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◎Red Clothes+Live Broadcast+Follow-up◎

Jiang Chuxu's eyes immediately focused on the screen.

【Jiang Chuxu】：Yes, you know?

[Xu Zhaojin]: Two years ago, I handled a murder case involving a ghost. The ghost's power was extremely violent, and it didn't seem to be naturally formed. It had traces of residual magic on it.

[Xu Zhaojin]: When I was tracking them, I saw a few people in black suits in an abandoned factory. They had this mark on their cuffs. They were very alert. I don't know how they erased the traces and evacuated. Then there was no more clues.

[Jiang Chuxu]: What kind of magic?

[Xu Zhaojin]: Not sure. It’s a very weird thing, completely different from our approach. They seem to specialize in how to torment ghosts.

[Lin Hezhao]: There is such an organization? It doesn't sound good.

Liu Lanzhen: Sister Xu, why didn't you report it at the time?

Xu Zhaojin: The traces were completely wiped out, leaving no evidence. How can I write a report based solely on my intuition and the lingering scent? Saying I think someone's illegally transforming a ghost? I kept an eye on it later, but never encountered it again. Did you encounter it there?

[Jiang Chuxu]: Well, a ghost that they failed to transform and escaped.

[Xu Zhaojin]: Be careful, their methods are very evil, and the evil spirit was finally shattered.

[Dispatcher-Lao Wu]: K organization has recorded it and will send someone to investigate.

Jiang Chuxu looked at the words "soul-destroying" on the screen with a dark look in his eyes.

At this moment, a friend request message suddenly popped up. It was sent by Xu Zhaojin, and Jiang Chuxu agreed decisively.

However, the two of them didn't say anything after adding each other as friends. The dialog box only had a greeting automatically sent in response to the friend request.

Jiang Chuxu put away her phone and looked back at the female ghost in red who was still being suppressed by Xiao Hei's power and unable to move.

Silently, he stared at Jiang Chuxu muttering to himself in the air, then saw her looking down at her cell phone, and was completely stunned.

He mustered up his courage and asked in a trembling voice, "Comrade Police Officer, is the ghost still there? Who are you talking to?"

Jiang Chuxu did not answer immediately and remained silent. She looked at the female ghost in red. The ghost was not only confused but also a little aggrieved, as if she had been bullied by Xiao Hei.

"Why did you scare him?" Jiang Chuxu asked the female ghost directly. His voice was not loud, but it was loud enough to be heard in the quiet living room.

Silent shuddered, his back pressed tightly against the chair, his eyes wide open, staring at the air in front of Jiang Chuxu.

The female ghost in red tried hard to express herself, and a faint mental wave came through, with a bit of urgency and stammering.

After receiving this information, Jiang Chuxu had a strange expression on his face.

"She said..." Jiang Chuxu turned silent, his tone flat, "She is your reader and likes your novel very much."

Silence: "Huh?"

"Especially the one about the Pen Fairy, she was very devoted to following it."

Jiang Chuxu continued, "At the end of one of your chapters, the author wrote something like, 'I really want to get real feedback from readers. The more real the better, even screams of shock are fine.'"

He recalled silently and blankly, and it seemed that he had really written such a sentence. At that time, the comment section was full of "Ahhh, so scary". He added such a sentence in the heat of the moment. It was purely the author's talk.

"She took it seriously." Jiang Chuxu looked at Silent with a look that said, "See, you brought this upon yourself."

"She felt that this was the author's wish and an invitation for interaction. Furthermore, as a ghost, she was best at creating a realistic horror experience, so she clocked in at 10 a.m. every day to try her best to scare you and give you the most authentic feedback."

The living room was dead silent, with only the dim light of the silent computer screen shining, reflecting his completely petrified face.

He opened his mouth and a short, breathless sound came out of his throat, like a chicken with its neck strangled.

At this moment, he felt it was extremely absurd. He was being chased by ghosts for updates when he wrote a horror novel, and because of a word from the author, he got the VIP P-level immersive update-urging service?

Silence is going to be renamed Silence.

It took him several seconds to find his voice, which was as dry as sandpaper. "So she's not trying to harm me? She's just trying to give me feedback?"

Jiang Chuxu nodded: "She thinks this is interactive, and the effect is quite good. You have been full of inspiration recently, haven't you?"

The silent expression broke, the inspiration was overflowing, and the life was almost scared out of me!

He hadn't had a full night's sleep for a week. To exaggerate, his dark circles were almost reaching the corners of his mouth. He felt dizzy when walking during the day and was suspicious of everything he saw.

If he continues to "interact" like this, he can even write himself into the book as a new character, and the title will be "The Sudden Death of an Online Writer".

He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the biting chill in the air, and mustered up the courage to force out a smile uglier than crying in the direction of Jiang Chuxu's gaze, which was roughly where the red-clothed female ghost was.

"Um, this reader friend?" Silent's voice was still a little shaky, but he tried to be gentle.

“Thank you so much for your love and support, seriously! Your feedback is so genuine and the results are outstanding!”

He swallowed and felt the cold sweat starting to break out on his back again.

"But, you see, I'm just an ordinary human. Even though I write horror novels, I'm not very courageous. I might not be able to handle this level of interaction. Look at my face, it looks almost like a ghost. If I continue like this, I might not be able to continue writing stories properly."

He paused, observing Jiang Chuxu's expression, and said cautiously, "So, can we discuss this? Let's try a different way of interacting in the future? For example, leaving a message in the comment section? Or if you can't leave a message, just read it silently? I promise that I will remember every bit of your support! Really!"

After saying this, Silent immediately held his breath, his heart pounding, and he felt like he was negotiating with something dangerous.

No, he was negotiating with a dangerous existence!

When the female ghost heard this, the yin energy in her body fluctuated, and the feeling of confusion and grievance became stronger, mixed with a little helplessness.

She seemed to not understand why she had made the author unhappy when she had worked hard according to his requirements.

Xiao Hei flicked the tip of his tail and relaxed his control a little.

The female ghost in red felt that she could move a little. She floated closer to Silence carefully and extremely slowly, as if trying to express something.

Jiang Chuxu translated at the right moment: "She asked if she could still read the updates. She really liked the story and wanted to know what happened to the Pen Fairy later."

Silent almost burst into tears when he heard this. We can communicate! There is hope!

"Yes, of course, you can watch it anytime!" He nodded hurriedly, like a chick pecking at rice.

"Warm welcome! Just relax and read. I promise to write well and absolutely no rip-offs! Just don't use physical methods to push for updates anymore, okay?"

The cold aura of the red-clothed ghost girl seemed to subside a little. She spoke softly, a little embarrassed in her tone: "...Okay."

The suffocating chill that had been shrouding the living room quickly receded like the tide, the temperature began to rise, and the air was no longer so stagnant that it made people breathless.

Silent let out a long sigh, and collapsed on the chair as if his bones had been pulled out. The back of his clothes was soaked with cold sweat.

Survived the disaster.

It turns out he can speak. Jiang Chuxu touched his chin as if thinking.

She suddenly looked up at the red-dressed female ghost and said, "Follow me."

The female ghost in red turned to Jiang Chuxu, a hint of doubt showing through the gaps in her long hair.

Jiang Chuxu pointed out directly: "Didn't you escape from that K organization? They used you for experiments, and when they failed, they got rid of you. You were lucky to escape, but it's not safe outside. At least if you follow me, no one can capture you and slice you up for research, and..."

She paused and continued, "I also want to find out what that organization is up to."

She finally got a clear clue, she couldn't let it go.

The female ghost in red was silent for a few seconds, and those vague and sharp fragments of memory came to her mind. The fear made her instinctively want to escape, but there was a strange aura on Jiang Chuxu that made her feel very safe.

And the black cat, although scary, didn't seem to be able to hurt her.

She conveyed a faint but clear thought: "...Okay."

Jiang Chuxu nodded, and she turned to Silent, who was slumped in the chair, and said, "It's solved. She won't come to scare you again."

Silently, he struggled to sit up straight, his face showing a complex expression of fatigue and relief. He spoke with difficulty, "Thank you, thank you so much! Is she really gone?"

Jiang Chuxu said: "Come with me, you can focus on writing in peace from now on."

"Okay, okay! Thank you, comrade!" Silent hurriedly thanked him repeatedly, then suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly added, "If she wants to follow the update, she's welcome anytime! Just don't show up!"

He expressed his full support for the invisible reading mode, but forgot about showing up.

Jiang Chuxu said nothing more and left 1702 with Xiao Hei and a group of yin energy that ordinary people could not see.

As soon as the door was closed, Silent immediately rushed to the balcony and opened all the windows as wide as possible, letting the slightly warm evening breeze of early summer blow in to dispel the last trace of chill.

He leaned against the window and could vaguely see Jiang Chuxu's back as he walked away downstairs. He looked down at his still shaking hands and muttered to himself, "This material is amazing."

He thought that the protagonist of his next book could be an unlucky author who was constantly urged to write new books by his readers.

After all, you can experience it in person.

On the other side, Jiang Chuxu walked downstairs and hailed a taxi, and sent a task feedback to Ding Yucheng.

【Jiang Chuxu】：Completed

[Ding Yucheng]: Thank you for your efforts. We are already investigating the K organization you mentioned in the mission and will feedback to you as soon as we have the results.

Jiang Chuxu did not reply to the message because she put away her phone after sending it.

It was already half past eleven when we got home. As soon as we got home, Xiao Hei jumped lightly onto the sofa and curled up in a comfortable position.

The female ghost in red floated quietly in the corner of the living room. Her presence was very low, but the cold aura still lowered the room temperature by a few degrees.

Jiang Chuxu poured himself a glass of water and sat on the sofa. Only then did she have the energy to ask in detail: "Tell me about your experience with the K organization. Tell me as much as you can remember."

The figure of the female ghost in red shook, as if she was trying hard to recall something.

Intermittent, chaotic and fragmented images and feelings were transmitted to Jiang Chuxu through the spiritual connection.

My memory is of a cold white room with smooth, reflective walls, and the air was always filled with the smell of disinfectant and rust.

Many "things" like her were locked in transparent compartments, some were very quiet, while others were screaming and roaring constantly, full of pain and mania.

People in white coats and black suits walked around, and the cuffs of their white coats also had that small "K" mark.

They used various instruments to test the ghosts in the compartment and recorded the data. Sometimes they would take a ghost away and never see that ghost come back.

She herself had been taken away many times, and those hands in rubber gloves operated on her. She could not feel the physical pain, but a sense of fear and weakness as if her soul was being torn apart.

They seemed to be trying to add something to her, or change something.

It was all piercing noise and blinding light, and every time she felt like she was going to completely dissolve.

"A failed product, its Yin energy is unstable, take it out and dispose of it." There was only a vague fragment of dialogue.

For the last time, she felt herself being dragged into a larger room, surrounded by a lot of complex instruments humming.

The huge panic made her burst out with the last bit of strength to break free from the restraints. She was not sure, or maybe those people were negligent. She tried her best to escape through the wall, running away aimlessly.

Until one day, she sensed a breath that attracted her, terrifying, but also very vivid.

She followed the scent to Silent's apartment and discovered that he was writing horror stories, and then she saw the sentence "Want real feedback."

Then, she started punching in for work at 10 o'clock every night.

The information Jiang Chuxu saw from the red-clothed female ghost was very fragmentary. The location, time, and specific person's appearance were all vague. The only clear mark was "K".

"What do they want you to do when they transform you?" Jiang Chuxu asked.

The female ghost in red conveyed a strong sense of confusion and bewilderment. She didn't know any of this.

All she knew was pain and fear. They seemed to want to make her stronger or more obedient, but they failed.

Jiang Chuxu fell into deep thought. Judging from the ghost girl's memory fragments, this K organization was quite large, and its actions were secretive and cruel.

They use ghosts for experiments with unclear purposes, and they dispose of failed products directly with brutal methods.

An abandoned factory, and now there's a suspected laboratory... There are still too few clues.

She picked up her phone and clicked on the chat box with Xu Zhaojin.

[Jiang Chuxu]: Laboratory environment, strong disinfectant mixed with the smell of rust, transparent compartments to imprison ghosts, K marks on the cuffs of white coats and black suits, do you have an impression?

Xu Zhaojin: Disinfectant? Rust? That's a strange combination. The last time I encountered it, it was in an abandoned factory, and there was only the smell of engine oil and dust. Are you sure?

[Jiang Chuxu]: Certainly, it’s in the victim’s memory.

[Xu Zhaojin]: I've noted it down. I'll ask someone to find out about it. Just be careful.

Jiang Chuxu: Yes

Of course, she also sent these words to Ding Yucheng. If the country has a direction, the investigation should be faster.

That's all the clues go for now.

Jiang Chuxu put down his phone and looked at the quiet female ghost in red in the corner: "You will stay here from now on. You are not allowed to scare people without my permission, you are not allowed to run around, you are not allowed to affect electrical appliances, and you can stay here by yourself when you have nothing to do."

She couldn't think of anything else to do to pass the time.

The female ghost in red conveyed a thought of "understanding", and her figure shrank into the corner again, trying to reduce her presence.

For her, having a safe place to stay, without being hunted or experimented on, is already heaven.

Jiang Chuxu got up and went to the kitchen to cook chicken breast for Xiao Hei again. Xiao Hei immediately jumped off the sofa when he smelled the scent and followed her closely, his eyes fixed on the pot.

While cooking cat food, Jiang Chuxu also made a bowl of noodles for himself, and the man and the cat ate their midnight snack quietly.

Xiao Hei was eating the strips of chicken breast with contentment, while Jiang Chuxu was slurping his instant noodles, still thinking about the K organization.

This organization is like a hidden poisonous snake, and you never know when it will bite you.

If a failed product like the Red-Clothed Female Ghost can scare people in reality, then what will their successful products be like and what do they want to do?

We have to find a way to dig out more things. Relying solely on passively accepting tasks and relying on luck during live broadcasts is too slow.

It was already very late, and Jiang Chuxu didn't worry about it anymore. She ate instant noodles, took a rest, and then lay down on the bed to sleep.

…

The next morning, Jiang Chuxu woke up and saw the female ghost in red squatting at the bedroom door. He was about to speak when he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask her name yesterday.

"May I have your name?"

The red-clothed ghost's eyes were confused. She shook her head and finally spoke again, still a long sentence: "I don't know, I don't have any memory of it before."

Jiang Chuxu also remembered that what he saw yesterday seemed to be basically scenes of the red-clothed female ghost being transformed by the K organization.

There was very little information about the red-clothed female ghost during her lifetime, and the images were all very quick, so she didn't capture any useful information at all.

"Okay, then you can call Hongyi first, and I'll find someone to see if they can find your identity information."

Jiang Chuxu thought of Lu Changan. The police should be able to find out his personal information. It is very likely that there is a case behind the man in red.

Jiang Chuxu took out a pen and paper and drew Hongyi's face. Hongyi was well behaved the whole time and didn't move at all.

After she finished the painting, she sent it to Lu Changan.

[Jiang Chuxu]: Can you find this person's information?

[Jiang Chuxu]: It could be another case of intentional homicide, or a serial murder.

【Lu Changan】: ...I'll try

While Lu Changan was trying to find the information about Hongyi, Jiang Chuxu was not idle either. After washing up, she prepared for the live broadcast.

Yesterday's task only gave me 10 merit points, and I still owe 30. It really makes me feel uneasy.

Jiang Chuxu started the live broadcast as usual. It was still early, so there were not many viewers coming in. Xiao Hei lay beside him as usual, and Hong Yi consciously floated to the blind spot of the camera.

Good morning, host!

[It’s so early, luckily I set up a vibration reminder to start the broadcast]

[Same, it woke me up immediately]

"It's Zhuzi Qingqing's turn today. Are you there?"

Jiang Chuxu waited for two minutes, but Zhu Zi Qingqing seemed not to be there. Just when she wanted to call the next person, Zhu Zi Qingqing suddenly sent a message in the barrage.

So Jiang Chuxu directly connected her.

The screen was connected, and a girl in her early twenties appeared in the camera.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her face was pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She exuded a strong sense of fatigue and sadness. The background looked like a small park.

"Hello, host," He Zhu's voice was nasal, and his eyes turned red as soon as he opened his mouth.

"My name is He Zhu. I might have encountered a ghost, but that ghost must be my best friend."

She sniffed, trying to control her emotions: "My best friend's name is Du Yinan. She passed away last month. The doctor said she died suddenly from working overtime."

At this point, her voice choked up a bit: "She's a workaholic and often stays up late. We all tried to persuade her, but she always said she was on a tight deadline, and the result was..."

He Zhu couldn't continue speaking and raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

She spoke slowly, and the audience in the live broadcast room also knew the reason why she connected.

A few days ago, it was Du Yinan’s birthday. He Zhu bought a cake and celebrated it for Du Yinan in their favorite park. They even lit candles for the sake of ceremony.

But just as she said Happy Birthday, the candle suddenly went out. There was no wind at the time, and He Zhu was startled.

He Zhu tried several times, but each time it was lit it went out again. After repeating this several times, He Zhu wondered if Du Yinan was still there.

"Host, did you say the one blowing out the candles was Nannan? Did she want to tell me something? Did she die with unease?"

He Zhu's eyes were filled with anticipation. She shook the camera left and right and said, "I'm in that park right now, host. Is Nan Nan with me?"

Jiang Chuxu nodded and said, "She is next to you."

He Zhu's tears welled up again in an instant: "Nannan, what do you want to tell me? You didn't die suddenly, right? Did someone harm you?"

Ever since the candle went out inexplicably, He Zhu felt that there must be something fishy about Du Yinan's death, but she couldn't call the police without any evidence, so she could only investigate secretly on her own.

"Let me show you guys."

After Jiang Chuxu finished speaking, he turned on the plug-in, and He Zhu immediately saw Du Yinan standing next to her.

He Zhu's tears flowed even harder: "Nannan, it really is you!"

Du Yinan looked at his friend with a sad expression but also wanted to laugh: "Zhuzi, why are you still so timid?"

Her voice was a little vague, but He Zhu still heard it clearly.

"I'm excited, do you understand what I mean by excited?" He Zhu wiped his face, feeling anxious and angry.

"Tell me quickly, what's going on? Is it that Zhang Peng?"

"Yes, that scumbag!" Du Yinan's face instantly turned cold, with a sinister aura. "What do you mean by sudden death from overtime work? Bullshit! He forced me to drink!"

She floated closer and accused He Zhu, facing the camera.

"That day, he insisted on dragging me to a bar to celebrate the end of a project. I wasn't feeling well to begin with, so I said I didn't want to drink. He then started to blackmail me, saying I was 'disrespectful' and 'looking down on his brothers.' He even accused me of being pretentious! A few of his friends also joined in the fun."

Du Yinan was so angry that his figure trembled. "I couldn't resist. I was forced to drink countless glasses of mixed liquor. In the end, I couldn't stand up. My stomach felt like it was on fire. Those beasts were still laughing! I don't know anything after that."

He Zhu's fists stiffened and his teeth chattered as he heard this: "You bastard! And then?!"

"Then?" Du Yinan sneered, and the laugh was chilling.

"Then I died suddenly in the hospital. He was afraid the truth would be revealed, and taking advantage of the fact that I was an orphan with no relatives to investigate further, he immediately hired someone to forge a report claiming sudden cardiac death due to overwork. He signed the report and pushed me into the crematorium that same day. I burned so quickly that there was no evidence left."

The scum of scum

[What's wrong with orphans? Should orphans be bullied like this?!]

[Falsifying the report and cremating the body is a form of destruction of evidence]

[Anchor, call the police and arrest him! ]

[I'm so angry, my fists are hard]

The live broadcast room was instantly flooded with angry comments.

At this moment, a person with the ID "Pengcheng Wanli" suddenly frantically applied for a live broadcast, and the screen was filled with vicious barrages.

[He Zhu, you are slandering me]

[It’s none of my business if Du Yinan drank himself to death]

[Anchor, if you keep playing tricks, I'll sue you for defamation.]

[If you have the guts, let that damned bastard come find me. Do you think I’m afraid of her?]

Jiang Chuxu didn't even raise his eyebrows and directly clicked to agree to the microphone connection.

Zhang Peng's greasy face immediately appeared on the split screen, with a nicely decorated living room as the background.

He was obviously furious, his face flushed and his neck thick, spitting at the camera: "He Zhu! You fucking..."

He just yelled half a sentence.

"Oh."

A sneer filled with strong sarcasm exploded directly from his own microphone, and the voice was obviously Du Yinan's.

Du Yinan, who was behind He Zhu just now, appeared where Zhang Peng was in an instant.

Zhang Peng's arrogant expression froze on his face in an instant, and the blood color faded away completely.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the empty sofa behind him, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, his voice cracked: "Who?! Who's laughing?!"

"Zhang Peng," Du Yinan's sinister voice sounded again, with a hint of an echo effect, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

“Ahhhhhh!”

Zhang Peng let out a scream more shrill than that of a slaughtered pig. He jumped up from the chair as if he was equipped with a spring, waving his hands and jumping around in circles frantically, as if trying to avoid an invisible attack.

At the same time, he yelled incoherently: "Get away, don't come over here, it's not me, you drank it yourself! Don't choke me! Help, there's a ghost!"

He was terrified, his face was covered with snot and tears, his carefully groomed hair was a mess like a bird's nest, the expensive leather chair was knocked over by him, and the coffee cup on the table fell to the ground and shattered.

It looked like a monkey with its butt scalded by boiling water, performing a ritual of exorcism.

【Laughing to death, scumbag turns into monkey show】

【Du Jie V5! 】

【Physical slag removal is the most deadly】

[Host: I'll just watch you perform quietly.jpg]

The tone of the barrage instantly changed from anger to a sea of joy.

The audience who were filled with indignation just now started to post "Hahaha" and "What a reward!"

Zhang Peng was still screaming, "Don't come over here! I was wrong, Nan Nan, I was wrong! I shouldn't have forced you to drink! I shouldn't have forged the report!"

He was running around the living room like a spinning top out of control, and finally his left foot tripped over his right foot and he fell hard with a "thump", landing on his face.

At this moment, the live broadcast screen on his side suddenly went black, and it showed [This live broadcast room is suspected of violating regulations and has been closed].

He could hear someone knocking on the door before the screen went black.

Immediately afterwards, a golden official announcement floated across Jiang Chuxu’s live broadcast room.

[Internet Police Notice]: User "Pengcheng Wanli" is suspected of serious criminal offenses and has been detained by police according to law. Regarding the death of Du Mounan, police have fully launched an investigation and will promptly release progress. Netizens are advised not to believe or spread rumors.

[The Internet police are very efficient]

[Go in and step on the sewing machine, scumbag]

【Sister Du can rest assured】

He Zhu looked at the announcement and laughed and cried: "Nannan, did you see that? That beast has been caught!"

She had never expected it to happen so quickly. She thought that even if she knew the truth, she would need to find evidence herself.

I didn’t expect that the police could arrest Zhang Peng directly. Maybe it was because it happened in the live broadcast room of this anchor.

Du Yinan's figure was obviously much more relaxed, and most of the resentment had dissipated. She gave He Zhu a relieved smile: "Well, I see, Zhuzi, thank you, you should take care of yourself in the future."

She turned to Jiang Chuxu's camera and bowed solemnly: "Thank you, host."

After she finished speaking, her figure gradually became transparent and finally disappeared into the air.

Du Yinan also wanted to talk to He Zhu again, but she knew that it would not be good for He Zhu, and reminding He Zhu had consumed too much of her energy, and she could hardly hold on any longer.

"Nannan," He Zhu whispered to the air, "Happy birthday. I hope we can still be friends in the next life."

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was filled with a sense of relief and joy after sadness. Jiang Chuxu didn't say much and simply ended the connection.

Zhang Peng's ending will definitely not be good. He committed intentional injury resulting in death and destroyed or forged evidence.

In most cases, if you plead guilty and actively compensate, your sentence may be reduced, but Du Yinan has no family, so Zhang Peng cannot compensate even if he wants to.

This live broadcast earned him 15 merit points, and he was just a little bit away from paying it off, so Jiang Chuxu was no longer in such a hurry.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, her phone vibrated.

[Lu Changan]: I found out. The girl you drew was called Song Wenqing. She was a Chinese teacher at the No. 3 Middle School in the city. A year ago, the school said she had taken three days of sick leave and then disappeared. Her parents are retired workers and live at No. 37 Wutong Road in the old city. They have been going crazy looking for their daughter for over a year.

[Lu Changan]: Fortunately, her parents reported the case, and I checked the missing persons database directly.

Lu Changan also posted several missing person notices issued by Song Wenqing's parents and photos of Song Wenqing when he was alive.

Jiang Chuxu clicked on the pictures. The first one was of Song Wenqing on the podium. She was wearing a beige sweater, with a gentle smile and bright eyes. She was completely different from the dazed and empty female ghost in red in the corner.

The second one is a printed missing person notice. Like the photo, the edges of the paper are curled.

The third picture is a close-up of the missing person notice posted on the telephone pole, with obvious traces of wind and sun.

【Jiang Chuxu】：Received, thanks

She put away her phone and said to the red-clothed female ghost in the corner who was trying hard to reduce her presence, "Song Wenqing."

Song Wenqing's figure trembled suddenly, and she slowly raised her head. She seemed to be clear-headed for a moment, but eventually returned to confusion.

Jiang Chuxu muttered to himself, it seems that just calling the name is not enough

She stood up holding Xiao Hei and said, "Let's go. I'll take you home to introduce you to your parents. Maybe it will help you remember something."

…

The Song family lives on the second floor of an old building in the old city. The corridor is narrow and the wall paint is a little peeling.

Jiang Chuxu knocked on the door, and heard coughing and slow footsteps from inside.

The door opened, and an old woman with gray hair and a sallow complexion stood behind the door. It was Song's mother.

She stared at Jiang Chuxu warily and tiredly: "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, Auntie. My last name is Jiang." Jiang Chuxu said calmly, "It's about your daughter Song Wenqing."

"Wenqing?!" Song's mother's eyes instantly lit up like a light bulb, then quickly dimmed, and her voice trembled.

"Do you have any news about Wenqing?"

Song's father also came over after hearing the noise. He also had gray hair and a slightly hunched back. "Wenqing? What's the news?"

"Can we go in and talk? The situation is a bit special."

Jiang Chuxu turned sideways to let Song Wenqing, who was floating behind him, enter the house first.

Father Song hesitated for a moment, but finally made way: "Come in."

The house is not big, old but clean.

A photo of a family of three hangs on the wall of the living room. In the photo, Song Wenqing is smiling brightly. On the coffee table are piles of missing person notices and printed photos.

Jiang Chuxu sat down, and Xiao Hei nestled obediently in her arms.

Song Wenqing floated near the door, staring blankly at everything familiar in the room like a lost child.

She seemed to be constantly resisting something, her figure sometimes real and sometimes unreal.

Song's mother poured a glass of water for Jiang Chuxu, and her hands were shaking so much that some of the water spilled out.

Father Song stared at Jiang Chuxu: "Miss Jiang, where is Wenqing? Is she alive or...passed away?"

He spoke the last few words with difficulty, as if he really didn't want to receive bad news.

Jiang Chuxu didn't answer directly, but raised his chin in the direction of Song Wenqing: "Song Wenqing, look, this is your home, your parents, and there's a photo of you winning the Outstanding Teacher Award hanging on the wall."

Song's mother and father looked confused and followed Jiang Chuxu's gaze to the empty space beside her.

At this moment, Song Wenqing's eyes were fixed on Song's mother's hand, and a fragment of memory suddenly crashed into Song Wenqing's confused consciousness.

The young girl sat at her desk preparing lessons. The light was warm. Her mother came in with a bowl of steaming soup and said softly, "Wenqing, don't stay up too late. Have some soup."

She raised her head and smiled, "I know, Mom. It will be ready soon."

The mother put down the bowl, reached out her hand naturally and gently gathered the loose hair that had fallen around her ears.

"Mom..." A call suddenly sounded in the living room.

Song's father and mother were shocked. Although the voice was very hoarse, the tone sounded very much like their daughter Song Wenqing.

"Wenqing?!" Mother Song's whole body trembled violently, and she threw herself desperately towards the open space next to Jiang Chuxu. She stretched out her skinny hands and scratched the air frantically, and turbid tears gushed out like a dam breaking.

"Wenqing, my daughter, where are you? Mom is here!"

She missed and stumbled, almost falling.

Song's father also stood up suddenly, tears streaming down his face, his lips trembling with excitement: "Wenqing! Dad is here!"

He rushed over to help his wife, but nearly tripped himself.

Seeing his mother rushing towards him, Song Wenqing instinctively reached out to help her, but his hand passed through her body.

Her mother's desperate cries and her father's grief-stricken self-blame impacted her confused consciousness.

More memories came flooding back: the sound of reading in the classroom, the red pen correcting homework in the office, and the golden fallen leaves on the way home from school.

Then darkness, rubber gloves, and blinding white light, and soul-rending pain.

Escape, run through walls, aimlessly.

Finally, there is the light of a computer screen, a man typing, and the words "I want real feedback."

Song Wenqing held her head and let out a suppressed roar of pain. Her figure twisted violently, and the negative energy burst out uncontrollably. The temperature in the living room dropped sharply, and a thin layer of frost instantly formed on the water cup on the table.

Song's father and mother's faces were full of heartache.

"Song Wenqing, control yourself." Jiang Chuxu's voice sank.

Xiao Hei glanced at Song Wenqing lazily, and an invisible pressure came over his head, instantly suppressing Song Wenqing's violent negative energy.

She seemed to have been paused, and could only curl up in pain and unable to move, two lines of blood and tears silently sliding down her pale cheeks.

"Dad, Mom," her voice was hoarse, but much clearer, filled with endless grief and grievance, "It's so cold, so painful, they arrested me, in a black car, in an alley, and with a handkerchief that smelled strange..."

The fragmented words piece together a heartbreaking truth.

Mother Song almost fainted as she listened to her daughter's sobbing: "My daughter, you have suffered so much, those damn beasts!"

Father Song hugged his wife tightly, his teeth chattering.

Jiang Chuxu was also feeling upset, and she quickly sent the fragmentary information provided by Song Wenqing to Lu Changan and Ding Yucheng.

After sending the message, she looked at the two heartbroken old people and Song Wenqing who was silently shedding tears of blood.

"I'll let you meet her one last time."

As he spoke, Jiang Chuxu took out two necklaces from his pocket and placed them in the hands of Song's mother and father.

"Here, hold on tight."

Mother Song and Father Song held the cold chain in a daze. Before they could react, the scene in front of them suddenly changed, and a pale figure in a red dress emerged.

"Wenqing!" Song's mother screamed and almost rushed over, but was held tightly by Song's father. He was trembling all over and could not control his tears at all.

Song Wenqing's tears flowed even more fiercely as she looked at her parents standing so close to her. She opened her mouth and cried in a hoarse voice, "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry for making you worry."

Song's mother cried and reached out to touch her daughter's face, but her hand still passed through.

It took a long time for the two people and the ghost to calm down. Although they couldn't touch each other, they tried their best to hug each other, as if to comfort each other, and they kept talking.

Jiang Chuxu sat quietly beside them, without disturbing the family that had just reunited.

As time passed, the faint light emitted by the gray-white stones on the two necklaces began to flicker.

Song's mother already had some guesses in her mind, but she still looked up at Jiang Chuxu, her eyes full of anticipation.

Jiang Chuxu could only remind: "The time is almost up."

Song Wenqing knew that she was about to leave. She looked at her grief-stricken parents and tried to force a smile: "Mom, and Dad, don't look for me anymore. Live your life well. It's time for me to go. Take care of yourselves."

"Wenqing!" Song's mother cried heartbreakingly.

Song Wenqing took one last deep look at his parents, and then his figure quickly faded like smoke blown away by the wind until it disappeared completely.

The two of them forced themselves to return the necklace to Jiang Chuxu, but they could no longer control themselves. The only sounds left in the living room were the extremely suppressed sobbing of Song's mother and father.

Jiang Chuxu stood up silently without disturbing the elderly couple who had lost their beloved daughter.

The system suddenly popped up again.

[You can let them see it, why do you still need to buy it from me? ]

Jiang Chuxu didn't answer directly, but the expression on her face revealed her thoughts.

It's just a small amount of merit anyway, it would be too much trouble for her to do it herself.

The system remained silent, seemingly speechless.

Just then, Jiang Chuxu also walked to the door, and Xiao Hei had moved to lie on her shoulder.

She was about to leave when her phone suddenly vibrated. It was a new message from the work group.

Jiang Chuxu took out his cell phone and opened it.

[Dispatch-Lao Wu]: Emergency mission, Qinghe Road, Chengdong District, the abandoned site of Renhe Hospital. The reporter is an adventure anchor who claims to have encountered an unknown low-temperature area and abnormal movement of objects. He suspects that it is related to the recent investigation target, the K organization. Mission level: high risk, mission number: TD-088.

Jiang Chuxu's eyes suddenly became sharp as he looked at the screen. It seemed that the country had already studied some of the operational characteristics of the K organization, or the characteristics of abnormal reports involving the K organization.

It turned out that it was the right decision to cooperate with the authorities from the beginning.

K Organization...

【Jiang Chuxu】：1

Lin Hezhao: Receive

Liu Lanzhen: Let’s go

【Xu Zhaojin】: Let’s go together

As soon as it was said that it was related to the K organization, all the people who had discussed it in the group before came out to take the task.

[Dispatcher-Lao Wu]: Okay, someone will send you detailed information about the task. Please be careful.

Jiang Chuxu took a few glances and put away her phone. She turned around to look at the Song family's parents who were immersed in grief, and then gently closed the door.

In the dim light of the corridor, her expression was calm, with only a hint of coldness flashing deep in her eyes.

"Xiao Hei," she whispered, "I'm working overtime."

【Author’s words】

[Eating melon]