The first thing I did when I woke up was to search the live broadcast room of Brother Xiong on the Internet.

The live broadcast room is closed and cannot be accessed.

The live broadcast room does exist, and Brother Xiong and his friends can also find the account.

These account nicknames can also be found on the Internet. They are players of a game guild, have posted some posts about games and used the same nickname on social networks.

However, there is no information about the live broadcast last night.

I called Wu Ling to explain the situation.

Wu Ling and the others had no idea about this before.

The time is almost over, so I have to clean up and go to work.

When we arrived at the Sixth Village of Gongnong Village, we happened to meet Song Xian and his son who came out of the Sixth Village of Gongnong Village.

Song Xian was holding two urns. Her younger son drove the car and her eldest son sat in the passenger seat. When she saw me and the thin man, she nodded and said hello. They didn't stop. The three of them seemed to have not had a good night.

I watched their car drive over and suddenly thought of something, and my head twisted, watching their car leave the community, and turned around and disappeared from my sight.

"What's wrong, Brother Qi?" the thin man asked tremblingly.

When I went to the office, I told them about what happened to Brother Xiong and others in live broadcasts. Fortunately, my dry language descriptions could not make them feel scared. Only the thin man was so scared. He quickly deleted the live broadcast software and deleted the other live broadcast software together.

At this moment, the thin man still has some sequelae and his nerves are tight.

I talked about what happened in the factory at night. The ghost of the Shen family attacked the factory. I witnessed with my own eyes that a ghost was killed by them. And in the entire factory, there were really howling ghosts. Who knows how many ghosts were killed by them?

Although Shen Xiaorong is dead and the ghosts of the Shen family are gone, it is hard to explain clearly what the factory is now.

How did Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun take Song Xian and carry the old man's ashes over with him? Who knows what will happen?

I feel uneasy.

This is different from what happened last night.

Seeing that female ghost killing people, I was completely in a state of confusion. How did that female ghost appear? Why did it become so powerful in a short period of time? Even killing a few people, I had no clue in my dreams. I did nothing, and I saw that she killed Brother Xiong without any idea of ​​rescue.

Thinking about it now, I didn’t feel any sympathy at that time, and there were only question marks in my mind.

After realizing this, I felt a little uneasy.

But my sympathy and concern for Song Xian comes from the heart. I am worried that they will encounter bad things when they pass by so rashly, and they want to stop them, but they don’t know where to start.

Song Xian had been reluctant to let go of her parents' ashes to her parents who turned into ghosts. I still supported her. Now I jumped out to stop her. Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun may not support me, and Song Xian would not be able to listen to me.

"It seems they have made a decision. They passed so early in the morning, so they probably had talked last night." said the fat man.

This is very likely.

The mother and son slept in the old house in Gongnong Village 6 last night. Although the old house had no water and electricity and had some furniture left, there should be no entertainment facilities and the TV could not be watched. At most, they would sleep for one night. It would be reasonable if they carefully discussed the issue of the ashes.

I was still a little uneasy and sent a message to Wu Ling explaining the situation.

When Director Mao saw us, he also talked about Song Xian and his son.

It turned out that Director Mao went to the neighborhood committee the morning and went to see them first.

"They have already agreed." Director Mao sighed, "What can the old lady do when she is old? Just a little thing, just coax it. Didn't that factory say that it's all closed down? No one. They scattered the ashes there, and when the wind blew, it would be gone, and it would not affect it. They would not go in. The old lady agreed. If she didn't go in, she would just do it outside the wall. This would be fine, and buying a cemetery is expensive now."

Director Mao had no idea about the haunted matter at all.

Even if Song Xian said that she saw her parents, she would regard it as an old man’s imagination, and she would also lament Song Xian’s filial piety and miserable childhood.

This matter cannot be explained clearly to Director Mao.

Wu Ling has not replied to the news yet.

I grabbed a gap, entered Building 6, and went to the Sixth Floor.

The yin energy of the firm has not changed, which makes me feel that this world is still normal.

Thinking of this seems a bit abnormal.

I opened the door and went in, called Ye Qing, but didn't hear the response, so I barely sat down on the broken sofa and asked my questions last night.

My first question was why Ye Qing killed Shen Xiaorong and how to find that long-standing ghost.

The female ghost seen in the live broadcast, as well as the big sword and Brother Xiong’s strange ghost, are my second question.

I feel that I have made some progress after experiencing the ups and downs of this year. At least, the questions I asked this time are not nonsense. The former is related to Ye Qing's big plan, while the latter is related to the changes in the world, which are very important.

But I waited for a long time and didn't wait for Ye Qing's answer.

My cell phone rang in the quiet atmosphere of the office.

Wu Ling called me.

"...The live broadcast has been found. Nangong found the person you mentioned, but there is no death record. Another thing is also very suspicious. Nangong found the traces of these people online, but there is no in reality."

"What? Are they not **?" I blurted out.

"No, they cannot find their real identity. The information they registered online and the IP address positioning on the Internet cannot be found." Wu Ling said.

"What method did you use to hide your true information? They seem to be from a game guild..."

"We didn't find that game."

I was a little confused when I heard it.

"The games they played were discussed on the Internet, some people mentioned them on social networking sites, and some people took screenshots. However, this game cannot be found on the Internet all over the world. Some of the contents mentioned by their accounts cannot be found in the real world. You said they used a live broadcast software called Dajiaolu for live broadcast. We found this software. But the software company has not found it in reality."

Wu Ling said a lot of "found" and "not found", and I felt dizzy when I heard it.

"So, the conclusion is..." I asked.

"We thought of a possibility." Wu Ling paused, "Something in the future world, may have been passed to us."

I was stunned.

"Whether the big horned deer, the game, or the identity of them may have come from that future world. They may have come to us from a more distant future time point, at a certain time point seven years later than what you see. They are not traveling over here, but the signal error makes our network contact their network. And you also dreamt of them."

I held my phone blankly and listened to Wu Ling's analysis.

"Lynch, have you seen the specific date in your dream? Did you see their phones, and it shows how many years it is?"

"No...no..." I shook my head and recalled carefully, "No. I didn't pay attention to the date, just watched the time. Arie only saw them live broadcast yesterday..."

So I naturally thought they had an accident last night.
Chapter completed!