Chu Huai, male, 29 years old, host of municipal traffic radio station.
Every morning when I open my eyes, I feel like I have been dead for a while.
At twelve o'clock in the evening, after getting off the night shift, Chu Huai opened the door and sat on the sofa for half an hour before exhaling a breath. Then his phone vibrated and a piece of news popped up.
"Sudden! Shang Xingyi was involved in a serious car accident and died on the spot!"
The first reaction was hesitation. He had just mentioned the music king on the show.
The second reaction is——
The phone vibrated several times in succession. The station leader had forwarded the news to the work group and @him:
[@chuhuai Thank you for your hard work, the content of tomorrow morning's program will be adjusted to commemorate Shangxingyi]
Chu Huai was thinking in a bit of hell that he was not far away from meeting Shang Xingyi.
So I stayed up all night rewriting the content of the program until my eyes were blurred, my head hit the computer table, and I lay there for five minutes, then looked up again——
Did you really see Shang Xingyi? !
... Very good, he worked overtime until he had a schizophrenia.
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Ghost, male, unknown age, no memory.
He squeezed out of the twisted and deformed car, dragging his broken body and crawled across half of the city in the heavy rain before finally coming to a stop.
Found you.
The light bulb sizzled, turning on and off, and blood seeped out of the ground, winding around and wrapping around the opponent's ankles. The ghost's voice was hoarse and broken:
"Chu, Huai..."
[Note] I really had no idea about the previous one, so I changed it to this one.
Intention: See all things in ordinary life
