Special Incident Management Bureau File 0817
"At 39°12' north latitude, 117°21' east longitude, the old textile factory in Hexi District reported a 'ghosting' phenomenon, which has resulted in three missing persons."
As soon as the mechanical sound on the car radio ended, the black off-road vehicle ran over the gravel-covered road in the old factory area, and the dust raised was still filled with a moist smell of rust. I tightened my grip on the bronze evil-suppressing bell around my waist. The co-pilot, Old Chen, had already taken out the special handcuffs that glowed with cold light - they could lock evil spirits and were standard equipment in the bureau.
"This 'ghosting' is unusual." Lao Chen suddenly spoke and pointed outside the car window. I followed his gaze and saw that there was no one at the entrance of the abandoned textile workshop, but there were two overlapping shadows on the wall. One was a normal human shape, and the other looked like crumpled paper, with its limbs twisted around the former, swaying slightly in the wind.
This is the fifteenth year since the establishment of the Special Incident Handling Bureau. We call such things that are beyond common sense "abnormalities." Lao Chen and I are members of the Seventh Action Team, specializing in dealing with these troubles that "cannot be explained by science."
As soon as the off-road vehicle stopped, a small "click" sound came from the workshop, like an old textile machine spinning, but this factory stopped production ten years ago. I opened the car door, and the evil-suppressing bell suddenly made a quick and gentle sound, and the bell body glowed with a faint green light - this was a signal that there was strong abnormal energy nearby.
"Be careful, the spiritual pressure is three times stronger than the report." Lao Chen followed me, and on the screen of the detector in his hand,...
