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The company had been plagued by a series of unsettling incidents, making it impossible for the employees to work with peace of mind. After Mr. Zeng left, Wang Jun and I returned to our rented apartment together.
As we arrived, the North Wind began to howl, casting a dark shadow over the surroundings as if ink had been spilled across the sky. Before long, snowflakes started to fall, crashing down like little hammers.
Wang Jun followed closely behind me. When I took out my keys to unlock the door, I noticed him and asked, “Why aren’t you going back to your place? Why are you following me?”
“Ling Feng, after everything that happened, I’m too scared to stay alone in my apartment tonight. So…” Wang Jun replied, a bit embarrassed.
I couldn't help but ask, “You want to sleep in my room?”
Wang Jun nodded. Suddenly, I felt awkward. My bed was only one point five meters wide; it was fine for me and Fo Zhang to squeeze together, but sharing it with a grown man was something I wasn’t used to. Moreover, Wang Jun had miscalculated—my place was basically a haunted house.
What if something happened tonight? If a ghost showed up, wouldn’t it drive Wang Jun crazy? Who would take responsibility for that?
“You see I only have one bed; that’s not very convenient…” I directly refused.
Wang Jun looked anxious and said, “It’s fine! I can sleep on the floor. It’s the second floor; it won’t be damp. I’ll just go back and grab my blankets and lay them out on the floor.”
He turned to head back to his apartment for his blankets. I could only rub my forehead and let out a long sigh—being too capable can also be a burden!
I quickly called out to Wang Jun, “Maybe you should just stay at your place. Mine is too…”
Just the thought of the smell in Wang Jun's apartment made me reluctant. But what could I do? There was no way I could let anyone else into my room. Were we really going to share a hotel room as two grown men?
Wang Jun paused for a moment before excitedly saying, “I actually have a folding bed! Just bring your blankets over!”
Snowflakes tapped against the glass, their sound gradually fading as they fell to the ground. In the dark sky, large snowflakes floated down like goose feathers, reminiscent of the willow catkins dancing in late spring.
"Green ants brew new wine, red clay stove. Late in the day, snow is coming; can we drink a cup?" The lines from the Tang Dynasty master Bai Juyi's poem felt particularly fitting at this moment.
I was drinking with Wang Jun, our table adorned with a steaming hot pot. If it weren't for the events that had transpired earlier, this would have been the perfect setting to enjoy a drink and ease into sleep.
"Ling Feng, what are you planning to do in three days? Do you have any plans? Can I help?" Wang Jun asked, his gaze dreamy as he downed another glass.
It seemed he was feeling quite guilty about everything. I raised my glass and replied, "Since the person behind this knows magic, your presence wouldn’t change much."
I noticed a flicker of disappointment in Wang Jun's eyes and added, "You stay downstairs. If I go in and don’t come out after a while, remember to call the police for me."
Wang Jun nodded vigorously, relieved to have something to do. "Ling Feng, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to provide you with backup."
Honestly, Wang Jun's tolerance for alcohol was quite poor; after just half a bottle, he collapsed onto the table. I shook my head and moved him to the bed before returning to the table to drink by myself.
When I finally felt dizzy, I staggered over and fell onto the bed, drifting off into a deep sleep.
In the following days, I prepared everything I needed. As night fell, I headed out with Wang Jun to his company.
The heavy snow continued for three days—an unprecedented blizzard for H City. We drove slowly with snow chains on the tires. Under the dim streetlights, children played joyfully in the snow, bundled up in thick coats, their short arms and legs bouncing around happily.
When we arrived at the office building at seven-thirty, I looked up at the towering structure. Only a few lights were on inside; compared to Bai Juyi’s verses, it felt like a stark contrast.
I looked up at the tall building, which seemed to pierce the sky like a giant lurking monster on this snowy night.
I arranged for Wang Jun to stay in the supply room on the first floor and gave him a protective talisman. Although it was clear that he was still quite nervous, his gaze remained resolute.
"Ding..."
The elevator button lit up. We had reached the fourteenth floor, and the doors of the elevator slowly opened, letting in a gust of chilly wind.
I calmly walked toward Wang Jun's company, opened the door, turned on the lights, and randomly chose a seat before booting up the computer. I was not very familiar with such high-tech gadgets.
I could only play the simplest games: Spider Solitaire and Minesweeper.
I don't know how long I had been playing, but as I nodded off like a chicken pecking at grains, a gentle breeze suddenly brushed against the back of my neck, as if someone were leaning over me and blowing softly.
My drowsiness vanished in an instant. My heart skipped a beat, and I jumped to my feet. I realized that all the lights that had been on were now extinguished, leaving only the computer screen in front of me casting a pale glow.
The once-familiar classic Windows desktop had transformed into a chaotic display of snowflake patterns, flickering incessantly. I yanked off my wig and tossed it aside.
This Five Ghosts Wealth Formation required the brutal sacrifice of a woman on the fifteenth of each month. In her last moments, her soul would be forcefully extracted from her body and trapped within a pillar.
Thus, I had to use a talisman to conceal my own yang energy, don a wig, apply heavy makeup, and wear a uniform to wait here for this vengeful spirit to take the bait.
As I stood in the elevator, watching my reflection in its silver metal surface, I felt an overwhelming urge to slam my head against the wall.
The snowflakes on the computer screen gradually transformed into a swirling vortex. As I glanced at it, I felt as if my entire being was about to be drawn into it.
I clasped my hands together and began to chant a mantra. This helped suppress the dizziness in my mind. When I opened my eyes, a pale hand suddenly reached out from the computer screen and grasped my neck at the very moment I blinked. I felt an immense force pulling my body toward the screen.
Just as my head was about to touch the computer screen, I bent one leg forward and stepped back with the other, pressing my hands against the desk to barely resist this overwhelming power.
However, this meant that my fragile neck became the focal point of the force. I thought to myself that this was not good; if this continued, even if I wasn’t dragged into the computer, I would end up in a dire situation.
I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth and silently recited the mantra. Biting down hard on my tongue, I tasted a metallic sweetness in my mouth before lowering my head and spitting a mouthful of blood onto that pale arm.
A piercing scream echoed through the dark night, and that arm quickly retreated back into the computer, with the screen returning to its familiar interface.
I touched my neck and coughed a few times, finally feeling my breathing ease a bit. As I cautiously stepped back, trying to distance myself from the computer, I noticed something in the darkness behind me—long hair like vines twisting toward me…
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