Niu Haixi: [If you are really not at ease, you might as well post a call for contributions on Weibo, just like the last time you solicited hospital-related content, maybe there will be victims in similar situations who will come to contribute.] Judging from the requests for help I usually encounter, there should be quite a lot of such victims, but many of them are not so serious, and they don't think about the evil side. Most people encounter ghosts, and that's what happens. It is only a minority that makes the family ruined. 】

Niu Haixi's point of view coincides with Kong Dongmei's thoughts.

Perhaps, there is such a consensus in their circle, and the reality is as they say, most people feel a chill down their spine when they hit a ghost, have a nightmare, and the matter will pass.

Li Yun fell into a trance because of this.

The few supernatural events he encountered were all major events with heavy casualties, which also made him always tense his nerves when he encountered ghosts.

can think about it, Yin Shikang has been in the Third Courtyard for so long, and he has taken in so many ghosts, and there have been no tragic accidents in the Third Courtyard. Li Yun himself is also a ghost, and he has been "living" in the form of a ghost for so long, not only did he not harm people's lives, but also saved some people......

Maybe it's like Kong Dongmei and Niu Haixi said, most people hit ghosts, and that's it.

"Xiao Li, how is it?"

Uncle Li's inquiry came from behind him.

As soon as Li Yun turned around, he saw Uncle Li walking over alone. As for Aunt Li, she was nowhere to be seen.

Uncle Li said: "She made an appointment with the old aunts to play mahjong and went to the chess and card room. ”

Li Yun let out an "oh", admiring Aunt Li's social skills.

He relayed the conversation with Kong Dongmei and Niu Haixi just now to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li nodded frequently when he heard this, "It should be like this." However, our account is a little different. ”

Li Yun was excited, and the figure of the boss appeared in his mind.

"It's not bad to post a call for papers. Isn't there something to be gained from publishing a call for papers before? Uncle Li said again.

Li Yun had a pimple in his heart, and when he did this, he seemed to be led away by the boss. Although he himself was being led by the nose by the boss, it was impossible for him to sit idly by and ignore the "help message" thrown by the boss......

"Anyway, let's settle this matter first. If the family continues to make trouble like this, they won't be able to live their lives. And I don't know if there will be any hidden dangers. Uncle Li shook his head and sighed, "When we go back, we will release the call for papers." ”

"I don't have to wait to get back to the company. You can send it on your phone. Well...... The content of this call for papers ......," Li Yun pondered.

Zhuang Baoli has frequent nightmares after encountering ghosts, so it should be based on this theme. can have such a wide range of content, you can imagine how unreliable the contributions will be received from netizens...... If we want to narrow down the scope, we can't get started. Zhuang Baoli frequently dreamed of a strange man. Nightmares dream of strangers? Isn't this limited as not limited?

"Is it a 'ghost ship'? Oh, and he also dreamed of taxis. Well, haunted on transport? "Uncle Li has an idea.

Li Yun was inspired by Uncle Li and made a decision, "No, let's use the 'ghost ship' as the content." ”

"Huh?" Uncle Li was puzzled.

"Now I don't know what Zhuang Baoli provoked, whether someone harmed him, or whether he offended an old ghost by colliding with him, or whether he was mentally weakened after an ordinary ghost collision...... If it was really the boss who deliberately put his affairs in front of me, then it would not be that simple. Li Yun said, "Weibo can be used to rule out one of the possibilities. ”

Li Yun was actually a little stunned in his heart, afraid that under the intentional arrangement of his boss, as soon as he posted on Weibo, more supernatural events would be triggered.

Whether it's a "nightmare" or a "vehicle", the range is too big. It's better to zoom it out, so that even if there is any accident, he can control it within a range that he can handle.

"Meng Sinan has really seen ghosts on this ship." Li Yun said again, "Perhaps, it's still the problem of this ship, but it's hidden deeply, and we haven't found out." ”

"That's fine. Anyway, that Master Kong will send the amulet. Uncle Li agreed.

The two made a decision, and Li Yun began to edit the content of the call.

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Zero hour news: [#结缘#桃花符, seeking the right fate, must get rid of the single] The exquisite amulet made of thousand-year-old peach tree flowers has a beautiful appearance and a faint fragrance; The old mage made it by hand, and the marriage was 100% successful, and the failure was returned. The quantity is limited, and those who are destined to get it can buy it as soon as possible.

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Strange Stories: Strange Stories and Strange Stories are back in the papers!

The theme of this call for submissions is "Ghost Ships".

Mysterious seas, island-like adrift ships, trolls of the deep sea, ethereal songs...... Do you have any strange experiences about the sea, cruise ships, and water ghosts?

Welcome to contribute to @weird talk.

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Niu Haixi's mobile phone popped up in the background of Weibo's prompt message, and it was the "weird anecdotes" that he set as "special attention" to post new content.

He glanced at the text and couldn't help but pout.

It seems that Li Yun didn't believe what he said at all, and still believed that the victim was targeted by a ghost.

Where are there so many deadly ghosts!

Niu Haixi complained in his heart, and his hands kept moving, and he immediately gave a triple package of forwarding, liking, and commenting on the solicitation just sent by "Strange Talk".

When he finished sending the message, a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

Ordinary people will not encounter so many big incidents of powerful ghosts asking for their lives, but this account, that Li Yun...... There are masters behind them. Maybe people are picking on this kind of big event.

Thinking about Li Yun's character, Niu Haixi felt that it was entirely possible for him to do so. Righteous heroes can't pick up garbage and help grandma cross the road every day, right? You have to save the world to vent your sense of justice.

Niu Haixi has no such thing as a "sense of justice" at all. He stepped into this circle out of pure curiosity, because he was curious about the mysterious world.

It's a pity that this curiosity is really ordinary. Elementary school students are curious about ghost stories. How many pennies is this curiosity worth? Even if he maintained this curiosity for so many years, and did his job as his job, he failed to attract the attention of any high-ranking person.

That's fate.

Niu Haixi sighed, a little jealous of Li Yun.

His mood didn't last long. The prompt message on his mobile phone forced him to refocus on his menial work of "helping his grandmother cross the street".

[Niu, I heard that you are still out of the stall? I have a customer here, can you take it? 】

A "friend" sent an inquiry.

Niu Haixi replied skillfully: [What customer? 】

[Little things. It's just that I always have nightmares after hitting ghosts, I have a mental breakdown during the day, I have hallucinations, I went to the temple to worship, it's useless, my friend asked my friend, and it was transferred to my hands. "Friend" is concise and to the point, picking key words to make things clear.

Niu Haixi said: Look, this is called professionalism. Storytelling like Li Yun is completely a layman's way of communication.

He really wanted to transfer this chat history to Li Yun to see. He said that this kind of thing is very common. Eighty percent of his business was one of these small businesses, selling amulets and stuff like that to make a middleman's money. Before the "market" was average, he still needed to work hard to find customers everywhere and "persuade" the other party to place an order. His initial reply under "Strange Stories" was a means of expanding the source of customers. Now this part of the effort is saved, and the customer is sent to the door.

As for a big business like Wu Jingwei, it is hard to find.

As soon as he thought of this, he wanted to lament the injustice of fate again.

Complaining in his heart, Niu Haixi also professionally posted a few photos of the talisman. It's the same photo he sent to Li Yun before, but this time the photo was marked with a price tag.

[I'll give him your contact information directly.] I don't handle it. "Friend" replied.

Niu Haixi raised his eyebrows, [Are you so bold? 】

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[Okay.] Let him give you your name and add me. 】

After Niu Haixi replied to this, he received a message from someone else.

He put the matter aside and waited for the patron to add himself.

He's very busy all day. Small business to do, but it is impossible to put much effort into it. Besides, if you have to bother, you have to wait for someone to add yourself, and after exploring the value of the other party, it will depend on the situation.

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"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

Wang Yiqiu's home resounded with the unstoppable coughing of her mother, Li Jingjing.

The cough was intermittent, sometimes intense, as if it were about to cough out of the lungs, and sometimes it became mild, as if it were a simple throat clearing.

Li Jingjing coughed while cooking dinner, not taking this discomfort to heart.

There are some medicine bottles on the coffee table in the living room, and cough medicine and cough medicine are piled up messily, looking like a collection of some old sick person.

Wang Yiqiu looked at Li Jingjing worriedly, and peeked at Yin Shikang in the bedroom.

Yin Shikang touched his chin, tiptoed through Li Jingjing's medical record, and said embarrassedly: "It looks like nothing, it's just a common cold, I've taken anti-inflammatory drugs before, and now I should be a little unrecovered, and I need to take a good rest." ”

He put the medical record book away and walked out slowly, his brows furrowed, "You said your father also had a cold?" Colds are not unusual...... You don't have to worry so much. ”

Song Yingying grabbed Wang Yiqiu's arm, "Look, Uncle Kang said so." Although he is not a doctor, he has spent his whole life in the hospital and has seen more cases than the average professor. ”

This is a slight exaggeration.

Yin Shikang waved his hand modestly and corrected: "I'm still not comparable to a doctor. Then he said to Wang Yiqiu, "Your parents have done all kinds of examinations, it is a common cold, and it is fine." ”

Wang Yiqiu was still not at ease, "They have never had a cold like this before." They used to be in good health. I've been coughing for more than a month......"

"The human body is like this. When I reached my age, one day I suddenly found that my health was not as good as before. And......" Yin Shikang paused, "since you died, they haven't come out yet." Mood can also affect health. ”

What Yin Shikang didn't say was that some people have too much contact with ghosts, which can also affect their health. It doesn't matter whether the ghosts have malicious intentions or not, whether they can perceive the existence of ghosts, it's just a matter of physique and probability.

Wang Yiqiu was silent.

She looked at Li Jingjing.

"Ahem, ahem...... Ahem......" Li Jingjing coughed twice from time to time, and made a table of dinner with her hands and feet as quickly as before.

Wang Yiqiu's eyes gradually turned red, and she lowered her head and stopped looking at her mother.

Song Yingying hugged Wang Yiqiu's shoulders and persuaded softly: "This is also something that can't be helped." It also took a long time for my parents to get back to their old lives. But...... Even so, the last time I went to see them......" she said this, choking up a little.

Yin Shikang sighed.

Life and death are a fate that no one can escape, and it is also a pain that cannot be cured. Time is only a temporary oblivion for people, but there is no way to restore a wounded soul to its original state.

Yin Shikang has seen too many life and death before and after his death.

Although he seems to have become accustomed to this and is no longer sad and sad, in the dead of night, when he stays alone in the morgue of the third courtyard, he will always feel sad in his heart.

Speaking of which, if he really didn't care about these things, how could he stay in the Third Academy for decades?

Unless you are reincarnated and truly erase everything from the past, this kind of pain will only go with life and death, and will never go away.

Yin Shikang suddenly thought that even if he was reincarnated, he would not be able to completely erase all kinds of previous lives. If you do evil in your previous life and cross that line, then after reincarnation, black and white impermanence will still come to you.

"Let's go back to the Third Courtyard first." Yin Shikang said.

Song Yingying was reluctant, "Or, Xiaoqiu, you can go back with us." She deliberately raised her voice and replaced it with an excited tone, "I haven't finished watching the TV series we watched together last time." Xiao Lu is on duty today, and we can borrow her mobile phone to watch. ”

Xiao Lu is an ordinary nurse in the Third Hospital, who likes to chase dramas, and has a complete range of drama apps and members of various platforms on her mobile phone. She couldn't see the ghosts, and she didn't know that her mobile phone had been borrowed by Song Yingying to watch dramas repeatedly.

Wang Yiqiu shook his head, "I won't be going for the past few days." I, I stayed at home, I was afraid that something would happen to them. When they're well, I'll go play with you. ”

Song Yingying had some regrets, so she could only say, "Then I'll come to see you tomorrow." ”

"Well, thank you."

Yin Shikang and Song Yingying left Wang Yiqiu's house.

In the room, only Li Jingjing and Wang Yiqiu were left, a ghost mother and daughter.

The food was placed on the table and covered with a cover.

Li Jingjing sat on the sofa with her buttocks, leaning back, leaning limply on the cushions, revealing a little tiredness.

"Ahem...... cough ......" She coughed a few more times, leaned over with some difficulty and took the mints from the coffee table, opened them, and held them in her mouth.

The slightest coolness made her throat feel much more comfortable.

She leaned back on the sofa again, didn't play with her mobile phone, didn't watch TV, and her eyes drifted to Wang Yiqiu's portrait.

She didn't stare at the black-and-white statue for as long as Wang Yiqiu had just died. After just one glance, she turned her gaze to the balcony.

The sky was still bright outside, and when I looked out the window, I saw a blue sky and white clouds.

Li Jingjing's body slowly softened, leaned against the cushion, and gently closed her eyes.

Wang Yiqiu sat down beside her, and her outstretched hand stroked the broken hair on Li Jingjing's forehead and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

"Ahem......" Li Jingjing coughed again, but quickly stopped. She frowned, shifted her body, and rested with her eyes closed.

Wang Yiqiu put down her hand sadly.

She couldn't do anything......

The sky outside the window was getting darker.

While the food was still warm, the sound of coughing and keys clashing sounded outside the door.

Wang Sheng came back from work.

He saw Li Jingjing in the living room and shouted.

Li Jingjing woke up in a daze, "You're back." ”

"Well, I'll wash my hands, let's eat. Why didn't you turn on the lights? Wang Sheng turned on the lamp on the side of the dining table.

"Just slept on the couch for a while. How are you today? Still coughing? ”

"Some. What about you? ”

"Hmm. Still coughing. It's better than yesterday, though. ”

Li Jingjing got up and walked over.

The husband and wife gossip.

They sat down at the dining table, illuminated by the warm yellow light.

Wang Yiqiu was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at the two of them intently.

The sun was already setting outside the window, and the living room was gloomy.

The division of light and darkness separates the family of three.

That was a boundary that Wang Yiqiu could never cross again.