My Years at the Polling Bureau

Far high in the sky, in the thick fog that could not see the sun, a huge figure leisurely passed by. Experts say it's a mirage. In the empty building at midnight, in the quiet corner, a vague person is still crying and waiting slowly. Experts say it's an illusion. In the dense mountain forest, on the flat mountain top, Huang Pizi worshiped the moon devoutly. Experts say it's fake and synthetic. Lin Jiu slashed the hanging ghost in front of him with his knife, and shouted, "Yes, yes, the expert is right!"