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

When I came to my senses, my mother was outside asking me to have a meal.

While eating, I was a little absent-minded. I heard the news in the evening that a suicide incident was reported. The news anchor introduced the number of suicides this year and in previous years, and talked about a lot of authoritative survey data around the world. Then I moved my sight a little and looked at the data map on the TV screen.

There must be many of these huge data that are not suicide cases, but are killed by ghosts, which pretend to cause suicide.

After dinner, I browsed the social networking website and saw news about suicide rates. There happened to be an international suicide prevention education week next month, which is also a warm-up for the education week activities. Some organizations in society have also started such activities in advance.

Under such news, there are some disharmonious voices.

I know that there are cases of ghosts committing suicide in such suicide data. There are many people who know this.

After the last global adventure of truth-telling, the world deteriorated faster. The underworld disappeared and fooled around. The number of people coming into contact with such things increased rapidly.

The ghosts that were originally mentioned in small circles were originally just haunted as jokes. After that, they have been considered by many people to be a real phenomenon in reality and a fact that science cannot explain temporarily.

In this way, such remarks are actually indispensable in any topic.

Under the topic of death, this kind of remark has become more.

I followed these comments and retweets, looked at the spokesperson's social homepage, and even saw a new group.

These people worship ghosts as some kind of gods and idols.

Just like some people worship serial killers, scumbags, and worshiping murderers has become a niche trend.

This is not a pleasant topic.

I held back my disgust and saw many examples collected by this group of people. The truth-telling adventures, traitors and other things I have experienced are also listed. Some of the others look very fake, while others look like they are done by evil ghosts.

My mood became bad again, and my worries increased.

Throwing my phone aside, I recalled in my mind the experience of over the years and our unsolved troubles.

I don’t know if I count, and I’m shocked.

There are so many unsolved troubles, and some of them are simply unsolved.

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

But what about Shen Xiaorong?

We did not investigate again, nor did we encounter similar groups of ghosts again.

For example, those female ghosts who were exposed to them. They have been in contact with them for many years and are still helpless. They can only let them wander around and start recruiting soldiers.

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.

Leaving it alone does not seem to affect normal life.

However, there are always some people who have to spend their entire lives on such things.

I exhaled and rubbed my forehead.

Come on one thing at a time.

Let’s wait for news from Chen Xiaoqiu and Chen Yihan first, and solve the entrances and exits of future ghosts and alien spaces...

The phone vibrates and the ringtone rings.

The message was Chen Xiaoqiu. She brought good news.

"The market has been checked. I believe there will be a statistics soon."

Chen Xiaoqiu posted the message in the group.

"That's great!" The first reply was Guo Yujie.

"What do we need to do? Will we let Brother Qi solve the problem when we find the location?" asked the thin man.

"Xiaojie and I are more passive in our abilities. Your abilities can directly help us in our actions." Chen Xiaoqiu said.

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

Chen Xiaoqiu thought this.

The fat man can’t even draw all the blood when he donates blood. The thin man needs to use his ability and props.

"You need to have the heart to collect things in this area, and you can receive a lot of them. How much effect it can be depends on you." Chen Xiaoqiu said to the thin man.

"The pressure is so great... you'd better not have too much expectations." The thin man gave a sweaty expression.

"You're a little motivated! Do you have the ambition?" Guo Yujie gave a string of expressions.

The thin man continued to sweat, "This is not a question of whether he is ambitious or not."

"This is a matter of ambition. You can't lose in terms of momentum."

The two of them talked about the same thing.

Guo Yujie's point of view cannot be said to be wrong. If a thin man has a strong desire, his ability will definitely improve. But that kind of strong desire can never come out of thin air. The thin man does not have the personality like Guo Yujie and Chen Xiaoqiu, and this aspect cannot be changed by just talking.

After chatting for a while, the group became quiet.

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

I got off work early today, but no one said that the holiday will continue. The old leader has not contacted us, and I realized it at this time. I was a little uneasy, but if something really happened to the old leader, we should get the news.

I lay on the bed, and fell into deep sleep with the worry of the surge of the day.

Buzz buzz...buzz...

The cell phone vibrates.

A woman's loud singing followed.

Music? Calling on your phone? Alarm?

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

He stretched out his hand and patted it on the bedside table, fumbled for a while, and found his cell phone.

I still closed my eyes and pressed the screen with my memory. The alarm should be turned off and it will ring again after ten minutes.

No, the ringtone just now was not my mobile phone alarm.

Buzzing...

The phone vibrated again, and the music started to sound again.

I opened my eyes completely.

The range of vision is the ceiling. Before I could see clearly, my hands were raised and the screen of the mobile phone came to my eyes.

It's the phone.

The name of the caller ID is "Tiantian".

who?

The red nails passed through the screen and answered the phone.

"Hello……"

Husky female voice.

No, this is not me!

I immediately floated up, turned around, and saw the woman lying in the quilt.

The woman turned over and lay on her side, her long hair covering most of her face, making me unable to recognize her for a while.

"Well, I got it, I'm asleep too. It's an hour that night. OK... Ha- See you later." The woman hung up the phone and threw her phone on the quilt.

I floated to the edge of the bed and stared at the woman's face for a long time, but still didn't remember who this was.

The woman seemed not ready to get up.

I turned my gaze to the furniture in the room.

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

This thing...

While thinking, I looked at the woman's mobile phone case. The phone case was a horoscope pattern. The bracelet worn by a woman's hands was also a horoscope pattern.

I floated out and arrived at the living room. I didn't notice anything. Then I passed by the wall. When I arrived at the next room, I saw the crystal ball on the desk, the tarot piece in the bookcase, and the magic circle poster hanging on the wall.

I was shocked, returned to the woman, stared at her carefully again for a long time.
Chapter completed!