Bu Tong is a scientist engaged in secret work. Although he is always misunderstood as engaged in illegal work, his life is quite comfortable.
Until that dream appeared.
Murders began to occur frequently around me.
There was always someone whispering in his ear in a mournful tone.
"Ooooooo, I'm so cold, I want some clothes."
"Damn it, his dog barked in the middle of the night again, ah... Can someone take care of it?"
"I don't want to live anymore, please help me!"
Isn't it? ! ! !
There's a new ephemeris, but where are the ghosts? Wasn't this thing falsified in the distant earth era? ! !
Ahhhh...
Can you please stop looking for me? ! !
The desolate universe, the lonely galaxy, and the problems left over from the ancient earth era are wrapped in layers of doubts.
When the fog peeled away layer by layer, someone spoke righteously:
Come on! Come on! Come out! Let me just say it! There are no ghosts and gods in this world! ! !
Intention: There are really no ghosts in this world. Trust me, I can explain it to you using science.