The weather in Linxia is warm and many people are out shopping. The cool breeze blows through the rustling leaves and through the streets and alleys.
Yu Yao opened the small window on the second floor, letting the wind in. She sat on the small stool in front of the computer, with one leg resting on the table. She lazily waved a magazine to fan herself while typing on the keyboard with her empty hands.
In a certain unknown forum, all the posts are urban legends. No matter whether they are true stories or made-up stories, once they are posted, they will be analyzed and speculated by people in the forum, and piled up to hundreds or hundreds of levels.
At the same time, there are many people who are troubled by strange events and post to seek solutions.
Yu Yao took a quick look at the forum and then moved to another one. There were only ordinary help posts there, looking for cats and dogs or people, and even some posts from underage children asking for proxy calls, but all the posts had already been answered by someone.
There are no new help posts.
"Why are there so few people posting for help today? My colleagues are too quick to act." Yu Yao muttered to herself as she changed her position in the chair. It was a bit stuffy, but not hot enough to need the air conditioner.
On the second floor of an inconspicuous street corner, there is a small office with computer desks and chairs, as well as a large number of books, which is a bit messy.
There was a takeaway box on the table, with a clean A4 paper underneath, on which someone had simply written some information with a pen.
[Yao Detective Agency - Address: 2nd Floor, No. x, xxx Street - Contact: Yu Yao - Contact: 13xxxxx]
There were several contact information and addresses on the ground floor, but they were all crossed out.
[Yuyao isn't suited to this kind of ordinary work. Please consider your strengths once in a while.]
A small sound echoed in the narrow room.
Yu Yao paused fanning herself, glanced at the magazine in her hand, put it on the table, and said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense in this house!"
The room suddenly became quiet, without a sound at all.
Yu Yao slowly moved her hand to the mouse and clicked refresh. The entire page of posts suddenly changed to a new page.
"Still nothing. It's not because today is Monday and my colleagues are all working that they don't even leave me a small job." Yu Yao sullenly reduced the size of the forum and moved to the chat box at the bottom, where a chat message from her relative and intermediary Shu Wen was flashing.
[Yu Yaoyao, there hasn't been much work lately, and my colleagues are snapping up jobs so quickly. Should I help you find some supernatural commissions?]
Yu Yao quickly replied by typing on the keyboard.
[What supernatural commissions? We must believe in socialism. There are no supernatural things in this world. It's just that people are afraid of the unknown.]
[When will you start believing? Forget about other people's affairs, how do you explain those strange voices coming from your body? You've been able to hear things talk since you were a child.]
Shu Wen rolled his eyes on the other end. All his colleagues in the detective industry knew that Yu Yao was a private detective who could spy on people's secrets through sound. They were all a little afraid of her, but Yu Yao herself refused to admit her strange ability at all.
[Of course, this is just hallucination. As an atheist, I don't believe in the existence of any gods, ghosts, or spirits. Everything can be explained by science.]
Yu Yao replied righteously. The magazine next to her, which had just been hit, tried to speak weakly, but before it could utter a word, Yu Yao glared at it.
[Okay, okay, you're hallucinating, just wait.]
Shu Wen on the other end replied and called after a while.
Yu Yao calmly picked up the phone, and Shu Wen's soft voice came from the other end, which was completely inconsistent with the hint of irritability in his tone.
"Listen now, what's that sound coming from my end?"
Then, there were small bumping sounds from the other end, mixed with a hint of extremely aggrieved crying: "Master, please stop bumping into me, or I'll break. You dropped me to the ground just last month, why are you bumping into me again? My life is so miserable, wuwuwuwa."
The voice on the other end sounded extremely sad and aggrieved.
Yu Yao paused, then asked cautiously, "Are you hitting something fragile?"
Shu Wen hummed softly, "Yeah, my cup."
Yu Yao was silent for a moment. "Be careful with your cup next time. Don't bump into it anymore. Be careful that it won't bear a grudge against you."
Shu Wen glanced at the mug in his hand speechlessly, "You didn't believe it just now, how come you're talking for my mug in the blink of an eye?"
"It cried quite miserably. Of course, this doesn't mean I believe in animism. I just personally feel that I should respect my auditory hallucinations. Since they can't be cured, I should learn to accept them."
Shu Wen rolled his eyes. "The psychiatrist says you're perfectly healthy and have a good mentality. You don't seem to have this persistent auditory hallucination problem that's plagued you since childhood. The otologist can't find any problems. So what exactly is this? A mental disorder?"
Yu Yao leaned back in her chair calmly, fanning herself with a magazine. "It doesn't have any impact anyway, so it's good."
"Then why don't you just take over some supernatural events and make good use of your strengths."
"How can I judge events based on my auditory hallucinations? No, I want to take ordinary jobs."
"Okay, but I just happened to have an ordinary commission, which I left for you."
"Really? What kind of commission is it?"
"Let me see. They're looking for a missing person. Although they've already reported the case to the police, they still have no leads. The client is very anxious, so the price is quite high. And finding missing persons is your forte. You should be able to find the person quickly if you listen carefully with that voice you can hear."
"Although I try it occasionally and it does help, I still feel that personal auditory hallucinations should not influence my judgment."
"Alright, alright. You won't believe me no matter what I say. You're incredibly stubborn on this point."
The two of them exchanged words on the phone, and Shu Wen on the other end sighed helplessly, "Since the psychiatrist thinks there's nothing wrong with you and doesn't dare prescribe you medication, why not find a psychologist to help you with your problems?"
"A counselor?" Yu Yao raised her eyebrows and curled her lips. "I don't need one. Can they help me with my auditory hallucinations?"
"Give it a try. You're troubled right now, right? A previous client introduced him to me. He's right near the address of your new commission. You can go check him out after work. I heard he's beautiful, has a great voice, and a nice personality. Even if you don't have any mental problems, you'll feel much better just chatting with him occasionally." Shu Wen enthusiastically recommended him over the other end.
I feel a little moved by Yu Yao, because she is beautiful and has a great voice.
Who doesn’t love a beautiful older sister, not to mention that Yu Yao is a beauty lover.
"Well, it's true that I've been a little troubled recently, so just send me your contact information." She responded pretentiously while quickly opening the chat box and writing down the contact information sent by the other party with pen and paper.
White visit?
The name is nice and pretty, and she is a beautiful sister.
Yu Yao was secretly delighted.
"Anyway, that's it. I'll organize the documents and send them to you."
"Okay, thanks, Shu Wen."
"Why are we being so polite?"
The other party hung up the phone, and Yu Yao wrote down the number on the paper into her mobile phone. Not long after, the content of the commission sent by Shu Wen came to the computer, which included the client's contact information, address, and information about the missing person.
"He's been missing for about a week, and still hasn't been found?" Yu Yao transferred the document to her mobile phone, turned around and stood up from the chair, and began to walk around the room to change clothes and prepare to go out.
"Is Yuyao finally going out to work?"
"Great, after we leave, we can chat freely."
"It's better to be quiet. Be careful that she buys new things and replaces us."
"It's better to go to another house. At home, even if you shout loudly, the owner won't hear you. How great is that."
There were small sounds of several things chatting in the room.
Yu Yao changed into a pair of denim overalls and sat at the door wearing sneakers. She turned around and stared at the talking objects, "Once you leave my house, you can only go to the scrap processing plant."
Several objects suddenly became quiet.
Yu Yao put on her small shoulder bag, took her cell phone and keys and went out.
The weather was sunny and the temperature outside was just right. Yu Yao checked the address and rode her newly bought bicycle to her destination.
Probably when she was about eight years old, Yu Yao discovered that she could hear things that others could not hear. She first noticed this among children of the same age, and later found that in the eyes of her family, she was always talking to herself.
After realizing that her unique auditory hallucination was very abnormal, Yu Yao never took the initiative to tell anyone about her strange ability.
As I grew up, I got used to it without realizing it.
I followed the advice of my family, went for a physical check-up, and saw a psychiatrist, but nothing helped, and in the end, I just had to let nature take its course.
Because of this ability, it sometimes affects daily communication, and I always can't distinguish the sounds of objects from people.
She mistakenly thought that the people who were talking were objects, or she subconsciously responded to the sounds of objects. Unconsciously, in the eyes of others, Yu Yao became a weirdo who would suddenly respond.
With the support of her family, Yu Yao chose another more free path, which was to be a detective helping people solve big and small matters. At this time, her troublesome ability could also be of help.
She also gradually analyzed the characteristics of the sounds she heard.
These sounds come from many things, from statues to flowers, plants and trees, from books and magazines to air-conditioned sofas. Any object of a certain age can make sounds, and the longer it has existed, the clearer the sound.
But objects are still objects and cannot do anything except make sounds.
The sounds made by animals are very ordinary, similar to the communication between humans, such as fighting for food, crying out of hunger and pain, or letting out a few meaningless howls of happiness.
The time schedule of plants is the opposite of that of objects. New buds are noisy, while old trees are silent.
Therefore, Yu Yao discovered that plants are more irritable than objects and animals. Just like cicadas, they will become quiet after being irritable for a while.
Just like now, she was riding her bicycle past a small flower bed, and the accumulated water on the roadside splashed up and sprinkled on the newly opened flowers.
The beautiful little flower trembled in anger in the wind, shaking its branches wildly and cursing in Yu Yao's direction: "Idiot, do you know how to ride a bike?!"
Yu Yao pretended not to hear, pedaled her bicycle and hummed a tune as she walked away.
What on earth have these delicate little flowers learned on the roadside? They have been blooming more and more violently in recent years.
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