Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

The small living room was filled with an indescribable warmth and relaxation.

Su Ming doesn't like houses that are too big.

Because the space is too vast.

This is just right.

He lay lazily on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, looking completely at ease.

Tangtang nestled in his arms like a clingy kitten, scrolling through her phone.

Wen Qi sat upright at his desk, one hand on a thick notebook, the other holding a pen. His fingertips twirled as he carefully compared, wrote, and drew, his expression focused and calm.

She read the second fairy tale left by Chen Zhiwei once and never read it again.

On the floor next to the sofa, Coal Ball curled up in a ball, lazily yawned, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

The ghost who jumped off the building went to pick up Zhou Zhengyang.

I returned this time in 2012 with a letter from Zhou Zhengyang.

Not only Zhou Zhengyang, but also the letter from the human-skin ghost.

This is a special and bizarre section conceived by Chen Zhiwei in 2012.

We need to define some of these bizarre identities as "Awakened Outcasts" to legitimize their status.

This will lead to a completely new order where people manage people and ghosts manage ghosts.

The official attempt in 2012 proved to be highly feasible.

But the situation is different in every era.

How exactly to implement this will depend on the actual situation in 2026.

In the relaxed and lazy atmosphere, Su Ming suddenly remembered something, looked up at the girl in front of the desk, and broke the silence.

"Oh, right, the school beauty."

"Chen Zhiwei said time has sped up."

He gathered his thoughts and continued.

"2003 was one month short."

"I reckon 2012 is one month shorter."

These two months are like the end of the world; cutting them off is equivalent to them disappearing.

30 years and 360 months, two months disappeared, which, when spread out, is equivalent to 8 minutes less per day.

Eight minutes doesn't sound like much.

But this is just the beginning.

The more times the doomsday line is cut, the less time will be spread out.

Eventually, the number of hours per day decreased from 24 hours to 1 hour, 1 minute, and 1 second.

Therefore, Chen Zhiwei also called it: the end of the world.

Upon hearing this, Wen Qi nodded calmly, "Yes, I know."

Time keeps moving forward.

"As long as there is no large-scale split, the time will gradually stabilize, but it will not return to the original normal time."

Su Ming asked curiously, "Is it a big problem?"

Wen Qi replied without looking up, "Not big."

Fearing that Su Ming might not understand, she gave an example: "Reduced time is at most a chronic disease. Although it may be fatal, it won't kill you immediately."

This example was so vivid that Su Ming understood it immediately.

Compared to the sudden and devastating ailments in the doomsday scenario, the reduction in time is indeed not an imminent disaster.

"Oh, I see." Su Ming was relieved and continued scrolling through his phone.

He discovered that the official item inventory contained many sealed items he had never seen before.

These sealed artifacts did not appear before I traveled to 2012.

So he looked at Wen Qi again and asked, "School beauty sister."

"In 2012, I collected 21 sealed artifacts and threw them all into the Anthem of the Deep Sea."

"But why is it that the number of sealed items in the item storehouse has increased instead of decreased?"

Wen Qi patiently explained, "The sealed artifact was originally born in the past."

"When you change the old past, a new past is born, and naturally, new seals will appear."

"It's impossible to collect it all."

"The reason I had you collect the sealed artifacts before was to enhance your knowledge."

Su Ming responded with an "Oh".

Then, I opened the details of the new sealed items and checked their collection process one by one.

The contents of the document differed somewhat from his memory.

Those who have passed away return, while those who were once alive pass away.

This world is getting weirder and weirder.

Life and death are unpredictable, and time and space are distorted.

You may be alive today, but you might die tomorrow, and you might come back to life the day after tomorrow.

This is a concept that defies common sense.

Death and rebirth become blurred at this moment.

Anyway, Su Ming couldn't tell the difference.

Wen Qi appeared beside him at that moment.

Seeing this, Su Ming immediately moved to the side to make room.

Tangtang in his arms tensed up instantly.

She clung to his neck like a kangaroo, glaring at Wen Qi with some displeasure, determined not to let go.

After Wen Qi sat down, she took Su Ming's phone, swiped a few times, and asked, "How did it feel after you released the primal urge to proliferate your flesh?"

Su Ming thought for a long time, then scratched his head and said, "Actually, I don't know how to describe it either."

"My consciousness was instantly sucked away."

"Even with my tens of thousands of mental resilience, I only managed to implant a thought and retain a sliver of consciousness, preventing complete amnesia."

Wen Qi asked with some surprise, "Your mental resilience is over ten thousand?"

Su Ming proudly puffed out his chest: "Not bad."

"It's all the result of my own hard work."

He never mentioned Yu Mengnian's help.

Wen Qi didn't dwell on the question; he simply smiled slightly.

But those dark eyes made him feel quite guilty.

Just as he was about to explain, Wen Qi said with a smile, "After Shen Wanyu becomes a Destruction-level being, let's go to the 2003 Doomsday World and try to become a pseudo-Heaven."

Speaking of this ability...

Su Ming had wanted to try it for a long time.

So he immediately pressed for an answer.

"Why wait until Shen Wanyu becomes a Destruction-level being?"

Wen Qi didn't answer, but turned his head to look at the door: "Someone's here."

Bang, bang, bang! The knocking on the door rang out.

"Come in."

With Su Ming's permission, the door was slowly pushed open.

The newcomer was none other than the ghost who jumped off the building, the ghost in human skin, and Zhou Zhengyang.

As soon as Zhou Zhengyang entered, he rubbed his hands together and approached Su Ming, his eyes full of anticipation: "Your Majesty, I heard you brought me a gift?"

"Mm." Su Ming smiled. "I guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised."

He rummaged through his backpack and handed over the letter Zhou Zhengyang had written in 2012.

"Little Pi, you have one too."

The ghost in human skin was flattered and immediately bowed, solemnly accepting the letter that was his with both hands.

It never expected that it would have anything to do with itself.

Just then, Bai Xinglan led her medical team into the living room.

They quickly set up the equipment and began conducting a routine physical screening for Su Ming.

Because last time Wen Qi asked Su Ming, "Do you think Bai Xinglan is pretty?"

This time, Su Ming couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

Yes, it is indeed quite beautiful.

She was a beautiful woman with a clean and tidy demeanor, and a natural charm.

After checking Su Ming's basic vital signs, Bai Xinglan opened her personal file and began her routine questioning.

"Your Majesty, may I ask what color an apple is?"

It's that same set of seemingly naive, basic questions and answers again.

However, every now and then, Bai Xinglan would ask a similar question.

"There are green ones, red ones, and pink ones."

Su Ming answered truthfully.

Bai Xinglan recorded exactly what he answered.

"Your Majesty, is it safe to eat apples?"

"Can."

"Your Majesty, please describe the shape of this car."

"Your Majesty, please describe what humans look like."

"Your Majesty, is the sun spherical?"

"Your Majesty, if you were lost and needed to ask for directions, how would you ask for help?"

Su Ming answered whatever Bai Xinglan asked.

He had previously wondered if Bai Xinglan thought he was an idiot, wondering why she would ask such a childish question.

It wasn't until Bai Xinglan solemnly explained, "Your Majesty, if even these basic understandings have changed, then there is a serious problem."

After a round of questioning, Bai Xinglan packed up the files and equipment and signaled to the medical team to prepare to leave.

At this moment, Zhou Zhengyang, who was standing to the side, suddenly let out a roar like a lion.

"Ahhh~"

He trembled violently, his eyes wide open, staring in disbelief at the letter in his hand.

"2012! This was written by me in 2012!"

The human-skinned ghost beside him also froze on the spot, its eyes wide open and mouth agape, unable to recover for a long time.

The amount of information is too much; it's a bit difficult to digest.

"Your Majesty, you...you can go back in time?"

Zhou Zhengyang grabbed Su Ming's hand, his voice trembling.

Su Ming grinned and said casually, "Old Zhou, look at your mentality now, it's not as composed as it was when you were young."

"Don't make a fuss, it's basic operation, it's normal."

He raised his chin: "You've read the contents of the letter, haven't you?"

"Alright, now that you've finished watching, go and get ready."

"Chen Zhiwei wrote a very detailed plan for that special and bizarre department."

Zhou Zhengyang excitedly grasped Su Ming's hand: "Yes, Your Majesty, no problem, Your Majesty."

What followed was a series of extravagant and flattering praises.

After the praise was finished.

Zhou Zhengyang immediately composed himself, his face becoming solemn: "Then, Your Majesty, I will not disturb your rest any longer."

"This matter is of great importance; I must go back and deal with it immediately."

Su Ming was quite relieved about this.

Old Zhou is quite reliable.

Just as Zhou Zhengyang turned to leave, Su Ming called out, "Old Zhou, wait a minute."

He waved his hand, and two beams of black light rose up.

As the two iron chains rose, three figures gradually appeared in the center of the living room.

Let me introduce you.

"This is the Dean of Students at Heng'an Middle School. He is strict, has strong execution skills, and is very disciplined."

After Su Ming returned, he immediately chose three powerful ghosts.

They are destined to be the backbone of the Special and Mysterious Department in the future, which is what Chen Zhiwei specifically emphasized.

Once established, the Special and Mysterious Department will be larger than any other department.

Therefore, all the important positions will temporarily be filled by the ghosts controlled by Su Ming.

"This is the elderly lady from the Anthem of the Deep Sea, with profound experience and a calm demeanor."

The third ghost is something else entirely.

Su Ming patted its shoulder: "This is Tang Tang's father, and also my father-in-law."

"These three are all very close to the catastrophic level and could be promoted at any time."

"besides."

Su Ming shouted, "Coal ball!"

A little black cat appeared on his shoulder: "The coal briquettes are also temporarily in your hands. Remember, it's only temporary. I'm just here to help you out."

After scanning the area, Su Ming instructed the ghost who had jumped off the building, "You go too, but be quick-witted."

Then, he patted Zhou Zhengyang on the shoulder meaningfully.

"Old Zhou."

"The rest is up to you."

Zhou Zhengyang nodded solemnly and led the group of strange figures in bowing and taking their leave.

After they all left, Su Ming learned that the Dragon Kingdom had begun to step into a new era.

It seems that a new order will soon emerge on the world stage.