Chapter 1616 Children
"The one of Bai Xiaoju's parents who died was also trapped by the 'anchor'."
After Tu Lanxun finished saying this, his whole body shook, his hair exploded, and he shot away from the computer like a cat taking flight, "What did you say?!"
She had completely forgotten about the computer being haunted! "What does the computer ghost look like? Is she fierce? Is she scarier than in horror movies? With white eyes, black lips, and hair covering her face?"
N didn't answer, but just raised his eyes. Tu Lanxun felt like something had been opened to him. His peripheral vision turned cold, and there seemed to be something extra beside him.
It was a computer. There was an extra head on the computer, with long black hair draped behind the monitor, and the head turned towards her!
When Tu Lanxun realized what she saw, it was too late. The pale face smiled at her.
The ghost girl's lips and face were white, with almost no dividing line. Her skin was smooth and pale, like a wonton with no visible filling. Now the wonton grinned, revealing a row of teeth. "Hehe... hello."
"I'm not feeling well." Tu Lanxun answered as he numbly turned his back to the computer.
She blinked at N frantically: Make her disappear quickly, aren’t you the best at dealing with ghosts? Even if it means I can’t see her, it’s fine.
The female ghost was surprisingly honest, a little dull, "Let me clarify first, the convenience store manager you discussed earlier who scared to death was not me."
That's true. Although her face was very pale and didn't look like a living person, it was definitely not hideous or scary. She didn't even have the white eyes and blue veins that were most common among ghosts. Her expression was dull, and she had a dead air.
Tu Lanxun narrowed his eyes and slowly turned back. After getting used to the ghost girl's face, he found that she was very young, only in her twenties, but full of numbness and vicissitudes of life.
"You, what's your name, what do you do for a living, this is my convenience store, why are you here on the computer, how much memory do you take up?"
The ghost's reaction was like a long-used office computer, neither fast nor slow, like sleepwalking. "I was a programmer in life, and now I'm attached to a computer after I die. I don't know why I'm here."
"Oh... yes, I don't remember my name or the name of the company. When I woke up, there was a new person at my workstation, and they had moved the body away."
It seems that the memory left by the female ghost in the corpse is her name. Like the first famous blogger, she died at work.
Tu Lanxun was about to speak when the ghost girl squeezed out the liquid slowly like toothpaste, her two dark circles fixed on her. "I should have taken up some memory, I'm sorry."
The last sentence was, "How do you charge rent for your computer? One deposit and three installments? I want to stay here. It smells so good here."
Tu Lanxun's eyes lit up, "You have gold too?"
The ghost shook her head honestly, "No, the stocks I bought before I died were all green, and I can't find the salary I saved because I can't remember the name."
Tu Lanxun was disappointed and made a gesture of invitation, "Forget it, just stay here and don't come out casually. I'm afraid of ghosts."
"I can work for you." The female ghost was afraid of losing the value of her labor, as if she couldn't rest easy if she didn't do something. "I can... help you find that self-media blogger you guys were talking about."
As she spoke, the display screen under the ghost girl's head automatically lit up, and web pages popped up and switched one by one at an indistinct speed, flashing into a whole, and finally stopped at the account homepage of a certain video platform.
Her ID is "Sister Baibai who works very hard".
Bai Xiaoju's mother's name is Bai Chao, but it is not easy to find the blogger's real name through search engines. The female ghost was a great help.
However, Tu Lanxun only planned to drop off candy at the cemetery occasionally, and he hadn't made up his mind to look for Bai Xiaoju's family. The gold bracelet, the resentment, the sudden death—it all sounded dangerous. But since he had found them, he might as well take a look.
Although there is no name on the homepage, the avatar is a smiling woman in elegant clothes, and it is obvious that she is related to Bai Xiaoju. Both of them have slightly square faces and the same big almond-shaped eyes, but with single eyelids, which is very unique.
Tu Lanxun knew where the deathly aura wrapped around the gold bracelet came from.
The video cover at the top has a whole row of titles saying "Family and fans are waiting for you to come back". When you click on it, there is a missing label. The popularity is still quite high, and there is a badge of honor for being in the top ten of the click list, which is a bit ironic.
Bai Chao disappeared exactly three years ago.
"It's quite touching that her family never gave up looking for her." The computer ghost held her chin and said hesitantly.
"Is it touching?" Tu Lanxun laughed.
She casually clicked on a missing person notice video. The family members were covered in AI headsets and crying. A pair of very fair-skinned men's hands held tissues and recounted their past encounters and ups and downs. It had the sad aesthetic of planting a loquat tree with one's own hands. There was also a photo of Bai Xiaoju in the corner of the camera.
Every word and every sentence was calling Bai Chao to go home.
Tu Lanxun tapped on the computer. "He hid his own face under an AI cover, but he didn't even blur out the image of his dead daughter."
The video editing is smooth, the camera angles are professional, and even the subtitles are complete. A bright but not warm filter is specially used, which feels more homely and evokes more sympathy than gloomy tones.
Just as her husband firmly believed that she would come back, a widow waited anxiously for her family with her dead daughter.
Moreover, the first video since Bai Chao disappeared three years ago has reached this level of completion.
"Can you see the face of this man under the leather case, or find out which local university Tang Weining is a teacher at?" Tu Lanxun asked.
The computer ghost shook her head, her long hair swirling around the monitor like a mop. "He uploaded a pre-processed video. As for Tang Weining..."
Another series of interfaces popped up on the screen like lightning. The computer chassis's power increased, and the fan began to hum. After two or three seconds, the female ghost shook her head. "The search engine can't find his entry. You can look for the paper publication website, but it's actually more convenient..."
"What?" Tu Lanxun asked.
The page switched back to the video platform. "He's online now. Just follow the internet and take a look at the front camera, and you'll see him."
"If you hadn't told me earlier, I should have thought of it a long time ago."
The female ghost covered her forehead and said sullenly, "Workers are used to it. Work must leave traces. Among the two plans, try the one proposed by the leader first. It is best to demonstrate it in person."
She disappeared above the monitor and went back to the computer. Two seconds later, a square image appeared on the screen. It was the face of a middle-aged man, about thirty years old, quite handsome, and able to move.
That was probably Tang Weining. At the moment, his eyes were red and his nose was sniffling. He was sitting in the room, wiping tears in front of his mobile phone - Tu Lanxun inferred this from the shaking upward-angle picture.
"The internet is working fine, I can check his phone directly." The computer ghost's voice came out of the speaker.
Before Tu Lanxun could stop him, dialog boxes popped up one after another on the computer. The data path name changed rapidly, the loading bar read the number, and the computer ghost's face returned to the field of vision one by one. "Okay, but he just changed his phone."
Tang Weining's mobile phone does not have many files, only taking up 2GB, and the message records are only within three days, but fortunately, university teachers will join N groups and have the task of forwarding public accounts, so the name of the school where he works was quickly found.
Lucheng Agricultural University.
Teacher of food engineering.
What motivated her to check these two messages was that Tang Weining's most recent chat record was thirty seconds ago, with a contact named "Xiaobao". The other party's avatar should be an online picture, with the back of a beautiful woman holding a rose under an oil painting filter.
Tang Weining: I sent it out, and I feel so uncomfortable.
Xiaobao: Hug me, don’t cry.
Tang Weining: [Poor][Poor] Going to Yuefan Hotel tonight?
Under the account of "Sister Baibai who works very hard", the last video calling out to his wife who missed her was posted ten minutes ago. The number of likes and rewards is soaring, and there are words of comfort below such as "Teacher Tang is a good man" and "Dad Tang has a hard time".
This man cried for ten minutes in front of a carefully edited video, and then turned around to look for someone for a night out? He must have been acting himself out.
Tu Lanxun's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and without turning his head, he asked, "Um, what kind of situations would normally cause a ghost to be trapped in an 'anchor' and unable to escape?"
N's voice came from afar, "Not realizing they're dead, or feeling extremely intense pain and resentment, and then being bound by someone."
He said the last sentence in a very soft voice. Tu Lanxun glanced at him and thought it was strange. She even forgot to mention the name, so how did N know he was asking her?
"Then can you follow the death energy on the gold bracelet and track down Bai Chao's location?"
"No, the gold bracelet has a deathly aura because it was worn for too long and absorbed the scent of its owner. It then automatically deteriorated due to the death of the original owner. You have to track it down to the one that was touched after death."
The clue was broken again.
There is no direct evidence to prove that Bai Chao’s death is related to Tang Weining, but it is strange that the latter never paid homage to his daughter Bai Xiaoju after his wife disappeared.
Like he's feeling guilty about something.
Tu Lanxun casually flipped through the contents of Tang Weining's mobile phone. She had gradually become numb to the immoral feeling of prying into others' privacy. Bai Chao, who died in an unknown place, and Bai Xiaoju, who waved goodbye dejectedly in front of the tombstone, made her feel that it was necessary to be an immoral person for once.
"This folder is a photo album." said the female ghost.
Tang Weining's photo album doesn't hold many images, just two casual snaps of the cafeteria table. Most of them are product images saved from shopping apps: a children's dining chair, a baby comforter, maternity and baby products, folic acid chewable tablets...
He's going to have a new baby? With whom, Xiaobao?
In a week, I saved hundreds of pictures of baby products. They all looked quite expensive. There were foreign brands that even people like Tu Lanxun had heard of. What's more exaggerated is that they bought all the pictures from birth to five or six years old.
This is obviously beyond the consumption level of a young university teacher. Lunong is not a key university. In the video reminiscing about the past, Tang Weining said in person that he came from an ordinary working-class family, and the head of the family was a very violent father.
That's why Tang Weining fell in love with Bai Chaoshi at first sight, because she was capable, responsible and calm.
Tu Lanxun searched for the keyword "child" in Tang Weining's chat history.
As expected, apart from the few messages in which the counselor called out "kids" in the student group, the rest were from the chats between Tang Weining and Xiaobao, a total of three.
Tang Weining: I miss Xiaobao and my child. I hope to see them soon. [Two days ago]
Xiaobao: The kid kicked me and it hurt so much, whew. [Four days ago]
These two are relatively predictable. The first one made Tu Lanxun's eyes blaze with anger, and the computer female ghost, who had been in a daze, also frowned, as if she saw something dirty.
Tang Weining: I used the money I earned from the "Finding My Wife" video to buy a new phone. I'm going to buy the best baby formula and toys for my child. Haha, do you mind? [Six days ago]
Tu Lanxun subconsciously slid to Xiaobao's reply, his eyes froze, and the mouse stopped.
Xiaobao: You can buy whatever you want. Someone's coming to check recently, so remember to hide your shit. Otherwise, if we're discovered, [emoji-police car] will take us away...
Tang Weining: Don’t worry, we won’t separate.
shiti?
Corpse.
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