Back to the apartment with anxiety. This morning is not a bright day at all. The sky is dark and gray. The clouds are thick and gloomy, and the sun is almost invisible. Oh my god! Everything is like a violent sea storm that is crashing in Wit's mind. The words of the monk's advice are still in his mind. Isn't it just that evil ghost? Then who else could it be when he only dreams about her?
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After taking a shower and washing his hair, he tried to regain his senses by using cold water. When he dried himself, put on his clothes, and came out to sit with his butt in front of the desk in the room, Wit started to think of something!
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"We have to start by piecing together our dreams!"
"Yes! Since the monk only gave us hints, we have to solve this problem ourselves."
"Before, we were just afraid and closed our eyes and ears. Our minds were scattered and couldn't figure out anything. But this time, oh my god! Let's start thinking about what we've dreamed about. The answer must be in the starting point here!"
Slap the table! So happy! Outside, the sky was thundering, but Wit didn't care anymore. He quickly opened the drawer and took out several sheets of A4 paper, followed by colored pencils, pens, intending to write down everything he dreamed, write down every screamed word, anything he saw, anything he remembered, he would draw as much as he could.
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The sound of scratching on the paper was loud, contrasting with the sound of the rain that started to fall heavily. The light in the room focused on one point, seeing the dark shadow of a man curled up, his back bowed, looking down at the horrifying dream. These events had only happened to him not long ago. Wit believed that he must remember everything, until after about two hours, everything was finished.
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His back fell back and hit the back of the chair, letting the colorful pens fall from his hand and hit the floor. He could not believe his eyes that it was this crazy. The young man quickly stood up. He arranged the images and information written on the A4 paper, attached to the tape, before sticking them together on the wall to show the bigger picture. At this moment, Wit acted like he was an investigator. All that's left is to use a red rope and a sharp pin to connect these points, and he'll be just like the Conan cartoon.
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"Shit! Fuck! Can I have such a vivid dream?"
"Come on! You damn ghost! Where are you? What do you want? I'll find you! No matter how many of you are, I'll settle this!"
"For the peace of my life, since you won't let go of the elbow, I'll be the one to elbow you in the face!"
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The latest time he was this good at talking was when he dreamed of falling from a height. The scream had only been gone for less than 10 hours, but of course, when adrenaline rushes, people tend to do things without thinking.
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However, what Wit put on the wall was quite interesting, because the first picture was a picture of a large open space. When looking from a high angle, you'll see small yellow dots scattered all over the place. It's natural, wild, and mysteriously scary. I guess Wit drew this from the picture he dreamed about last night. If it weren't for falling from a really high place, you wouldn't be able to see something this wide.
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The next picture was circled with a huge red pen. It was a picture of a big old hip roof house. It was an old, dilapidated wooden house. It wasn't clear what color the house was, but the atmosphere looked extremely untrustworthy. A red magic arrow was drawn pointing to the roof that extended out in front. Wit drew a birdcage with latticework hanging down. Inside was a big owl locked in it. It stared at him, stared at everyone who looked in. He didn't know what it meant, so he made a big question mark over the owl.
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The house was two stories high and made entirely of wood. In front was a yard but no grass. Most importantly, there was a well on the left. It looked like the well we saw in the horror movie The Ring. It must be an artesian well used to store water. That helped create an atmosphere that made this wooden house look even more scary and creepy. "Does something like this really exist in this world?" was the message that Wit wrote in a note next to it.
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Further from the house, it was time to look around the area around the house. And that solved the doubts about the many yellow dots in the high angle image, because in fact, it was a vast marigold field. This hip roofed house was located in the middle of a marigold field, all alone. It was very strange, but dreaming like this really confirmed that Wit was not crazy, because he dreamed about these things in different ways. Looking back to yesterday, he had no way of knowing what the many yellow dots when he fell down were. But when he put the images he had dreamed about for many days together, and got the beginning and end right, he came up with the image of an ancient house in the middle of a marigold field.
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"Hmm..?"
"Then who are you? Are you the ghost of Mrs. Marigold?"
The annoyingness was still in the character. He was awake and not afraid, just don't dream because when he dreamed, the game would immediately turn around.
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Wit picked up the e-cigarette port and took a puff to relieve stress, alternating with opening the door and leaning his head outside to get some fresh air. He stared down at the spot where the security guard died. There were faint bloodstains still, and traces of animals being killed were still visible on the cement floor. The incident was still very new, to the point that even the rain hadn't completely washed it away. And he didn't dream. He still remembered the Thai music melody that the security guard played when the incident happened, which he also wrote down on the wall.
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He picked up his beloved smartphone, spread his fingers and pressed on the AI voice-decoding application that could identify who was humming into the phone, what song it was, and who owned the copyright. The smoke from the cigarettes was so thick, humming a Thai song without any melodiousness was just like that. The download bar appeared, the application was loading, and Wit himself was happy to wait.
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"Complete!"
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The result was as expected! Ai is really good, but it doesn't have the intelligence to dig up old music notes from people who hum crappy songs. It doesn't know what the song Wit is looking for is or who is the person Sing? But it can tell what kind of ceremony this kind of song is used in and in which region of Southeast Asia it is sung.
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"Wow! It works! That's enough.."
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Wit immediately stopped smoking. He quickly put the face back into the room before jumping to the wall to fill in the information. Now he knew which province the story was likely to have happened in. It must be around the central part of our country. And the province that grows a lot of marigolds must be here. All that's left is to find this ancient hip roof house. And her! The evil ghost that Wit tried to draw the face of.
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The lines and marks are all over the place. Drawing the woman in the dream is much harder than drawing the hip roof house and the birdcage. More than ten times, Wit tried to imagine her face. He even uploaded the image for the Ai app to help. But the resulting image was too beautiful. It was far from the horror he encountered in his dream. As a result, only this part of the wall was still empty. He couldn't fill in the description. There was only the description that said "A woman of about 20 years old, about 165 cm tall, oval face, pale skin, long black hair, fierce and sad eyes at the same time, high-pitched voice that is not hoarse."
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"Ring ringing!!!!"
The sound of a phone ringing interrupted.
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"Bing!"
Hanging the call without a care. Wit did not want to lose his focus on anything because the sound of thunder and lightning outside was enough.
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Until 1 hour passed, the ghost hunter was still busy searching for information. He still could not answer himself who the other spirits that the monk was talking about were. Why had he never dreamed about the other group of spirits? The walls were still empty of information in this area. The undesirable emptiness made the excitement gradually fade. Wit was like the rain at this moment that was starting to fade in intensity. He did not know that in a moment, the extreme excitement would hit him with great force!
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"Bam! , Bam! , Bam! ,CRASH! ,CRASH! ,CRASH! "
"Is there anyone in the room? Please open the door?!"
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"CRASH! ,CRASH! ,CRASH! ,CRASH! ,CRASH! "
"Is there anyone in the room.. Someone is coming to see you?!"
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The owner of the apartment knocked on Wit's door and he was about to open it.
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"What do you say, sir?"
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"Someone is coming to see you. She's waiting downstairs. She said she's called you many times but you haven't answered?! "
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"Is that so.. Okay, I'll follow you downstairs. Tell her to wait a moment."
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Then the door swung open and closed. The young man hurriedly walked over to check the call history on his phone first. When he checked, he found that it was a call from the HR aunt of the company that had called him more than 10 times! Not to mention the SMS messages that had been sent more than 20 times saying "Please call me back immediately. There's something life-or-death to tell you!"
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When he knew that, everything had to stop. His focus changed immediately. Wit hurriedly ran down the stairs of the building to the hall below in a hurry. He saw Auntie Hr standing holding an umbrella that was dripping wet, waiting. She looked extremely anxious. In the other hand, she was holding the phone tightly, indicating how serious the matter she was going to tell him was.
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"I'm really sorry, big sister... I just couldn't answer the phone!"
Wit quickly raised his hand to apologize for still wearing a cast. His breathing was rapid and labored.
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"Huff, huff, what's wrong with you? Why did you come all the way here to find me?!"
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The tears welled up in her eyes, some of them dripped down her chin. The red, bruised eyes of the older woman indicated that this was definitely not a good thing. She shook her head alternately and sobbed. The worst thing was probably grabbing Wit's hand and holding it while he was still wearing a cast. Then tell the young man to listen carefully, keep your cool.
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"Keep your cool, manager.. I came here to tell you that.."
"Right now.."
"Prao..~"
"Your girlfriend had an accident.."
"And everyone in the van..sob..sob..sob..sob..sob..sob."
"Dead..w..w~~!!!"
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"Huh? What did you say?!!! Say it again!!??"
"What the hell did you just say!!"
"What the hell is wrong with you!!? Who jokes about things like this!!!"
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The rain stopped but thunder rang out. The sky was clearing up and the sun was about to shine. But inside the hall of the building, Wit became close to going crazy. The grief made him go crazy. When will he realize that the spirits that the monk saw in the temple last night were actually the group of people in the van going home and Prao, his lover!