I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

……

The moon has returned to normal.

As she left the player registration center, Ayan held the thin player card in her hand, looking at it from left to right, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at it.

"Sir, with this, can I get the same household registration certificate as you?"

The vengeful ghost seemed to be soaking in sugar water, drunk, floating up and down.

She turned around and walked backwards, turning her head 180 degrees, and excitedly gestured to Azhu:

"Brother, did you see that? Did you see that? My name is on it! And yours too! Shen Yan, Shen Zhu! Your full name!"

Azhu didn't say anything, but her face was cold as she shed red tears.

Ghosts cannot shed tears.

Therefore, when their emotions fluctuate greatly, their eyes will uncontrollably bleed.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, they didn't know what the ID card meant to two old ghosts who had been dead for many years.

The two ghosts were slaves in life and could not be freed even after death. It was not until they entered modern society that they obtained their own true identity documents.

It's true what they say: in the old society, people were replaced by ghosts, and in the new society, ghosts are turned back into people.

"You gave it to me so easily."

Azhu whispered as if asking Song Mo, or perhaps confirming something, before carefully placing the player's certificate into her bosom after a long while.

He moved very carefully, as if he were hiding a small treasure in his chest.

"This is your player ID card. You'll need it to apply for your own ID card later. Once the policy for non-human players to register their residency is introduced, we'll all be registered under one household registration book."

Song Mo didn't offer any empty words of comfort; he simply smiled and adjusted his sunglasses.

"Let's go buy a house tomorrow."

The two ghosts, Azhu and Ayan, looked up at the same time.

"That house is too small now. You don't even have a place to hang things up."

Song Mo spoke casually, as if he were talking about what to have for dinner tonight: "Tomorrow we'll buy a big house, preferably one with a yard, so you'll have much more freedom of movement."

Ah Yan's eyes instantly reddened, the whites of her eyes rolled back uncontrollably, and blood seeped from the corners of her eyes, flowing down her cheeks—

Azhu's face was expressionless, except for two red bloodstains rolling on the ground from the corners of her eyes.

Passersby looked over curiously.

A little boy in a school uniform opened his mouth as if to shout, but his mother grabbed him and whispered, "Don't look, it's a non-human player."

The child stopped crying and just opened his eyes wide and exclaimed "Wow!" in curiosity.

It's obvious that the number of non-human players has increased in the past few days, and many people are no longer surprised.

They even deliberately avoided the man and the two ghosts, glancing at them curiously from time to time.

"Hey, hey, hey, please be mindful of public hygiene!"

But the sanitation worker sweeping the floor nearby came over carrying a huge trash can that was half a person tall.

The trash can was full, with a handful of yellow and black hair piled on top and a large bag of dried leaves at the bottom.

"What's wrong with you non-human players?"

He slammed the trash can on the ground and pointed inside:

"Look at this, it's only a few o'clock, and I've already collected three buckets! The tree stump inside keeps dropping leaves as soon as you walk in, it's like it's raining."

And that cat was fighting with the dog; dog hair was everywhere, I couldn't even sweep it all up!

Song Mo looked in the direction he pointed and indeed saw the old tree stump that had just been arguing with the staff standing by the roadside.

Its entire body was brown, and there were hardly any leaves left on its branches. The dry, hard bark looked like a large "囧" (a Chinese character for "awkward") face, as it twitched and picked up trash from the ground.

"Who's trash? Who's trash! This is my hair, waaaaaah..."

"You've worked so hard."

The man and the two ghosts exchanged a glance and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

As the three left, the tree stump blinked slowly, remembering the conversation it had overheard, and then followed them at a leisurely pace.

……

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……

Song Mo woke up very early the next day.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Azhu and Ayan hanging side by side on the ceiling.

The twin vengeful ghosts were so excited that they didn't sleep a wink all night. Now that they saw Song Mo had woken up, they didn't say anything, but their pupil-less eyes were wide open, their faces full of anticipation.

"If you keep doing this, I'll never dare to close my eyes when I sleep again."

Song Mo yawned helplessly and sat up in bed. A-Yan giggled, following her everywhere like a tail.

"Sir, sir, do we need to hire a broker when buying a house?"

"What kind of house are you looking to buy?"

"Ideally, it should have a garden and a fish pond! I want to keep fish!"

"Are we really, really going to buy a house? Do we have enough money?"

"Let me wash up first." Song Mo, with a toothbrush in her mouth, carefully examined her eyeballs in the mirror:

"...It's still a bit golden, I'll continue wearing sunglasses today...Don't worry, the house won't run away."

The last sentence was spoken to the two vengeful ghosts.

Ah Yan said "Oh," but still hovered longingly at the bathroom door.

Although Azhu didn't speak, one could still sense a hint of expectation from his back.

……

The neighborhood is always the most well-informed.

When Song Mo led A Zhu and A Yan out of the building and passed through the small square downstairs, they were met with a crowd.

"Little Song brought someone home last night? Oh my, they're twins! They look just like celebrities on TV."

"It's not just anyone, I noticed it a few days ago. She always orders three takeout meals a day. I was wondering how a young girl could eat so much."

"Which one of them is her boyfriend? These young girls nowadays...tsk tsk."

"What does she do again? Oh, I think she's a writer."

"Oh no, that's an old news story. I heard Xiao Song was already a player a long time ago."

"Really? Could we ask her to tutor our child?"

"You think being a gamer is easy? You might die in a dungeon any day. My neighbor's son's classmate's sister's family..."

So the topic shifted from the end of the Song Dynasty to last night's "moon winking" incident.

Did you guys sleep last night?

The middle-aged woman with her hair curled into thin curls put a bundle of chives into her basket, lowering her voice...

"The moon last night really did twinkle. My husband insisted that he saw something flying down from the sky, but I didn't believe him. Then this morning I checked my phone, and wow, everyone was talking about it."

"Exactly! My niece said it was on the news, something about a praying mantis eating people."

Another old man slapped his thigh:

"Didn't you see the news? There's something even weirder. They said the world's largest sea turtle hatching beach is where all the newly hatched sea turtles are running onto land instead of going back into the sea."

The experts said the moon was blinking, and that the magnetic field signal was wrong.

"It wasn't just sea turtles; I saw a video this morning showing a huge number of birds crashing into the glass and dying near the World Trade Center. The bird carcasses filled half a truck!"

"I heard that all the flights that took off last night were delayed."

"Thank goodness it only lasted a second or two, otherwise, would all the planes in the sky have crashed?"

"Didn't the experts say that many people are experiencing dizziness and vomiting, something called... what's it called again, 'lunar syndrome'!"

"That expert from the news? Oh dear, now that you mention it, I can't remember what that expert looked like."

"Me too, I just remember she was quite young."