Free Web NovelChapter 84: Chapter 2: Codename: Spirit Disaster Bureau
The strange post came to an abrupt end here.
Just as he was about to leave the thread to browse others, he was surprised to see a refresh notification in the replies below. After a whole month, the original poster, "EveningWind," had actually returned to reply.
Post #105:
EveningWind:
Thank you to everyone who still remembers me.
Let me say it again: everything I wrote really happened!
Maybe one day, you’ll run into something similar in your own life. If you do, you have to remember this: follow my methods. It’s the best way to survive!
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Post #106:
User C:
OP, hurry and tell us what happened after you called the cops!
Pulling up a chair.
Can’t wait.
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Post #107:
EveningWind:
Let’s see, where should I begin?
Right, it was after I called the police and someone started knocking on my door.
I looked through the peephole and confirmed it was two officers, a man and a woman, so I felt safe enough to open the door.
After they came inside, the two officers heard the grunting sounds, and the color drained from their faces.
I suggested they open the window to see what was going on. The female officer said that wasn’t necessary. They took a few photos for evidence, then gave me a phone number. She told me to call it, explain the situation, and that specialists would be sent over to handle this sort of thing.
As for that night, I could stay at the station temporarily, where they had cots and hot water. A lot of people were there for the same reason—they’d run into something weird, couldn’t go home, and were staying there temporarily.
Of course, it was bound to be crowded. Far too many people had been calling in reports lately.
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Post #108
EveningWind:
Even the cops couldn’t handle it. I had no choice but to grab my toiletries and go downstairs with them, dialing that mysterious number as I went.
Even though it was midnight, the call connected. It was a female customer service agent. She asked what my problem was, and, filled with doubt, I told her about the strange things that had been happening.
The agent on the other end took down my information after asking for my address. She told me the queue was just too long right now, and they couldn’t be sure how long it would take to handle my case. I’d probably have to wait a while, and they would notify me when it was resolved.
The agent then warned me not to go home anytime soon, if I wanted to stay alive. I asked her where I was supposed to live if I couldn’t go home. Her tone turned ice-cold. She said that was my problem and not within their scope of service, then hung up on me.
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Post #109:
EveningWind:
Honestly, I wasn’t holding out much hope to begin with.
I spent the next week crammed into a youth hostel with seven or eight other girls.
Then, three days ago, I got another mysterious call. This time it was a male agent. He told me the problem with my apartment had been resolved. No one would be dancing strangely on the tenth floor anymore.
I tried to ask for more details, but I could hear a lot of other phones ringing in the background. The male agent was very impatient. He just said there were other calls waiting and hung up.
For one, I was almost out of money anyway. So, with a heart full of anxiety, I returned to my tenth-floor apartment. That night, at ten o’clock, the strange sound and the old man never came back again.
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Post #112:
User G:
Can you share the number?
My house is fine for now, but reading these posts is making me really paranoid. Better to have it just in case.
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Post #113:
User I:
These people don’t have a fixed number. They change it periodically. Asking for it here is pointless.
They’re experts at dealing with ghosts. But because they’ve dealt with so many, they’ve started to attract the attention of some of the more intelligent, powerful ones.
That’s why they’re so hard to find.
From what I know, their codename is the "Spirit Disaster Bureau."
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Gao Tian had seen the name of this organization, the "Spirit Disaster Bureau," more than once in the past two weeks.
’An official organization for handling supernatural incidents might actually exist,’ Gao Tian thought.
’After all, the supernatural is reawakening all over the world. There’s no way the higher-ups in every country haven’t noticed. When ordinary people encounter something paranormal, they have no way to fight back. They can only wait to die. Just like my first time facing that face-shredding ghost.’
’If things are allowed to keep getting worse, it’ll eventually lead to catastrophic events. Entire cities could even be destroyed.’
He clicked on the next thread.
[Rainy Woman]
Original Post:
CatEatingFish:
Is anyone there?
Anyone. Please, can someone help me?
I’ve tried everything. I’ve found Daoist priests and Buddhist monks, but no matter what I do, I can’t get rid of that strange woman.
I think I’m going to die soon. It all started with that strange videotape.
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Post #1:
CatEatingFish:
This started about a month ago, maybe longer. I don’t know anymore. I feel like I’m going insane.
My younger friends out there might not know this, but nowadays all our videos, books, and music are uploaded to the internet. You can download anything in seconds with just a click.
But back in the day, all that important media was stored on videotapes.
When I was moving last month, I found a strange videotape among my father’s things. He had been an exchange student and studied abroad for a time when he was young. We never had a good relationship growing up. My mother died when I was very young, and I moved out not long after I started working. In my eyes, he was always a very strange man. For a long time after he died, I didn’t even dare to touch his belongings.
That one moment of curiosity ruined my life.
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Post #2:
CatEatingFish:
My father’s possessions were simple. Besides some clothes, bedsheets, and journals, there was a single videotape. I had no idea what was on it, and he had never mentioned it to me. I figured it was probably footage he shot when he was studying overseas. After all, back in his day, video cameras were fashionable gadgets and hard to find in our country.
After I burned the rest of his belongings, only the videotape was left. I was going to burn it as well, but a friend of mine owns an old audio-video store and still has players for these old tapes. He convinced me to watch it first—to satisfy my curiosity—and then burn it.
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Post #3
CatEatingFish:
The contents were nothing like I imagined. It was just a baffling, meaningless scene. I can’t imagine what state of mind my father was in when he recorded this, or why he’d treasure it and keep it sealed away until the day he died.
The video quality was blurry. It showed a muddy path. Judging from the scenery, it was impossible to tell if it was filmed in our country or abroad.
The sky was a hazy gray, and it was raining constantly. The sound of the downpour was ever-present.
The entire video was a single, static shot.
A woman in gray clothes stood motionless in the rain under a white umbrella.
The woman was very tall, but her legs were strangely short. The pure white umbrella obscured most of her face, leaving only a pair of blood-red lips visible.
She just stood there, perfectly still. If it weren’t for the rain continuously falling on the recording, I would have thought it was a freeze-frame.
