It took me more than two hours just to flip through this person's social pages.

When I came back to my senses, it was my mother who was outside and asked me to eat.

During the meal, I was a little distracted, and when I heard the evening news report of a suicide incident, the news anchor about the number of suicides this year and previous years, and a lot of authoritative survey data from around the world, I moved my eyes slightly and looked at the data graph on the TV screen.

Many of this huge data must not be suicides, but were killed by ghosts and faked as suicides.

After dinner, I scrolled through social networking sites and saw the news about the suicide rate. Next month there is an international suicide prevention education week, and these news can be regarded as a warm-up for the education week. There are also some organizations in society that have started such activities in advance.

Underneath such news, there are some discordant voices.

I know of such suicide data as a case of ghost falsifying suicide. There are not a few people who also know this.

After the last global Truth or Dare hazard, the rate of deterioration of the world has accelerated. The underworld disappears, and the ghosts return to the world. The number of people exposed to such things has increased rapidly.

Originally, ghosts and ghosts that were only mentioned in a small circle were originally just haunted and ghosts that were regarded as jokes, but after that, many people have considered them to be a real phenomenon in reality, a fact that science cannot explain for the time being.

As a result, such statements are indispensable in any topic.

In the context of death-related topics, this kind of talk becomes even more numerous.

I followed these comments and retweets, looked at the spokesperson's social media page, and saw a new group of people.

These people worship ghosts as some kind of god, some kind of idol.

Just as some people will worship serial killers and scumbag war criminals, worshipping murderous ghosts has also become a niche trend.

This is not a pleasant topic.

I looked at it with disgust, but I saw many examples of what this group of people had gathered. The things I have experienced such as truth or dare, being a little expert in death, etc., are also impressively listed. Others, some of them look very fake, and some of them look like they are the work of evil spirits.

My mood was bad again, and my worries increased.

Throwing my phone aside, I reminisced in my mind about the experience of more than a year and our unresolved troubles.

I don't know if I don't count, but I'm shocked when I count it.

We have so many unresolved problems that we simply can't solve.

For example, after the disappearance of the underworld, a large number of ghosts returned to the human world. We saw the group of ghosts led by Shen Xiaorong. became a fisherman for a while, watched the ghosts of the Shen family and those ghosts kill each other, and solved Shen Xiaorong.

But what about Shen Xiaorong?

We didn't investigate again, and we didn't encounter similar groups of ghosts again.

Another example is those female ghosts who have been stripped of their faces. Since Aoba's people came into contact with them, how many years have it been now, and they are still helpless, so they can only let them wander around, and they have begun to recruit troops.

There is no way.

Even if there are no ghosts in this world, there are many problems that cannot be solved. There are such troubles in any field.

If you leave it alone, it doesn't seem to affect your normal life.

However, there are always people who have to spend their whole lives on this kind of thing.

I exhaled and rubbed the corners of my forehead.

One thing at a time.

Wait for the news from Chen Xiaoqiu and Chen Yihan first, and solve the entrances and exits of ghosts and different spaces in the future......

The phone vibrates and rings.

It was Chen Xiaoqiu who sent the message. She brought good news.

"It's already underway. I believe that there will be a statistic soon. ”

Chen Xiaoqiu posted this message in the group.

"Great!" The first to reply was Guo Yujie.

"What are we going to do? When you find out the location, let Brother Qi solve it? The thin man asked.

"Xiaojie's and I abilities are relatively passive, and your abilities can directly help the action." Chen Xiaoqiu said.

The blood of the fat man and the consciousness of the thin man can create very powerful auxiliary props.

That's what Chen Xiaoqiu thought.

The fat man's blood donation can't drain the blood. And the ability of the thin man to use, you need props.

"You have to be mindful to collect this kind of stuff, and you can receive a lot. It's up to you how much it can help. Chen Xiaoqiu said to the thin man.

"It's so stressful...... You'd better not expect too much. The thin man made a sweaty expression.

"A little motivated, you! Is there any ambition! Guo Yujie sent a string of expressions.

The thin man continued to sweat, "It's not a matter of ambition or not. ”

"That's the matter of ambition. You can't lose in momentum. ”

The two of them talked about each other.

Guo Yujie's view cannot be said to be wrong. If the thin man can have a strong will, his ability will definitely improve. But that kind of strong will doesn't come out of nowhere. The thin man does not have the personality of Guo Yujie and Chen Xiaoqiu, and this aspect cannot be changed by moving his mouth.

After a while, the group became quiet.

I looked at the time and decided to go to bed.

Today is an early departure, but no one said that they will continue to have a holiday tomorrow. The old leader never contacted us, and I only realized it at this time. It's a little uneasy, but if something really happens to the old leader, we should also get the news.

I lay in bed and fell into a deep sleep with the fear of the day's skyrocketing.

Buzz Buzz...... Buzzing......

The phone vibrates.

A woman's high-pitched singing voice followed.

Music? Incoming calls? Alarm?

I was a little confused and wanted to touch my phone.

The outstretched hand slapped on the bedside table, fumbled for a while, and found the phone.

I still pressed the screen with my eyes closed and from memory. Then the alarm should be turned off, and it will ring again in ten minutes.

No, that ringtone just now is not my phone alarm.

Buzz Buzz......

The phone vibrated again, and the music started again.

I opened my eyes completely.

The field of vision was the ceiling, and before I could see it, my hand was raised, and the screen of my phone was in front of me.

It's a phone.

The name of the caller ID is "Every Day".

Who?

A red fingernail swiped across the screen and the phone was connected.

"Hey ......"

Husky female voice.

No, it's not me!

I immediately floated up, and when I turned around, I saw the woman lying under the covers.

The woman rolled over and lay on her side, her long hair covering most of her face, so that I didn't recognize each other for a while.

"Well, yes, I'm asleep too. An hour that night. Good...... Ha - I'll see you later. The woman hung up the phone and threw the phone on the quilt.

I floated to the edge of the bed and stared at the woman's face for a long time, still not remembering who it was.

The woman didn't seem ready to get out of bed.

I turned my gaze to the furniture in my room.

There is a small lamp on the bedside table, which looks simple and sophisticated. The furniture in the room is basically in this style. What caught my attention was the starry sky projection lamp on the bedside table on the other side.

This thing......

I pondered as I looked at the woman's phone case. The phone case has a constellation pattern on it. The bracelet worn by the woman is also a constellation pattern.

I floated out to the living room, but I didn't notice anything, and then I passed through the wall, and when I got to the next room, I saw the crystal ball on the desk, the tarot tablets in the bookcase, and the magic circle poster hanging on the wall.

With a shock in my heart, I returned to the woman and stared at her carefully again for a long time.

Gradually, the woman's face corresponded to the slightly green face in my memory.

(End of chapter)