"Otherwise, what should we do? Who else can we find to save Chen Xiaoqiu and Lu Manning?" I was helpless.
The thin man had nothing to say.
"If they wanted to harm us, they would have done it long ago. Isn't it okay for me to stay alone in the office that day? They even helped us get kimonos," I advised.
"I think, why don't we buy some incense and paper money to worship today." Fatty said, "Aren't those horror movies and horror novels all about people turning into ghosts after death? Is there anything they can't let go of? Let's ask Ask, what do the people watching Qingye want to do, if we can help, we will help, if not, we will just offer incense and ask them not to hurt us."
This was reasonable and well-founded. The thin man thought about it and agreed, and I didn’t object.
We didn't tell Guo Yujie and Chen Xiaoqiu about this, nor did we tell the old leaders. We feel that the less people know about it, the better, so as not to harm more people.
In the evening we bought some money for joss sticks and paper and went to the office. The three of us were like elementary school students entering a teacher's office. We knocked on the door respectfully, asked for permission, and then unlocked the door and went in.
The office was still dark and cold.
The thin guy and the fat guy kept giving me looks, asking me if I saw anything weird.
I looked at the filing cabinet in my office and saw nothing unusual.
We started burning incense.
"Several bosses and experts in Qingye, we don't know what happened to you. Now I will burn some paper money and a stick of incense for you. If you have anything to say to us, tell us in your dream. We can help. It will definitely help.”
"Yes, yes, you can speak up if you have anything to say."
"Thank you for helping us deal with the kimono yesterday. I thank you on behalf of the two victims."
The thin man and the fat man muttered something to each other.
The thin man also said that if there was a need, he could spend a lot of money to hire a powerful monk to save them.
The fat man immediately bumped into the thin man and said in a low voice, "Are you crazy? Are you telling ghosts to ask someone to save them?"
The thin man suddenly understood, and quickly grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the brazier, "I'm sorry, brothers and sisters, I'm not sensible, so don't mind."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I left the two of them talking there and then went to the room inside. After passing through the office and dormitory and entering the long corridor, I took a photo with my mobile phone and saw a wall and a painting at the end of the corridor. As Fatty and the others said last time, there is no door here.
The painting was long and abstract. I couldn't understand what the thick color blocks meant. I stared at it for a while and then slowly reached out and touched the frame. The picture frame is nailed to the wall and cannot be moved. I breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that I made a mistake last time and mistook this painting for a door.
"Brother Qi?" The thin man was lying on the door frame and looking at me, looking around jealously.
"It's okay." I replied, "How are you doing?"
"It's all burned, and there's no movement. Are you asking for a dream?" the thin man said seriously.
"I have been dreamed about by an aunt before." The fat man was also very serious. "She said she missed her son, but he was unfilial and refused to visit her. I asked my cousin, he hasn't visited her grave in two years. , he hurried away after hearing what I said."
"Then let's see if we have any dreams tonight."
I don’t think people in Aoba would do that. If they really want to say something to us, they always have a chance. The reason why I showed up this time is probably because I asked them for help that day.
That night, I slept soundly. When I got to the office at dawn, I saw the thin man and the fat man with black eyes. They obviously didn't sleep well.
"Did they dream about it?" I asked.
"No." The two shook their heads.
"Then why do you look like this?" I asked again.
"I can't sleep, so I just thought that if they were living in a dream..." The thin man shuddered, "How do you think they died? Could it be that they died tragically, and then appeared in their dreams... Eh-" The thin man felt nauseated.
"Let me tell you, actually the people in that room may not be from that firm, right?" The fat man said in a tired voice, blinking his eyes, trying to keep himself awake.
"You mean, there are other ghosts in the house?" The thin man was horrified.
"Maybe it's the ghost who killed Qingye." The fat man yawned.
"Hey, don't say such scary things. We asked them to tell them what they had to say yesterday." The thin man was very scared.
"Don't care who they are. People and ghosts have different paths anyway. We can't control this matter, so just let it go." I patted the thin man on the shoulder.
Guo Yujie came in and saw the faces of the thin man and the fat man, and asked curiously: "Did you go high yesterday?"
"Yeah, it's very exciting." The thin man rolled his eyes.
"Hey, by the way, they are both getting better and will be discharged from the hospital soon." Guo Yujie announced the good news.
The three of us had mixed emotions. This is thanks to others' help, so they should be good ghosts, right
Two psychiatrists arrived in the morning, one named He Juan and the other named Zheng Xinxin. He Juan is a woman in her forties, with fine lines on her face, but she is kind and speaks like a spring breeze, always just right; Zheng Xinxin is much younger, less than thirty years old, full of vitality, and she and Guo Yujie hit it off immediately, and they had a good conversation. Very speculative.
Uncle Wang's daughter is called Wang Hui. She looks haggard and is no better than the thin and fat people. When she saw us, she thanked us profusely.
"Thank you so much, thank you to the government, and thank you to the demolition office. I have been worried about my parents for too long, and there is nothing I can do. No matter how hard we try, it is useless. My dad is so stubborn. I want to take him to see a specialist, but he is unwilling. I have also consulted many people, and they all said that we need to meet in person to discuss it in detail. My dad was like that... Sigh..." Wang Hui said with tears in her eyes.
"Ms. Wang, don't worry. I'm a few years older than you. Do you mind if I call you Xiaohui?" He Juan said softly.
"Of course, you can call me whatever you want." Wang Hui agreed.
"Xiaohui, we heard a little bit about your father's situation from Team Leader Lin here. We need you to introduce it to us in detail, introduce this matter, and then introduce your father as a person." He Juan was methodical.
"It happened two years ago. My mother went out to buy groceries in the morning and walked down a small road when she came home. There was no surveillance and we didn't know what happened to her, so she disappeared." Wang Hui shed tears. "The police searched for a long time. My dad was normal at first and just waited for the results from the police. Then our family also mobilized people to help search, but they never found it. The police gave me a thorough explanation and said it was a murderer. If it's a good thing, it might just... not be found. We also know that if we haven't found it for so long, my mother is probably... "
Wang Hui sniffed and wiped her tears, "My dad stopped talking at first and his appetite was not good. I thought he was just worried about my mom. The police told me that it would not take a few days to find someone, especially the first two or three days. If I didn’t find anyone, the next step would be even harder. My family is not here, and my dad persuaded me, so I went back. I came over again on the weekend. When I saw my dad, I was almost scared to death. He was so skinny and skinny. "Boss, I bought something for him to eat, and he suddenly told me, don't waste money, my mother will buy food and cook later."