Horror Studio

This week, Qian Jiangyue passed in a muddle-headed manner.

The original plans have all been disrupted, or that these plans have lost their original meaning.

After handling everything, Qian Jiangyue returned to her place of work.

Walking into the office, his return attracted the attention of most people. Under the gaze of these people, Qian Jiangyue sat back on his job.

Of course, he didn't come back here to adjust his mentality through work.

He came to resign. Because of frequent leave, his salary was not much left. The reason why he returned to the company was only because of his sense of responsibility.

"Reason? I'm not in the mood to work anymore." Qian Jiangyue sat in a chair, and opposite him was his boss.

A middle-aged man with a high hairline.

"Not in the mood? Is the job too boring? In fact, during your time off, the company tried to open up a new field. If you are interested..." The manager is still trying to stay.

The most important thing in R&D work is the result. As long as it can give a result that satisfies the customer or the target person, it doesn't matter what the process is.

The reason why this manager kept Qian Jiangyue was very simple. Qian Jiangyue's level was very high, even higher than him.

He can see this.

"I'm not interested. I'm here today just to handover work, and I won't come again in the future." The expression on Qian Jiangyue's face did not fluctuate.

"Did you find a better job?" The manager asked with a smile on his face.

"No, I won't be able to'work' anymore." Qian Jiangyue re-read the word'work', "I have my own business to do. As for what it is, I can only answer that it is a private matter. Just say that, I go first."

After speaking, Qian Jiangyue got up and stood up.

"Yi Cunling, you just don't want to work? In that case, how about choosing unpaid leave?" Before Qian Jiangyue left the room, the manager gave another idea.

"Whatever you want, I just come over and say it." Qian Jiangyue waved her hand and didn't stop her footsteps.

As Qian Jiangyue himself said, he just came to say goodbye.

There were no unnecessary conversations, no resignation dinners, he just sent an email and then left.

[Thank you for your continued care, the work handover is as follows...]

The car drove towards home, faster and faster, and the roar of the engine became louder and louder.

"You are speeding." A familiar voice came from the passenger seat.

Nan Yuan's tone had a hint of dissuasion, but it was not very strong, it was just a reminder.

The speed gradually slowed down and dropped to the normal range.

"I'm glad you can still listen to me. I hope this situation can continue." Nan Yuan turned his head and smiled.

Qian Jiangyue also laughed.

Suddenly, a black car stopped in front of him, quite close, and Qian Jiangyue didn't even see how the car appeared.

Have you encountered a supernatural event in the real world?

A conjecture appeared in Qian Jiangyue's mind. While thinking of this, Qian Jiangyue stepped on the brakes.

Although very reluctant, the two cars did not collide after all.

The vehicles following Qian Jiangyue honked frantically, turned the steering wheel, and drove into another lane.

Qian Jiangyue took a deep breath and looked at the car ahead. He found that not only the body and windows of the car in front were pitch black, but even the windshield was pitch black. It was completely unclear whether the car was a ghost or a human being.

If it were in the movie world, Qian Jiangyue had already escaped here at this time, but now it is the real world.

"What's the matter?" A dark-skinned traffic policeman appeared next to Qian Jiangyue's car window, "Is there something wrong with the car?"

"No, there is a car in front of me blocking me." Qian Jiangyue pointed to the front.

The traffic police looked in the direction Qian Jiangyue pointed, and then stretched out his hand, "Where? Where?"

"Yeah." While speaking, Qian Jiangyue was observing the traffic policeman's expression.

He found that the other party did not believe in himself.

The traffic police frowned, "Take out the driver's license and have a look."

Qian Jiangyue didn't say much, and handed over his driver's license.

The traffic police checked Pingwutong, then corrected the photo, and then returned the driver's license to Qian Jiangyue.

"Drinking?" the traffic policeman asked.

"No." Qian Jiangyue has realized that something is wrong.

Maybe the traffic policeman can't see the vehicle that suddenly appeared in front of him at all, or maybe the traffic policeman also has a problem.

At this time, Qian Jiangyue did not refute or apologize, but waited for the next step of the traffic police.

The traffic police took out the alcohol tester and asked Qian Jiangyue to blow at the air inlet for 5 seconds.

"Huh? Is it broken?" The traffic police shook the tester and found that there was still no significant change in the value, "Blow again!"

Qian Jiangyue did so.

The result remains the same.

"Are you taking drugs?" The traffic police squinted.

Compared with drunk driving, drug driving is more harmful, but it is not as common as drunk driving.

There is an alcohol tester for testing whether it is drunk driving, and there is also a saliva test for drug driving, but compared with an alcohol tester, the cost of saliva test is higher and it cannot be used as court evidence.

The safest method of testing is to perform a urine test. Unfortunately, it is very troublesome to implement.

"Huh? I bumped into this?" The traffic policeman looked at the special cotton swab in his hand, he hesitated for a while, and then asked, "Are you kidding me?"

"No, if there is nothing else, I will leave first." Qian Jiangyue shook his head.

Unlike the movie world, if you are injured in the real world, it is very likely that you will not fully recover.

He didn't want to be entangled anymore.

The traffic police did not let Qian Jiangyue leave easily. He issued a ticket for obstructing road traffic safety.

As the traffic police watched, Qian Jiangyue started the vehicle and gradually drove towards the black vehicle. Instead of believing that the person blocking his car was a ghost, Qian Jiangyue was actually more willing to believe in another possibility.

If this is really possible, it means that the future he has been worried about has already come.

The car slowly passed through the black car in front, nothing changed, nothing happened, and everything was intact.

Everything is just... my own illusion.

Qian Jiangyue parked the car on the side of the road. After the flame was turned off, he was lying on the steering wheel, his eyes blank.

The phone rang, Qian Jiangyue took out the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Is it Mr. Yi Cunling? This is the Huyang Mental Hospital."

"Yes."

"That's it. Today, a patient told us that he has something for you, which your mother asked her to pass on."

"What is it?" Qian Jiangyue asked.

"I don't know, you should come and see for yourself."

"Ok."

Qian Jiangyue sat down, turned the key, and put her right hand on the shift lever.

"Do you still have to drive by yourself? Why don't you try public transportation." Nanyuan said while looking out the window.

Qian Jiangyue glanced at the rearview mirror, then stepped on the accelerator.

All the way to the Huyang Mental Hospital, the strange things did not happen again.

Under the leadership of the nurse, Qian Jiangyue met a grizzly-haired grandmother, who he had met several times before, and she had no special place in the mental hospital.

"Grandma Jiang, Lian Banxue's son is here." The nurse yelled kindly~www.wuxiaspot.com~Hello. "Qian Jiangyue smiled.

"Oh, let me see." Grandma Jiang's actions were a bit slow, and her eyes were quite muddy, "Well, it's him." After confirmation, Grandma Jiang stood up and walked to her bed.

After a while, Grandma Jiang put a bag in Qian Jiangyue's hand.

"Okay, let's go." Grandma Jiang sat back where she said.

Qian Jiangyue opened it and found that it was an old MP3. He pressed the power button and it was still working, but there was no battery.

"Thank you." After thanking him, Qian Jiangyue left Huyang Mental Hospital.

When he returned home, he bought a matching charger to charge the MP3. After it had 50% of the power, he unplugged the charger and turned on the MP3. He found that there was no song in it, but there was a recording file.

"This is?" Qian Jiangyue's unclear premonition once again appeared in her heart, a stronger premonition than before.