Chapter 0003: Work

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"Are there ghosts? We are materialists; there are no ghosts in this world"

I inquired a little about whether he had a girlfriend and received a negative response, which made me feel somewhat relieved. A single man in his twenties, with more vitality, might even still be a virgin. During the day, being with such a young person, it is unlikely to encounter any ghosts. This young man is different from myself and may not be easily frightened.

A few ghosts gathered over there in a circle, their faces filled with intoxication as they breathed in. The bottle of cola remained intact, but if someone were to take a sip, they would find it had already gone bad, spoiled, and was completely undrinkable

It seems that there is a water leak in the bathroom

However, it was not long after I lay down that the bathroom light turned on

It was frightening

Dressed in a pullover sweatshirt and sportswear, he appears quite sturdy

Who will come to snatch him, beat him to death!

Only after receiving a definite reply from the young man named Wei Yuan did I let out a long sigh. We agreed on a meeting time, which would be near the Folk Museum, and it was only when the sky began to brighten that I finally set down the heart I had been holding up all along

It has stopped

Forget it

But I really saw a person there

Open the email, open the resume, and look at the ID photo

A gust of cold air is still blowing in, and I would like to see if the window is truly drafty

In order to avoid getting into trouble for a mere 5,000 yuan, he specifically kept the Wohu waist badge on him, ready to leave at the first sign of trouble and abandon this job. It seems that there is indeed a possibility of that happening

The sound of walking on a wooden floor while wearing slippers and stepping in water

He drove slowly to the Folk Museum with Wei Yuan

This is the most important thing left by my son, the culmination of his life's work. I cannot allow this place to fall into neglect, unattended. Therefore, I will guard it myself. I will close the door and wait here, for there can be no ghosts in this world

Fang Hongbo parked the car beside.

The paper figure's face puffed up, exerting all its strength to open the door of the small refrigerator

By noon, he saw the young man who had submitted his resume

He smiled in response, with both hands tucked in his pockets, his right hand grasping a Huohu waist badge.

Fang Hongbo's palm gripped the steering wheel tightly, his face showing signs of anger, fear, and even a hint of savagery.

The sound of footsteps began to draw closer once again

The folk museum, and those paper figures in the photo have a somewhat sinister aura

The cramped space of the car and the pervasive scent of tobacco provided him with a sense of reassurance

I boldly shouted, "Is anyone there?" but no one responded

However, he recalled what his son had said to him before his death, expressing the hope that he could protect his hard work. He found it difficult to harden his heart, yet he knew that if asked to go back in, he would absolutely refuse. For a moment, his face showed a struggle, and he nervously lit a cigarette, checking the time on his phone.

I lifted my head; it is not too big here, the bathroom is only a few steps away from the bed. However, I hesitated a bit. Nevertheless, this must be due to the aging of the electrical circuit. I will check it again tomorrow morning

Around three o'clock in the morning

Clear

The highest good, this substance is often consumed like savoring fine wine and sweet rain, something I have never tasted before.

It is now a quarter past three in the morning, the ancient hour of Yin.

Someone has sent an email

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However, the sound of knocking on the door really began to resonate

It is in my quilt

If someone submits a resume for a job, then let us consider that they are older and physically weak. If it is a young man, perhaps he would not fear those ghosts. The men from the previous six months did not encounter any incidents. However, if it is an older person or a woman with insufficient vitality, then it seems that heaven intends to close this museum.

Then, swaying unsteadily, he took out a can, and after opening it, he found three lit incense sticks inside

I turned my head

I feel... I feel like I have encountered a ghost

After Fang Hongbo fled from the Folk Museum, he spent the entire night in the car

This sinister house, with Ah Yang passing away at such a young age, must surely be the result of meddling with these things

It is approaching, getting closer and closer

The man in ancient attire licked his lips and hesitated before speaking

Well done, well done

Finally, there are two paper figures holding hands and spinning in the air

A prominent red dot on the email app

Inside the folk museum, several invisible figures exchanged high-fives, their faces filled with joy and excitement. One was a water ghost, covered in mud and water, presumably drowned in some reservoir, while another wore a tattered ancient costume, with a gaping wound on his chest. There was also a woman with a pale complexion, the cause of her death unknown, possibly from some poison.

Fang Hongbo's chest rose and fell heavily, and in the end, whether it was luck or regret, he let out a breath in an extremely complex manner. His fingers quickly tapped on the screen, changing the salary from 3,000 to 5,000, with food and accommodation provided, and sent it over to the person across from him

I plan to go back and sleep for a while longer

I believe it is certainly those individuals who want to increase their salaries that have orchestrated this situation

Young man, are you afraid of ghosts

We have arrived

It is a prank

What is there to ask?

Did it scare you away

Very well, now there is nothing to worry about, heh heh, this place still belongs to us brothers.

Is there a ghost

Wei Yuan gazed at the window, its green paint peeling off in several places, leaving behind a mottled trace, and said

I close my eyes

Five steps, three steps

Whatever! Let love be as it may!

What if he finds someone else?

A young face with sharp contours

While parking, he pretended to be nonchalant and asked:

I opened my eyes and looked around, but there was nothing.

I do not believe

The face swollen from the water, lying in bed pressed against oneself, blowing air into one's own neck, saying one feels a bit cold, borrowing your yang energy to warm the body, can that kind of yang energy really be borrowed

This is my territory!

The inflated water ghost said proudly: "Hmph, of course, this is cola. Your era didn't have this. This time, we'll scare that old fellow away, and this place will belong to us. There are still plenty of supplies in the storeroom"

He hesitated, the hopeful gaze of his son flickering before him, and finally made a decision, opening the mailbox, thinking to himself—

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It is a bit cold; could it be that the window is not closed properly

Tick-tock, tick-tock

In the past six months, three hired individuals have already left, claiming they could not endure it. They reported hearing knocking sounds at midnight, said that blood would flow from the walls, and mentioned hearing footsteps outside that would vanish upon approach. They stated that they would no longer work here and wished to leave

The water ghost extended its hand and pulled at the neck, grinning widely, and said with a sinister smile

Tap, tap, tap

Wei Yuan

I wrapped the quilt more tightly

Fang Hongbo hid in his car, recalling the recent experience, his body uncontrollably trembling

The old ghost, dressed in ancient attire and with a gruesome wound on his chest, sighed and clapped his hands

I have just escaped from the folk museum left by my son

I was a bit angry, holding the flashlight as I walked over, furiously opening the door, but there was nothing outside. I thought to myself, could it really be a ghost? I turned around, but there was nothing behind me either. However, I still felt that something was off, so I closed the door and locked it securely

Then, he pinched a cigarette, leaned on the steering wheel, and did not want to move at all

The sound of dripping water seems to be growing fainter.

Several minutes passed without any movement. I slowly opened my eyes, and there was nothing—just a plastic bag blown by the wind. I truly breathed a sigh of relief and broke into a sweat