch the picture of the TV.

The screen of the television protrudes outward, and a hand sticks out of the television.

It was as if the hand had pierced a membrane, tearing the television apart and allowing the rest of the body to stick out.

This scene is like a scene in a horror movie.

But this scene is real, and it happened in reality.

Ruan Han closed his eyes forcefully, telling himself that it was an illusion, and when he opened his eyes, he still saw the woman. He slapped himself again and pinched his thigh, but he couldn't wake himself up from the "nightmare".

Ruan Han was a little desperate.

The female ghost's face turned around, allowing Ruan Han to see it clearly.

The emotion of fear is slightly blocked. Ruan Han recognized the woman's identity. But after the brain reacted, the fear became more intense.

This woman is Ruan Han's ex-girlfriend. To be exact, it is the object of a blind date. After only more than three months of meeting and dating, the other party got an opportunity to go abroad for training and decisively chose to go abroad. The relationship between the two was naturally broken. Because it was introduced by relatives, Ruan Han later heard that she suffered a fire abroad and died with a whimper.

The woman must have died.

Now, the woman, who must have died, appeared in Ruan Han's home, and got out of his TV.

Ruan Han remembered that the last time they went on a date, the two went to watch a third-rate horror movie. The woman coming out of the TV is one of the shots.

The woman had already landed on her feet and stood completely in Ruan Han's room.

She looked at Ruan Han, grinned, and showed a smile.

Ruan Han saw the blood on her body.

The blood didn't look like her own, but someone else......

Blood stains on the woman's skirt make up the faces.

Ruan Han's eyelids jumped, and he suddenly guessed something.

"The last ...... You're the last one. Ruan Han, Ruan Han...... Come on...... Come on...... Hurry up ~ let me ~ kill you! The woman sang as she spoke, her face suddenly became hideous, and she rushed towards Ruan Han.

Ruan Han stepped back, his back hit the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

He was in despair.

The woman's face almost touched his.

A hand suddenly appeared on top of the woman's head and grabbed the woman's entire head.

The hand took the woman and turned her a hundred and eighty degrees.

Ruan Han only saw the back of the woman's head, and then, the head was like an apple, which was pinched and exploded by a huge force, and juice splashed everywhere.

Ruan Han was sprayed with blood on his face, but those viscous liquids disappeared in an instant. The figure of the woman also disappeared. Ruan Han saw the person who appeared behind the woman.

It's the leather-clad man.

"Hey, Akan, are you okay?" The leather-clad man took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and greeted Ruan Han cordially.

(End of chapter)