Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

As I walked out of the Chang'an International Hotel.

Yu Mengnian's displeasure was clearly written between her brows.

Why did she have to pay for Su Ming's meal?

If you don't have money, why did you offer to treat me to a meal?

Su Ming picked his teeth and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll pay you back."

"I'll ask Lao Zhou for reimbursement later."

"As you know, I come from 2026, where paper money is not accepted."

It's more than just not universally applicable.

Even if it were universal, Su Ming would be arrested immediately.

Charge: Suspected of counterfeiting currency.

The police will probably be full of curiosity and question you: "Since you can make such realistic counterfeit banknotes..."

"Why insist on numbering the years up to 2026?"

At that moment, Yu Mengnian answered a phone call, then looked up and said, "They've arrived."

Su Ming immediately stopped smiling.

"Where are we?" he asked.

Yu Mengnian glanced at the address sent to her phone and said, "Come with me."

Fifteen minutes later, the car drove into the mountainside on the outskirts of the city.

A secluded manor nestled among the trees stands quietly.

He glanced around casually and spotted several awakened individuals disguised as gardeners and servants.

One of them was an old acquaintance of Su Ming.

"Gu Shen, why is he everywhere?"

Su Ming clicked his tongue inwardly, not surprised at all.

Yu Mengnian didn't go into details about her own situation.

But the mere fact that they are Daoist partners is enough to make the Dragon Kingdom take them very seriously.

It seems that the higher-ups have mobilized all available resources without interfering with the handling of the abnormal event.

Yu Mengnian deserves such a generous offer.

At the manor gate, a tall and upright figure strode forward to greet them.

"Mr. Su, Mengju, you've arrived."

Su Ming was greeted by his old acquaintance, Zhou Zhengyang.

In 2012, Zhou Zhengyang was in his early thirties. He had shed the impetuousness and naivety of his twenties, and his eyes and brows were calm and his posture was upright.

He already exuded an aura of authority befitting someone in a high position.

"A dream?" Su Ming turned his head to look at Yu Mengnian.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhengyang quickly explained, "Mr. Su, you may not know this, but Mengju is the first director of the Bureau of Abnormalities."

Although he has stepped down, he still holds the position of deputy director.

Su Ming's expression became somewhat subtle.

He raised his hand and patted Zhou Zhengyang on the shoulder, without saying a word, but it was as if he had said everything.

It was the first time he had seen this, and the director bowed and greeted the deputy director.

It's fair to say that this situation is perfectly reasonable for Yu Mengnian.

Push open the door.

Several people were already seated in the spacious and luxurious living room.

Shen Wanyu sat upright to one side.

In 2012, she was at the perfect age of thirty.

Time has refined her into a perfectly mature and gentle demeanor.

In addition, her years of experience in high society have given her an innate air of nobility.

She appeared dignified and elegant.

Tangtang was also there.

In 2012, Tangtang was 13 years old. Her round face showed a childlike innocence, and she was tightly hugging a teddy bear.

Her eyes were slightly red, her fingertips unconsciously clenched the hem of the doll's clothes, and her whole body exuded tension and fear.

But when she saw Su Ming, her pupils lit up, and her gaze seemed glued to Su Ming, unable to look away even for a moment.

Until Su Ming nodded and smiled gently at her.

She abruptly turned her head, lowered it, and blushed.

As expected of Tangtang.

She is also the only girl who genuinely likes herself without being affected by the forced favorability mechanism.

She really likes Su Ming's looks.

Su Ming used to disbelieve in love at first sight, thinking it was just lust at first sight.

It wasn't until Tangtang appeared that he truly understood that such pure affection truly existed in the world.

On the other side of the living room sat a little girl of eleven or twelve years old.

Her body was tense and her back was stiff.

Despite the fear hidden in her eyes, she forced a docile smile onto her face, like a doll wearing an exquisite mask.

Without a doubt, she must be the prototype of the cursed doll: Xu Qinghe.

Su Ming vaguely saw a resemblance to Wen Qi in her.

She resembles Wen Qi, but their mindsets and destinies are worlds apart, like an insurmountable chasm.

"Um?"

Then Su Ming's gaze fell on the most secluded corner of the living room.

There was also a young girl squatting there.

She turned her back to everyone, curled up, wishing she could completely melt into the dim shadows.

Her clear, large eyes were filled with panic as she cautiously and quickly scanned the room.

Then she quickly lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling, her eyes filled with unease and timidity.

Like a fawn that has wandered into a crowd, startled and at a loss.

If Su Ming wasn't mistaken, she was Lin Jiajia.

A girl who is naturally timid and suffers from severe social anxiety.

Just then, the living room door was suddenly pushed open.

A girl wearing a white lab coat, with messy, casual hair and a slightly sloppy look, barged in.

As soon as she came in, she excitedly rushed towards Yu Mengnian and shouted, "Niannian, I missed you so much!"

But the next second, Yu Mengnian suddenly disappeared.

The girl fell to the ground, looked up pitifully, her face full of grievance.

It was Chen Zhiwei.

She was Yu Mengnian's only friend.

At this point, everyone had arrived.

In addition to the familiar faces, there are two new faces: Xu Qinghe and Lin Jiajia.

just.

Wen Qi is not here.

She will never appear in the Doomsday Line again.

The image of that small room in the Jintai residential area of ​​Ninghai City involuntarily surfaced in Su Ming's mind.

The lights were warm, and everyone sat together, seriously discussing strategies for dealing with the apocalypse.

That scene feels like it happened just yesterday.

When I came to my senses...

A human face appeared before my eyes.

Chen Zhiwei got up at some point and moved extremely close, almost touching Su Ming's face.

A pair of bright, sparkling eyes, full of intense curiosity, looked him up and down.

Su Ming pushed her away and warned, "I advise you not to get so close to me all of a sudden."

"The last time it suddenly came over, it almost killed me."

That's the absolute truth.

If you don't believe me, you can ask the rotting ghost in the dry well.

He really almost died.

At that moment, Su Ming shouted "A ghost!" and then smashed it to pieces.

Chen Zhiwei looked as if she had seen a ghost.

"You are... Nian Nian's Daoist partner?"

After saying that, she pointed at Su Ming, turned her head to look at Yu Mengnian, her expression exaggerated, and her tone full of heartache: "Niannian, you're so desperate for men, you must be crazy."

"What do you like about this guy?"

"Aside from being a bit handsome, he's just average."

Su Ming's eyes twitched. Without wasting words with her, he lifted Chen Zhiwei up and ran his finger across her lips, causing them to close together.

Turning back, he said to Zhou Zhengyang, "Close the door."

"Okay, Mr. Su."

"However," Zhou Zhengyang hesitated slightly, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Su Ming knew what he wanted to say.

He represents the Dragon Kingdom, so he has to stay.

He not only had to stay, but also had to report the progress to his superiors at any time.

After all, the higher-ups attach great importance to this matter.

"I see."

"Find a place to sit down."

"The content of our conversation wasn't a big secret."

Zhou Zhengyang's face lit up instantly, and he quickly replied, "Okay!"

After saying that, he pulled out a small folding stool from behind his back.

Then he sat nimbly in the corner of the living room, his back ramrod straight, holding a pen and paper in his hand, looking like he was about to take notes at any time.

Seeing this, Su Ming rubbed his temples speechlessly.

As the bureau chief, he always carries a folding stool with him.

And she also very shrewdly sat in the corner of the living room.

The sense of proportion was just right.

No wonder he was able to follow Yu Mengnian before, and later became the second director of the Anomaly Management Bureau.

With this attitude, he would like it even if he were in a higher position.

Then, Su Ming walked to the center of the living room, clapped his hands lightly twice, and coughed once.

"I know that everyone has countless questions in their hearts."

"But that's okay, we can talk slowly."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Su Ming, and I'm from 2026."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire living room fell into a deathly silence.

All eyes turned to Su Ming, their pupils dilated slightly, and their faces were filled with astonishment.

Zhou Zhengyang, who was in the corner, trembled and dropped his pen. His mouth was wide open and his expression was blank.

Chen Zhiwei suddenly turned her head to look at Yu Mengnian.

After Yu Mengnian nodded slightly in confirmation, she looked at Su Ming with an incredulous gaze, which then turned into an extremely fiery look.

"I know this is hard for people to accept."

"You even think I'm crazy."

"But that's okay, I'll explain later."

"As for now."

Su Ming took out a stack of sealed envelopes from his pocket.

"Wu... Wanyu, this is yours."

"Tangtang, this is yours."

"Chen Zhiwei, this is yours."

"Old Zhou, this is for you."

Zhou Zhengyang, who was sitting in the corner, was flattered and quickly stood up.

There were even letters from him.

Xu Qinghe and Lin Jiajia were the only two people who did not receive a letter.

In the post-apocalyptic timeline of 2003, Su Ming did not find their prototypes.

After they finished reading the envelopes one by one, everyone was stunned by the sheer volume of information, their minds reeling, and they remained speechless for a long time.

Only Chen Zhiwei was making whimpering sounds around Su Ming, seemingly very anxious.

After Su Ming restored her mouth, her first words were: "The notebook, the notebook, give me the notebook quickly."

This is very much like Chen Zhiwei.

When Su Ming handed her the three black notebooks, she immediately quieted down and lay down on the ground to carefully read through them.

After everyone calmed down a bit, Su Ming's voice rang out again.

"Now, I'll talk about the 2003 doomsday timeline and what exactly happened."

"And why I came to 2012."

Su Ming began to slowly recount his story.

At this moment, even Chen Zhiwei, who was focused on flipping through the notebook, looked up.

As Su Ming narrated.

The atmosphere in the living room grew increasingly oppressive and heavy.

Everyone frowned, their expressions grave.

This is no longer a simple secret, but a truth that completely shatters worldviews and tears apart all common sense.

After Su Ming finished speaking, the living room remained deathly silent.

Everyone lowered their eyes in deep thought, trying to process what they had learned.

Su Ming didn't disturb them, but slowly walked over to the sofa and sat down.

Then he looked up at the luxurious crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the living room.

This crystal chandelier is so beautiful.

Dazzling and sparkling, with sharp edges and translucent surfaces, it is impeccably gorgeous.

But it is ultimately too fragile.

The entire weight of the lamp is tied to the seemingly sturdy thin rope overhead.

Once the thin rope breaks.

It will fall and...shatter into pieces.