Volume 5: Qingming Chapter 14: Demands
Gu Yao looked at Tang Butian who was sitting in front of her.
Fifteen or sixteen? She didn't look like that from her behavior. But she didn't look like an adult either. Her facial features were too delicate and her expression was too indifferent. Together, she looked like a doll. Could it be that she wasn't a human?
"Name?"
The cold voice interrupted Gu Yao's wandering thoughts.
"What?"
"Your name." Tang Butian repeated.
"Gu Yao."
Tang Butian nodded slightly, and she asked, "Age and place of origin."
"He was 26 years old when he died. He was from Tangjiang."
"When did he die?"
"He died four years ago in the fall."
"What was the cause of death?"
"Cancer, breast cancer. Xiaohui was born in the spring. I originally thought I could live to see her third birthday."
When Jiang You walked down the stairs, he saw Tang Butian questioning Gu Yao in a serious manner as if he was taking notes.
After hearing the footsteps, Tang Butian and Gu Yao looked in the direction of Jiang You at the same .
Jiang You walked over to Tang Butian, pulled out a chair and sat down. He asked Gu Yao directly: "What is your request?"
"I want, I want..." Gu Yao bit her lip, "I want to be with Wensong. I want him to see me. Once is enough. I have something to say to him. Even in a dream, I..."
"I want to explain something," Jiang You interrupted Gu Yao and said, "Your soul has already dissipated for the most part. If I take away your obsession, you will disappear completely. Are you mentally prepared for this?"
"some."
"Will twenty minutes be enough?"
"Can."
"Give me the beads." Jiang You stretched out his right hand towards Tang Butian.
Tang Butian placed the black bead in Jiang You’s palm.
Gu Yao opened her mouth, and when she wanted to say something, Jiang You threw the bead upwards.
He said, “Just stay here for a while.”
Gu Yao trembled, then floated up uncontrollably, her face and body twisted, and finally turned into smoke and was sucked into the bead. The bead fell down and landed in Jiang You's palm again.
He stood up, walked to the counter, put the beads into the sugar bowl, grabbed a few candies and covered them, then opened the drawer and took out a few pieces of drawing paper. Then he walked back to Tang Butian and put the drawing paper in front of her. "My son drew this."
Tang Butian flipped through the drawing paper.
Jiang You pointed his right index finger at a red uneven curve. "Look at how well he expresses this line. This sense of space and rhythm is so spiritual."
Tang Butian stared at the painting for a while and said, "The color combination is good."
"That's right, basic."
"Are you going to help them meet?" Tang Butian changed the subject.
"Her husband, that Wensong, Fang Wensong, you've met him too, he's the father of the little girl we were at the Science and Technology Museum."
"Is it him?" Tang Butian remembered.
"It's him. I happened to meet them when I took Jiang Mo to visit the graves during the Qingming Festival. She was buried next to Jiang Mo's parents, so we were neighbors." Jiang You folded the drawing paper together again. "She's not afraid of being torn apart by the hot sun..."
"She's not afraid of the sun?"
"Probably, maybe some adventures or something like that," Jiang You took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with a tissue, "I feel that death is the end. Seeing someone one more time or saying one more word won't change anything except bringing some troubles to the living."
"Why didn't you tell her?"
"I'm not doing ghost life consulting. I don't have to make a PPT, a few data charts, test the Enneagram, and give them a few development model paths," Jiang You leaned on the table, "I just think Fang Wensong is doing well now. He's broad-minded and plump, and the girl is also cheerful and lively."
"So you didn't want to care?"
Jiang You put on his glasses and looked at Tang Butian, "Yes."
"And now?"
"She ran to Wenhua Street," Jiang You said helplessly, "If I refuse, she will continue to look for someone who can help her. It's better for her to help me boost my second quarter's performance."
…
graduate School.
Lin Yu's consciousness floated out of his body again.
He saw himself, with his eyes tightly closed, wearing a breathing mask and lying on an operating table. Behind the bed and beside the bed, there were many instruments, with numbers and symbols that he couldn't understand jumping on the screen, and some thin tubes connecting the instruments to his body.
His body was full of tubes.
He looked around. It was a room with walls on all sides and no windows.
He floated towards the door, stretched out his hand, and passed it through the door.
He went out.
There was a corridor outside the door, and there was no one there. He seemed to be being pulled forward and floated forward. He saw people wearing blue coats and masks, surrounded by some strange things. He passed through one room after another. It seemed that no one saw him, and no instrument could detect his presence.
He arrived at a familiar place, Ji Xiaozhen's office, he went in, and then he stopped.
Ji Xiaozhen sat behind the computer and said, "The results are out."
Wu Yulan pulled a chair and sat next to her, "How is it?"
Ji Xiaozhen scrolled down the page with the mouse. "Based on the basic items, it's normal. It doesn't look like it's been possessed or corroded."
"The boss also said that he didn't feel any problem."
"It could also be his own hallucination. Let's do a few more tests and see . Maybe we need to ask someone from the mountain to come here..." Ji Xiaozhen turned her head and glanced at Wu Yulan. "Will you stay in Tangjiang in the future?"
Wu Yulan shook her head and said, "Let's talk about it after the Jinghu Club matter is concluded."
"Will Sang Xu's son take over the Special Operations Department?"
"For now, Tang Butian is still in charge. What will happen in the future depends on what the boss is going to do," Wu Yulan smiled, "The worst is over."
"He has a very good physical condition," Ji Xiaozhen looked at the data on the screen, "I plan to give him some deep stimulation..."
Just as Lin Yu was about to listen, he floated outwards again, out of the office. His speed was getting faster and faster, and finally he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and then he knew nothing.
