The woman was unaware of this, and was still looking worriedly at the crowd gathering in front of her.

The men were inspecting what had been moved out of the room. Boxes and plastic bags were opened, and the contents were taken out one by one. Others entered the room and scrutinized it in the small room.

The shopkeeper looked at it and said to the new sister, "Look, there are no mice." Our shop has always been very clean, and there will be no rats. Did you see anything else? Cockroaches can't be there either. Cleaning every day. There won't be any bugs here. You see something else, right? Did the napkin get blown somewhere? ”

The new sister's face was solemn, and the others were uneasy and anxious, and they didn't seem to be in a good mood. They really saw things.

I saw earlier memories of the woman.

It's still on the second floor of the restaurant. The woman drank her drink, and when she looked up at the painting on the opposite wall, she saw that the painting was full of roses, and she was being played with by a black hand.

The hand appears at the edge of the picture and disappears, but the shaking of the rose petals does not stop anytime soon.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then jumped up excitedly. She still had a straw in her mouth, and with this movement, she knocked over the drink.

Women don't see ghosts. I saw the ghost standing by the frame.

The memory flashed away, and then the others seemed to see something and were startled. These people were looking for them on the second floor. Their emotions are not quite right, they know they see something, but they are not sure what they see, and they are desperate for an answer that reassures them.

The woman soon saw things again.

She felt something touch her eyes.

It was the ghost who, after getting close to the woman, put his hand over the woman's eyes.

The woman's evasive action made the ghost retreat and fly over the table, and the others saw a black shadow passing by.

The men became excited, trying to find the shadow.

"There's really something!" Someone yelled at the boss.

The woman's eyes are completely covered. She blinked, her body stiffened, and looked at the propaganda posters unfolding in the crowd.

There are the words "one fold" written on it, those two words are the largest, and there are other discount dishes such as "five folds" and "eight folds" below, and round rabbits are drawn in the corners, which seem to be small patterns added casually. The handwriting and patterns are not pretty, but they are very conspicuous.

But in the eyes of the woman, the mottled discount poster became black and white. Black and white, the border has text, the border is also made into a photo frame, and in the middle is a black and white photo. The text on it reads "Gu Yan", and the black-and-white photo is also a cutout photo of Gu Yan.

The woman shuddered, her eyes rolling slightly.

Next to the discount poster, there is a recruitment poster for the restaurant, with black letters on a red background, writing the type and number of employees to be recruited.

Similarly, in the eyes of the woman, such a scene turned into a posthumous photo of Gu Yan, but it was not a standard posthumous photo, but a tombstone photo.

Another promotional poster of the new recipe was pressed at the bottom, and the exposed corners were in the eyes of the woman, which was a memorial picture used by fans on the Internet, but the title of Gu Yan on the memorial map was not "goddess", but "bitch".

The woman trembled even more.

Her memories take me back to a time period long ago.

These pictures are actually made by women themselves.

She had forgotten why. I just remember that in another group, talking with fans of other celebrities, they became indignant, and after the abuse and ridicule, she made these pictures.

She didn't hate Gu Yan. When others scolded, she followed the scolding, but she didn't resist Gu Yan to the extent that she usually saw Gu Yan-related news and saw Gu Yan's participating works.

She didn't remember what happened, but she had a flash of inspiration and wanted to show off her skills.

The retouching technique is not superb, she is just shaking her wit.

I can see the memories that the woman has forgotten, and I know that the group that the woman added at that time was the fan group of another female star, because of a TV series casting, there was a fierce conflict between the fans on both sides.

Of course, I didn't know about this kind of thing, and I didn't know that because this kind of thing would set off a fierce scolding war on the Internet. Fans scolded each other, those entertainment-related media accounts were even more sung by you, and we appeared on the stage, and I don't know if I received money from a certain side, and I took this matter out for several days, and my position changed, saying that Gu Yan's acting skills were amazing, and saying that Gu Yan's methods were dirty, and I could still applaud Gu Yan one minute, and the next minute I began to explode Gu Yan's black material.

In this chaos, I just felt that everyone's emotions were not normal.

They are angry, but they are also reveling.

In this carnival, the woman wanted to show off her creativity and technology, and after making a few pictures, she posted them in the group and spread them again.

The malicious intent of wanton catharsis has attracted abuse and applause.

Now, women are almost forgetting about this insignificant little dispute in their own lives.

"Alright, pack your things." The shopkeeper directs the staff.

New sister, they have nothing to say.

The boss approached them again and asked if they were leaving.

If the trouble is so unpleasant, it should be dispersed, go home separately, or find another place to talk again.

The woman saw the posters rolled up and stuffed into boxes.

She was still shaking and at a loss.

It was the man who carried the box on the live broadcast. He rubbed shoulders with his co-workers, and when he avoided them, he ran into a wall. It's just that the poster inserted in the box falls out, falls to the ground, and unfolds slightly.

The woman saw half of her face.

That half of a familiar face belongs to her!

The woman screamed, couldn't take it anymore, rushed forward, and unfolded the poster.

She had gotten rid of the ghost in a single sprint.

The unfolded poster is a discount promotion, and it is not an intangible cultural photo.

The woman sat slumped on the ground, her trembling hands unable to hold the poster.

"You, are you alright?"

Everyone next to him was shocked.

The woman shook her head, crying and laughing.

This abnormal mental state makes the boss scared.

"Are you feeling unwell? Let's go back first. The charter fee is also calculated, and the fee is calculated. Go back. ”

Looking at the appearance of the boss, it seems that he suspects that these people have mental problems.

The new sister promised to come down and let people pack their things.

The woman was still slumped on the ground, and it was a moment before someone came to help her. Her face was already full of tears.

The man who was engaged in the live broadcast didn't dare to pick up the poster from in front of her, hurriedly put the box in his hand into the room, and looked at the boss when he came out.

"You guys get your things first, let's go first." The boss said, letting his two employees go down with him. When they saw that this was not right, they were furious.

I heard them whispering as they came downstairs.

"Did you take drugs?"

"Did you see them eating when you came up before?"

"Do you want to call the police?"

Their voices were far away.

People on the second floor are still emotionally unstable.

The ghost moved to the woman's side again, reaching out to cover her eyes.

In the woman's field of vision, the decoration of the room changed and became a mourning hall.

(End of chapter)