I remember it was a Friday morning, I squeezed onto the bus to go to work as usual. With the Spring Festival approaching, there were still so many people on the bus, and it seemed that New Year's in this era didn't have the same flavor as when I was a kid.

  I remember when I was a kid, I especially looked forward to the New Year's festival because it seemed so much fun. The festive atmosphere back then was so thick and rich, and I could set off firecrackers from the first day of the new year all the way to the fifteenth.

  Although thinking about it now, using firecrackers to blast feces as a form of play was indeed quite disgusting.

  The train arrived at the station, I got off the car, it's so cold. I shivered and walked towards Fuzetang, but early in the morning, I found something quite strange. From a distance, I saw a young man standing at the entrance of Fuzetang, about 25 or 26 years old. He had a hesitant expression on his face, turning around at the entrance of Fuzetang, but not going in.

  I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with this big brother?

  Could it be business? So I went up and asked him: "I am from this shop, are you here to invite Buddha?"

  The man was taken aback, and without even turning his head, he said to me, "No, no, I'm just taking a look." Then he walked away without looking back. I thought to myself, is this guy sick? What's the point of peeking at the entrance of Fuzedao Temple so early in the morning? Is he waiting for the Buddha to reveal himself or for Wen Shu to fight the landlord?

  I walked into the store and found that Uncle Wen had already gotten up. The story has come to this point, but it seems that I haven't told much about Uncle Wen yet, so let me introduce him briefly here.

  Forty-year-old Wen Shu, for some reason, has not started a family. He has a house in the city, but it seems he doesn't live there often, and most of the time, he lives in the store. To be honest, sometimes I'm also puzzled - this old miser is very rich, at least tens of millions, but I've never seen him think about getting married and having kids. I wonder if this old guy is impotent, with a willing heart but insufficient strength?

  Wen Shu was still indulging in his comfortable life as a landlord, playing cards all day without getting bored. I admired him for that. When he saw me coming, he took out 10 yuan from his pocket and asked me to buy some breakfast.

  I gladly accepted the money from him. Although he usually has a greedy appearance, wanting money more than his life, but to me, he is very kind. Especially when he knew that I had no time for breakfast every day because of squeezing on the bus, he gave me money every day to buy breakfast for him and also brought mine out at the same time, which touched me deeply.

  So I took the 10 yuan and came to the nearby morning market, because there is a residential area nearby. So the stalls here are open very late, I saw that the big fruit in the pot was fried golden and looked good, so I bought eight of them, and then went to the old lady next door who sells soy milk and bought two bowls of soy milk. The soy milk here is very authentic, at least not too much water is added, I held a fried dough stick in my hand, walking back while eating, and surprisingly felt quite satisfied.

  It seems I'm not cut out for great things, just hoping to have three meals a day and be content with being a good person. Maybe later I'll get married and have kids. But thinking about getting married makes me sad again. Is it really impossible for someone like me to find salvation? Am I destined to spend the rest of my life without a wife and a warm home?

  While I was daydreaming, I suddenly looked up and said "Ah!" Guess what I saw? That little brat who was wandering around the entrance of the store earlier had come back again and continued to wander around.

  Several times he wanted to go in but stopped, I was chewing on a doughnut from afar and thought, aren't you sick? You're already so old and still shy?

  But he seemed to be in a hurry, maybe he really had something to say, so I wiped the oil from my mouth and walked up to him. When he saw me, he wanted to leave again, so I called out to him.

  He saw me calling him, so he stopped and looked at me with a hesitant expression. It was only then that I got a clear look at his appearance - he was quite a handsome man, with phoenix eyes and even a mole at the corner of his eye, which is typical of a pretty boy!

  But when I took a closer look, I couldn't help but feel uneasy, because I vaguely saw a black aura on his forehead, which was an omen of bad luck and misfortune. It was similar to the situation of that little fat boy from last month, only this guy's condition seemed even more dire.

  If that little fatty's dark energy is like a dark cloud, then this guy in front of me is simply like he has fallen into a dye vat. It seems that if the reason is not found in time, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he will have to go to the underworld to pick up his ticket.

  I didn't dare to take it lightly at this time, so I quickly asked him: "Brother, have you encountered any strange things in the past two days?"

  He was taken aback by my sudden words, looking at me with suspicion and distrust in his eyes. This is not surprising, after all, I'm still so young, if I say I'm a master of yin and yang, who would believe it? I need to think of a way to make him trust me.

  So I hurriedly told him, "I am a disciple of Wen Shu from Fuzedao. Since you were able to find this place, you must have heard of his name? Master Wen said that today there would definitely be someone with fate coming to the door, so I came out to welcome them. The words I spoke earlier were all from my master's mouth."

  He heard me say this and seemed relieved, asking: "Uncle Wen... is it really that effective?"

  I look at this big brother in front of me and think to myself, how can you be so stupid? You ask me, can I tell you that it's not working? Isn't this self-destructive behavior a signboard for your own shop?

  I'm also quite conflicted, after all I don't want to cheat him, but Wen Shu is indeed an old swindler, if he goes in then he'll definitely be cheated out of his money. But if I tell him that Wen Shu is a swindler, then he'll definitely turn around and leave. Although I don't want to get too involved in other people's business, right now I'm searching everywhere for the whereabouts of that escaped female ghost. In this city where paranormal events are already rare, I absolutely can't let go of any paranormal event. Because these might very possibly be clues for me to find the female ghost.

  At this point, I said to the phoenix-eyed man: "Of course, our Wen Shu is one of the top masters in Harbin, come on, let's go inside first, and then Wen Shu will help you."

  He nodded after I said that, and walked into the store with me. When Uncle Wen heard the sound of the door, he knew I was back, so he called out: "Xiao Fei, why are you so slow? Did you go buy breakfast or make breakfast?"

  "Uncle Wen! The person you wanted me to pick up, I've brought them back for you. Your calculation this morning was spot on!"

  Wen Shu, who was busy with the landlord, turned his head in surprise when he heard my shout. He saw the anxious-looking man beside me and saw that I was making eyes at him. This was a secret signal he had taught me before.

  Wen Shu indeed was an old slicker, immediately grasping my meaning and getting into character. He put on that air of a superior man again, smiling as he nodded at the other man and said: "I didn't expect I'd miscalculated the timing, thinking you young friend would arrive later. Alas, it seems I've truly grown old."

  The man looked at Wen Shu's ethereal and profound appearance, and he already completely believed what I said earlier. He hastily came to Wen Shu's side and anxiously said: "Wen Shu, my name is Xie Zhipeng, a colleague introduced me to you, saying that you're very effective, today I've seen it for myself, I believe it! You must save me!"

  Wen Shu's face didn't change color, he remained calm and said to him: "Young man, don't be in a hurry, tell me what happened to you. If I can help you, I certainly will."

  I fetched a stool for him to sit on first, then I also ran to the back of Uncle Wen and sat down, listening to Xie Zhipeng tell about the strange things he encountered.

  Xie Zhipeng is twenty-six years old and a small employee of a company. What I find coincidental is that he happens to be in the same company as Song Jia's boyfriend, which is the Yuan Group.

  He has been working at the headquarters of the Yuan Group for three years and even got a girlfriend in the company, planning to get married next year. Everything was going smoothly, but there is a strange rumor about the building where their headquarters is located, saying that every year seven people will die in that building. Year after year, until the number is reached. He wouldn't have believed such rumors, but after working in this building for three years, he has indeed seen colleagues die suddenly, either by jumping off the building or cutting their wrists. And there was one who died the most miserably, the elevator had an accident and fell directly from the 18th floor to the first floor, smashing into a meat pie.

  Why is this building so eerie? It's said that their leader had someone calculate it, and the feng shui master who came to examine the location of the building was shocked. He told the leader that the feng shui of this building has a special name: "Hanging Guest Scale Gold". This is a very ominous position. Originally, the land with "Hanging Guest Scale Gold" is extremely dangerous, and it's the kind of place where nothing good can be built except for a funeral home. However, because the boss of the Yuan Group liked this cheap land on the outskirts that hadn't been developed yet, he bought it and made it the location of their headquarters.

  This place has a good side, that is, people who build houses and do business here will not get rich overnight. After the headquarters of Yuan Shi Group was established here, it became more and more prosperous, becoming one of the largest real estate companies in Harbin in recent years. I remember when I hadn't graduated yet, I used to fantasize about working at Yuan Shi Group after graduation, because that meant a monthly salary of at least 4,000 to 5,000 yuan. The people there seemed like elites, and it wasn't just me, many of my classmates had the same idea. However, the threshold for entering Yuan Shi was too high, so after graduating in '06, very few of us were able to squeeze into Yuan Shi, and most of us could only find internships with a monthly salary of 1,500 yuan.

  But as the saying goes, 'A customer who haggles over every penny is not worth having.'

  Is there such a thing as a free lunch in this world? So every year, seven people have to die in this building before it's all over. Although this is an open secret within the company, under today's immense social pressure of competition, most people are blinded by money and benefits, so few people quit their jobs. I can understand why, because work is like prostitution - if you're not up to it, someone else will be. And everyone has the attitude that 'it's impossible for me to be so unlucky'.

  Moreover, the boss of Yuan's company is very righteous, and every year he takes out 5 million to distribute among these seven employees who "died on duty", so everyone has endured it. After all, in a company with so many people, the probability of it happening to oneself is only a few hundredths.

  It just so happened that Xie Zhipeng was not this kind of person, he used to be a complete atheist and would not believe in these so-called ghost stories. He still went to work as usual, preparing to save up enough money to get married with his girlfriend next May Day.

  But one day, bad news came and he was completely stunned. His girlfriend had an accident.

  That night he stayed with his girlfriend to work overtime, and at midnight he suddenly felt a bit sleepy, so he said goodbye to his girlfriend and got up to go make some coffee. But when he came back, he was stunned.

  Because he saw his girlfriend staring at her with a strange smile while typing on the computer, he felt strange. At that moment, she quickly grabbed a knife from the table and stabbed it into her neck, cutting off her trachea. However, she was still able to make a "heh heh heh" sound, then forcefully pulled out the knife.

  Warm blood splattered onto Xie Zhipeng's face, he was so frightened that he didn't know what to say, and hastily went forward to cover his girlfriend's neck while calling an ambulance. However, by the time the car arrived, it was already too late, because she had already cooled down, using a utility knife to cut her own neck open two-thirds of the way, leaving only a small portion of muscle tissue connected.

  When the rescue personnel arrived at the scene, they saw this eerie scene in front of them. Xie Zhipeng was already stunned and sat on the ground trembling, hugging his girlfriend. Both of them were covered in blood. His girlfriend's head had been severed, but a sinister smile still lingered on her face. The blood that sprayed out when she cut off her trachea splattered everywhere: on the ground, on their bodies, on the office desk, and on the computer desktop where a large character "four" quietly appeared in a new document.

  He stared blankly as they covered his girlfriend with a white cloth and carried her away, only then did he come to his senses, knowing that the love of his life had left him, he cried out and rushed forward, trying to stop them from taking her away, but it was no use.

  Because his girlfriend had already died. A few weeks later, her family appeared at the company and took away the "substitute money". He has been stimulated these days, and his spirit has been dazed. Unintentionally, he heard that his colleagues in the company have begun to whisper to each other, this is the fourth one this year.