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In the early morning of July 28, 2002, I drove to Linkou Road.

The resolution of the video screen is not very high, and it is somewhat blurry. Look at the picture quality,It's not taken by a high-definition camera.,It's a little different from Aoba's other videos.。

In the picture, there are two rows of street lights on the side of the road at night, which are very bright, that is, the whole road is clearly illuminated. The street lights are only a little dim.

The road is lined with sidewalks and the fence of the complex. On the wall, there is a very old propaganda board. It's not like the roadside billboards that are particularly artistic, and the cartoon characters drawn on them are very simple, in the style of vignettes in the old evening newspapers, and the colors are also very dull, basically faint watercolor. The slogan on it also gives a sense of a distant era: no spitting, no littering, no jaywalking......

The car drove slowly, the camera was in the center, and the billboards slowly regressed from the frame twice against the road.

The buildings in the complex are multi-storey, with five storeys in the near area and seven storeys in the same façade style in the distance.

Not many residents turn on the lights, and there are no street lights in the community, which looks dark. The residential buildings and the greenery in the complex are like monsters in the shadows.

There is only the sound of vehicles moving in the video, and no one is talking.

After driving like this for about five minutes, we arrived at the intersection. In the past, the fences and billboards were gone, and they were replaced by small shops along the street.

The stores are all convenience stores, tobacco shops, bun shops, etc., and there are no chain stores, and they all seem to be privately run small businesses. Now, the shops are closed and the roller shutters are down. The store signs are the simplest signs, not light boxes. Without street lights, I can't see what is written on these signs.

The car continued to move forward, and after passing another intersection, the scenery in the picture finally changed somewhat.

In the distance, a figure could be seen standing in the middle of the road.

The road is not wide, but it is large enough for two cars to run side-by-side, and there is no lane differentiation. On this road in the video, there are no traffic lights, no signs, and all street signs. Only the street lights are particularly bright and illuminate clearly.

The figure stood in the middle of the road, unmoving, exuding a faint yin aura. I couldn't see his face clearly, only the color of the clothes on his body. The whole figure is like the silhouette of the figure in the painter's pen, and inexplicably maintains the same style as the previous illustrations on the billboard.

The figure stayed in place for two seconds before disappearing completely.

The street lights have not changed, and the scenery on the street has remained the same.

Liu Miao whistled.

"Found it. It's not a terrible ghost. Liu Miao said.

"It's not a ghost yet." Wu Ling said.

The car continued to move forward without changing its speed.

The figure flashed twice.

The car finally drove closer.

Just then, the sound of another car's engine appears in the video.

The shadow of the car is like a human figure, and it disappears in a flash. The headlights of the car cut two arcs in the frame.

At the same time, a loud collision sound is heard from the video.

The photographic equipment used to shoot this video is indeed far inferior to the other equipment used by Aoba. From this sound alone, no change in the vocal voice can be heard.

But the camera is in a different direction.

Wu Ling's side face appeared in the picture. She looked out the window.

The car has pulled over.

Outside the window, is the scene of the car accident.

A black car crashed into the pole of a street lamp, and the front of the car was completely deformed. The pole of the street lamp was knocked off, and the heavy pole fell on the roof of the car, smashing the roof into a dent.

That street light went out, and the other street lights flashed a few times.

The camera is moved, and the frame shakes for a while.

The sound of a car door opening can be heard in the video.

When the picture stabilized, I saw the backs of Wu Ling and Ye Qing.

The two walked over to the scrapped car.

The camera keeps up.

When I got closer, I could see the tragic details more clearly.

There was only one person in the driver's seat. The driver's body was covered in blood, and there was also blood stains on his head, covering his face. The steering wheel was pressed against his chest, and he could clearly see that his ribcage was sunken. His legs were tucked between the seats, completely obscured.

The driver did not die on the spot.

There was a faint moan coming from the broken window of the driver's seat.

His body moved, and he immediately froze in pain, and let out an inaudible scream.

Wu Ling and Ye Qing just looked at the driver's situation a little and then turned their heads.

The camera turns.

Next to them, in front of the deformed front of the car, stood a figure. Look at the dress, it's the ghost that appeared before.

The ghost had a blank face and empty eyes, and stared at the car in a daze.

"Mr. Zhao." Wu Ling shouted.

The ghost didn't react at all.

"It's overdone." Ye Qing said.

Wu Ling agreed, and took out a stack of talisman paper from his pocket.

She didn't have a lighter, she just pinched a piece of talisman paper, held it in front of her eyes, and recited a simple incantation. As the spell ends, the rune paper spontaneously combusts. The burning flame is pale cyan, like the legendary ghost fire.

The flame burned slowly and slowly turned into a little spark.

The rune paper held by Wu Ling was windless and fluttering. But only one floated up, brushing the spark and turning into another ghostly fire.

As the runes burned in midair, the ghost's expression changed.

His eyes were in focus, and his face was full of expression.

He blinked and looked at the camera.

"You ......" the ghost began, his voice full of doubt.

"Mr. Zhao, it's time for you to be reincarnated." Wu Ling said.

The ghost looked at Wu Ling, and then at the car.

The car slowly disappeared under his gaze. The collapsed streetlights were also restored to their original state.

I only heard him sigh, revealing a wry smile, and his figure faded.

The ghost fire vanished, leaving no ashes of rune paper. The ghost was gone.

"That's it?" Liu Miao asked.

"Hmm. Not some troublesome ghost. Probably because the car accident was too accidental, he didn't react. Wu Ling said.

The progress bar of the video goes to the end.

On 28 July 2002, the investigation was closed.

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I was surprised.

The files drawn at hand are surprisingly simple. It didn't take much effort for Aoba's people to solve this matter. There is nothing dangerous about the whole thing. It's not even a thrill.

I went through the file again to make sure I didn't miss anything.

It didn't make me easier, it made me more uneasy.

I don't believe that Aoba's people are so lucky, or rather, I don't believe that Aoba's clients they receive will be so lucky. The whole thing, except for the driver who died a long time ago, there were no casualties.

I thought about it and couldn't help but search for that path online.

Linkou Road is a suburban road in Xupu City, Huizhou Province. When I searched, it was only on the map, and there was no other information. There are no well-known business districts, residential areas, and no big news. Zhao Chi's car accident did not appear in the newspapers. Such car accidents happen all over the country at any time.

I couldn't find any rumors of a haunting.

In 02, the Internet was not yet developed, and probably no one would post such rumors on the forum. At that time, social networking sites didn't even have a prototype, and blogs and the like didn't have a climate. It's normal that no one publishes local haunted legends.

After that, there was also no news, which seemed to prove that Aoba had completely dealt with the matter.

I should feel reassured. But thinking about Aoba's previous "brilliant" record, I'm not sure.

I can't laugh or cry when I think about it. I was like a perverted murderer, and I felt uncomfortable not seeing dead people.

With a breath, I closed the notebook.

Tomorrow, I have to get up early to go to work, and I have to work in the six villages of workers and peasants.

Thinking about the demolition also makes me feel tired. The work of demolition is not stimulating, and now it is even more idle. Not only us, but also those demolition households are a little numb. However, when the contract work for the demolition officially began, there were troubles.

As I lay in bed, I wondered, can I wait until the day I start signing a job? Maybe before then, the world will be over.