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The subway bulletin board is always full of various lost and found notices. I will check it out every other time. As a reporter, I desperately need all kinds of news materials. Not let go of any tiny hope.
The effort pays off. On this day, I saw a lost and found notice on the bulletin board. It was very interesting.
Recruitment notice: On February 14th, a certain passenger in gray clothes who transferred from Metro Line 10 to Line 1, please contact me as soon as you see the notice, and pick up your lost A look in my body.
The one who was attracted to this lost and found notice at the same time as me was a female director of the TV station. She said this is a fishing post. Most of the young white-collar workers in the subway these days, love at first sight but hesitate to lose the opportunity and then regret it from time to time.
The position determines the point of view. I can’t agree with the female director’s idea.
After that, we will contact this news lead individually. The next day, I met this female director on the subway. She said that the interviewee refused to cooperate and the investigation was not going well. She did not ask me about the situation here. She must think I am more innocent than her. But my heart was full of enthusiasm-I made an appointment with this lost and found person! The interview is about 6:30 in the evening. Based on my experience and intuition, this will be another popular press release that will make a sensation in the news world.
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I guessed right. It really is—a ghost.
Ghosts come and go in this noisy world, and they least like to be seen. There has been an incident where a ghost was stared impatiently and dug out a pair of eyeballs.
I told him on the phone that I had clues to the passenger in grey and I was willing to take his eyes on behalf of him.
As soon as the ghost saw me, he understood that I was lying.
“I know you. You are the reporter who runs the subway line every day to collect supernatural events and write reports,” said the ghost.
I told the ghost I didn’t lie to him. A reporter like me who runs on the front line of the news every day can help him find the grey passenger. If he is willing to provide more clues.
The ghost acquiesced in my proposal.
The ghost recalled that it was the last train of the subway with a fragrance of roses. He was sitting next to a girl. When approaching the terminal station, the girl suddenly became uneasy. She stared at the glass behind the opposite seat for a while, then looked at herself.
The subway windows clearly reflect the passenger’s appearance like a mirror, but because I am a ghost, I can’t image on the window glass. The girl clearly saw a man sitting next to her, but the window pane reflected an empty seat next to her.
The ghost took the girl’s eyes. He did this every time. He took other people’s eyes, washed them, polished them with sandpaper, and returned them to them. That means it has never been seen.
In the subway, most of them are regular passengers, going back and forth, like migratory birds that cycle in the sky, but the ghost has never seen the gray girl again.
“For some reason, what am I going to do to keep other people’s eyes on me!” The ghost was impatient, “I didn’t have a crush on her again!”
As a last resort, he posted a notice of recruitment.