Wu Ling said: "No matter whether that ghost is Lynch or not, there should be a purpose."

"If it was Lynch, this purpose would be very easy to guess." Gu Mo waved his hand, "I must want to resurrect his family, or they were his friends. Speaking of which..." Gu Mo looked at me, "You can only use the coordinates of your dreams once, right? What about the ability? Can the ability to reverse time be used twice on the same object?"

I was stunned. I haven't tried this kind of thing yet.

"Even if it doesn't work, you can still resurrect people by changing the past." Nangong Yao said.

"Then what is the reason for him to do this? Everyone becomes a ghost, immortal, and immortal?" Gu Mo asked.

I really can't participate in this topic.

Liu Miao opposed: "It is not yet certain that the mastermind behind it is Lynch."

"The possibility is very high." Gu Mo was serious, but the more he did this, the more people doubt whether he was serious.

Nangong Yao asked Liu Miao: "Have you been to that world? How about it?"

When Liu Miao was imprisoned in Yangshan District, he probably passed the entrance and exit of the different space with Ye Qing and entered that future world. Ye Qing found the way back to the present world, while Liu Miao died in it.

Liu Miao recalled, his face was not very good-looking, "It may be that there was something wrong with the place we arrived at. I didn't see anyone... there was a ruin. Just like what Lynch described, the kind of ruins destroyed by monsters. It was probably that way... I don't know how I died..." Liu Miao exhaled and rubbed his temples.

This memory should be very impressive to Liu Miao. But it may have been influenced by Yangshan District, or it was influenced by a ghost in that world. His memory of this was vague, and only one feeling was left behind, not a clear memory.

I wondered in my heart whether there was a problem with his memory. Perhaps he had also experienced some change, and his memories of the past changed.

I cannot raise this question, nor can I tell anyone.

In fact, the person who knows the best about what happened at that time was Ye Qing. But Ye Qing is not a talkative person. He doesn't mention these things at all. We have no way of knowing what happened at that time.

It’s not clear, Ye Qing can’t say it either, not that he doesn’t want to say it.

I felt more and more uncomfortable, and I was bound to my feet, as if I was locked in some kind of torture instrument. If I moved a little, I would be penetrated by a sharp blade. I could not break free, or even ask for help.

If it was me who was behind the scenes, why did you do such a thing?

"Speaking of this behavior pattern is completely different from Lynch's behavior pattern." Nangong Yao said.

Liu Miao expressed his agreement, and Wu Ling nodded.

Gu Mo gestured at his head, "Maybe his mind has become smarter after his death."

I stared at Gu Mo.

"Anyway, we can't make a conclusion yet. Let's wait and see if the other party doesn't want to have a direct conflict with us, and there is no need for us to fight with them." Wu Ling said.

"Just leave it alone?" I was a little unwilling.

The main reason is that I think of the murder of the live broadcast software, and the different attitudes of Zhao Hang and Ruan Han. Now, I seem to be witnessing a crime, but I choose to stand by and watch and don’t even want to call the police.

"Someone will take care of it. We don't have to do this kind of thing," said Wu Ling.

What she meant was to hand over this matter to people in the supernatural circle.

I feel even more depressed.

The ghosts in the future world have been integrated. Regardless of whether those ghost kings are willing or not, they have to obey the same will. However, the supernatural circles in the real world are still intrigue and do their own affairs. The most important thing is that professionals in the supernatural circle can only be restrained and do something in secret to maintain the stability of the world. No one can jump out, shout with his arms, and unify the will of people all over the world.

Nangong Yao seemed to see through my thoughts and comforted him: "They must have their own plans. If that weren't the case, there would be no need for that ghost to do these behaviors. His power can do more and more effective things."

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem to be efficient.

I accepted his idea.

Leaving from the hotel, I took a bus home.

My parents were watching TV and greeted me casually. As usual, they complained about my lack of home and found out if I had a secret conversation with my girlfriend.

I also gave a negative answer as usual.

After returning to the room, I thought of something I mentioned just now in the hotel.

I looked around, searched in the drawer, and found a notebook.

This is the notebook I left behind when I took the civil service exam. The handwriting on the first few pages was a bit complicated. The content was not clear, but it should not be the content of the civil service exam, but it might be the notes of a university course.

I held the book and used my own abilities.

The notebook changes from old to new, and the handwriting inside disappears one by one. After the notes on the first page become extremely clear, they completely disappear and become blank paper.

I stopped my ability.

In this way, once again...

I used the ability again.

The notebook suddenly split into pieces and the paper disappeared. I was empty and there was nothing left in my hand.

Twice, feasible.

This should be good news.

But……

I always feel that something is wrong.

What's the problem...

I thought hard.

I recall my use of abilities over the past year, every dream, every use of abilities...

I suddenly felt a heavy body and fell to the ground.

I felt no pain and my body fell on the bed.

I opened my eyes and saw the strange bed sheets.

My body became lighter. I flew up and looked down and saw the object I possessed.

Ruan Han...it is Ruan Han.

He... is dead?

So fast?

It's not good to think so, but I was indeed shocked.

How long has Ruan Han and I been separated? It took only a few hours. He died?

Now time...

I glanced at the room and found the calendar. To be precise, it was the monthly calendar. The month shown on it was May, without any other marks. Look at the year, it was this year.

This May...

Ruan Han turned over on the bed and moaned in pain. His back pain was passed on to me.

The fatigue made him want to sleep but couldn't fall asleep.

Ruan Han struggled to get up and decided to take a shower.

I walked around the room and found nothing.

Ruan Han lives in a one-bedroom and one-living room house, and he should be the only one in the family. There are very few daily necessities in the house, and there are no piles of debris, like a new house.

Ruan Han, who was soaking in the bathtub, relaxed his body, but his thinking became more active.

I saw a lot of design drawings. Of course I couldn't understand those drawings. I could only tell that it was the interior design of the main house, not the company, not the shopping mall.

Are you designing the live broadcast software?

Just as I was thinking about this, I saw Ruan Han’s new idea.

He buried his face in the water, and the design drawings in his mind also changed from a bedroom to a bathroom.

A narrow small bathtub, a cartoon shower curtain, an anti-slip pad, and a mirror next to the bathtub... The bathroom and the toilet should be very small, and there should be a lot of bottles such as shower gel, shampoo, etc., which are messy and crowded. Then, a ghost appeared...
Chapter completed!