When I first went to the radio station, I almost scared me to death.

The minister sat on a chair at the radio station, while the Japanese soldiers and the Red Army surrounded the entire room.

The surroundings were so full that I watched me apply to the minister to join the ministry.

Then the minister was very pleased and agreed and took me to visit the set of broadcast equipment.

In front of me and in front of those ghosts, the minister taught me how to operate again.

While operating, the minister said that it is not easy to get a newcomer. If nothing unexpected happens, I will be the next president and I hope I can continue to hand over the baton.

I subconsciously asked about the ringtones of the weekend broadcast, and the minister said that the school's broadcast was a separate device. Although it was available for one channel with the radio station, it was not in the same place.

This was also what the teacher asked the principal at that time that the school ringtone equipment was bought from foreign countries at a high price. I asked where the equipment was? The minister said it was on the radio station.

I tried to go to the utility room upstairs, and the door was locked with an old-fashioned lock.

I guess only the teacher in charge can open the door. As long as I get locked, I understand that ghosts should not be able to get in.

But I don’t know if there are ghosts locked up inside, I don’t have a key or the situation inside.

The answer to all this was answered after the minister played a new song that these ghosts had never heard of.

At that time, I was the only minister and I in the department, and the "Red Army" around me actually grabbed the minister's head.

And someone else did it above my head, and the minister and I seemed to be under control and did not listen to their own orders.

The minister seemed to have lost consciousness, but I could still see the picture in front of me.

The ghosts controlled the minister and used the department's computer to find the song again, and copied the lyrics on paper with the minister's hand while listening.

And I controlled me to get up and press the door, as if I should prevent others from coming in.

After the lyrics were copied, the song was played about three times.

The minister was then controlled by the ghosts to stick the note facing upwards on the top of the filing cabinet, and then sat back to the position.

I also returned to my seat, and after that moment, the minister returned to awakening and I could move.

I could see the "Ghosts" and the "Red Army" climbing onto the cabinet and singing lyrics over and over again, but I could only see the opening of my mouth but never hear the sound. After all, I only have eyes that can psychic ears but cannot.

I thought that ghosts also have another ability, which is to control humans to make movements.

Later, when I arrived in the third year of junior high school, I had the key to the department and became the minister. After the old minister graduated, he went to a junior college.

I used to close the door and climb up the cabinet from the sofa while there was nothing in the room.

The lyrics are filled with dense pages of new or old white paper.

There is also a tape inside, with all the front and back sides blank.

I tried to put the tape drive in the radio station and plugged in my headphones to listen.

What came out of the headphones was not a song, but a recorded school ringtone.

I thought about the reason why there were ringtones on weekends was that these ghosts controlled people.

But I don't know the mechanism inside, and I don't want to be controlled.

When I was at the radio station, I could only put a mirror on the table. Every time I met the ghosts behind me, I often nodded and praised the good songs. I would pretend to be nice and put them in the room several times, so I never got controlled again.

I came to a girl in my third year of junior high school and loved radio.

She took over the position of minister and after learning, I passed on the position of minister.

And I often see many "aggressives" and "Red Army" behind the school's security guard Lao Wangtou, and the security guard Lao Wangtou must have the key to the radio room. Lao Wangtou should be the one who rang the ringing ring on the weekends of this school, and I also studied Lao Wangtou with great interest.

After secretly observing, I discovered some rules of possession before graduating from the third year of junior high school.

The so-called possession is actually a joint manipulation of a few ghosts.

The first ghost covers the human eye, and the other ghosts touch the limbs. With the joint cooperation, one person's actions are controlled.

But this kind of movement is restricted by many because ghosts cannot really touch people.

Moreover, these ghosts repeated these actions just to make themselves entertain themselves, and they seemed to have never hurt anyone.

I gave up on research, after all, I was going to graduate from junior high school.

I didn't pass the high school entrance exam, but I went to a nearby junior college because of my poor grades.

I learned about fashion design, but in private I like to visit some supernatural posts and forums.

I am different from other people visiting these forums, and others look for interesting supernatural events in these forums.

But I am looking for the truth in these supernatural events, after all, I can see the ghost. I know that these supernatural stories are real, and the deeper I get, the more interesting these things are.

The second year of the technical secondary school, my family turned around and the whole village encountered the reconstruction of the urban village.

The whole village has become a nouveau riche. The parents have received hundreds of thousands of cash and three resettlement houses delivered because of their houses, grandparents’ houses and fields.

At that time, my parents called happily to talk about this matter and asked me to treat my eyes.

Use the best equipment, ask the best doctor and the best materials.

But I rejected all the things my parents asked, because I didn't want to lose my unique talent.

To be honest, the village has become a city, and some elderly people are not used to urban life. Gas, natural gas and even water and electricity fees have become problems. Some rent out their houses. Parents only live in one house for three houses and rent two for three houses. Almost all the elderly people who are used to it have started to do things.

After the building was established, the farmers who originally farmed in the village changed their careers to help the community contract turf greening.

The grandparents, who were skillfully wielded and helped sweep the floor, took over the property of the community and helped clean the floor. They originally wanted to clean the community. Isn’t it nice to get money by cleaning the community? They started a business of collecting rags in the corridors and trash cans, and even the residents on the first floor consciously opened the convenience store.

Both parents resigned and opened a bun shop downstairs in the community early. When the house was still under construction, they started to provide breakfast for construction workers with a cart. A year later, the money earned from the construction was paid for the down payment. The store on the first floor outside the community was changed to provide breakfast for residents. The rent of the two houses just offset the monthly loan and the family became rich all of a sudden.

In the third year of technical secondary school, I moved into my new home and I had a few hundred pocket money every month.

After I got rich, I also bought mobile phones and computers, and my relationship with my friends in college has improved a lot.

And when I grew up, I just had a thin layer of white mist on my left eye. If I didn’t stare at me carefully, no one noticed the strangeness between me and ordinary people.

After the village was demolished, the elderly were forced to move into the building. They rarely gathered together and said that I was too gossiped and forgot.

After a few years in junior college, I used the truth I could see to find the same truth.

There are really people who can see the forum.

Some people even learn how to see ghosts the day after tomorrow, but they are really the minority after all.

Most of these descriptions are fake, but some people say it almost exactly what I see.

I added a netizen named "Taier Zhenren".

I sent a message at that time: I can see the things you can see, but you have both eyes and I only have the left eye.
Chapter completed!