Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian woke up very early the next day.

Since becoming a ghost controller, he has gained the ghost eyes in his body, and he has gradually discovered some changes in his body.

The most obvious feature is that he finds that he sleeps less and less, but he is not mentally tired.

"Did you only sleep for six hours?"

Yang Jian washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror.

He was not haggard. On the contrary, he exuded an indifferent temperament that kept strangers away. Even he himself felt a little strange.

He looked at the red paper on the back of his hand.

One night passed, and he did not feel the torment of the ghost eyes' resurgence. On the contrary, he slept peacefully.

But there was an inconspicuous crack on the red paper.

"Does this red paper treat the symptoms rather than the root cause? Or is it just a fragment and incomplete?" Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but rub his head.

"It seems that it is not as easy as imagined to solve this half-dead situation."

Too.

Global catastrophes and supernatural events occur all over the world.

All those who have become ghost masters have not found a way to survive. How can they find a way by themselves?

The red paper was able to suppress the ghost's recovery, but he only encountered it by accident.

"wait wait wait."

Yang Jian suddenly remembered the parchment.

He took out the parchment he carried with him from his pocket and opened it.

There is a line of writing on the parchment:

I woke up very early today, and I gradually found that my body was beginning to be affected by the ghost eyes. This effect is latent, because I found that I have slept less and less in the past few days. If this continues, I will soon You don't have to sleep all day long.

I heard that ghosts don’t need to sleep, and this may be true.

"When I got you from Fang Jing before, Fang Jing said that you knew how to survive as a ghost master? I don't think he lied to me, so you must have the key clues."

Yang Jian stared at the parchment: "If you are willing to tell me, I think I will re-examine your existence."

Writing appeared on the parchment: I really want to live. I gradually realized the pain of becoming a ghost master, the oppression of death, the worry of the ghost's resurrection, and my own changes. This is not what I at this age should bear. Yes, today I finally couldn't help but ask about that weird human skin again, but I didn't get the answer I wanted. The human skin didn't tell me any useful information.

Or perhaps, there is some secret contained in this human skin, but it just refuses to tell.

What is it hiding?

When Yang Jian saw the words on it, his expression changed.

In the past, he once thought that the parchment had its own consciousness, but since leaving school, the parchment has lost its role in guiding him.

Without the guidance of this parchment in the old man's ghost domain that day, he would have been unable to leave alive.

"Since you don't reveal any information to me, then you are useless. Just burn it, lest I wear a piece of human skin on my body all day long and look weird."

After Yang Jian finished washing, he took this damn thing and threw it on the gas stove.

A fire was lit.

However, under the natural gas stove fire, the parchment did not move at all.

Fire can't even burn this thing.

"Yang Jian, what are you cooking? Are you cooking noodles?"

Liu Qiang smelled natural gas and ran out of the room.

Yang Jian looked at the parchment that was still intact, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly: "I didn't burn anything, I just tried to see if the stove can be used."

"If you want to cook noodles, I also have ham here." Liu Qiang said.

"I have it too."

"Sure enough, you should bury this thing somewhere where others will never find it." Yang Jian frowned slightly.

Even if he were to die, he would never leave such a weird thing behind.

Just when he was about to put away the human skin first.

Suddenly, another line of words appeared on it: I can't get any useful information from this parchment. Out of future plans, I plan to discard this parchment and not let others find it. But I'm thinking that if I can catch a ghost with this parchment, I might be able to get the answer I want.

"Catch ghosts? I think you want to trick me into dying."

Yang Jian took a look and didn't believe the nonsense on it. He just put it away and planned to find a place to bury it in two days.

After two hours.

The mall is open.

Although they are still closed, Yang Jian and Liu Qiang still have to work.

They started patrolling at half past eight.

"By the way, the elevator was closed yesterday, right? Why is it open again now?" Yang Jian stood on the escalator and suddenly remembered that yesterday they turned off the lights and elevator before going back to rest.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for the elevator to open this early in the morning.

"Sister Li has the key here. You see the door of the shopping mall has been opened. I heard that the boss may be back today. Maybe Sister Li has made preparations in advance. Why are you always concerned about this matter?" Liu Qiang asked in confusion. .

"Nothing, just asking." Yang Jian said.

Today, all the lights in the shopping mall have indeed been turned on, which is a little different from the usual dark lights.

After patrolling around, Yang Jian found nothing.

everything is normal.

But this kind of normality made Yang Jian a little uneasy.

If even he couldn't find the problem, then there couldn't be any supernatural events in this mall, but why would someone go missing?

And Yang Jian always felt that something was wrong in the mall.

But I can't tell.

But it was around ten o'clock.

Several luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the mall.

A group of people got out of the car.

The leader was a short middle-aged man wearing a suit.

"The boss is here, please be careful. The mall has been closed recently and the boss has a bad temper." Liu Qiang reminded in a low voice.

This short middle-aged man's surname is Tang, and his name is Tang An. He is the owner of this shopping mall. He used to be in real estate. In recent years, he changed his career and opened this shopping mall.

"Master Luo, this is my shopping mall. Please take a look, master. What's wrong with my shopping mall? Someone has been missing in the past three days? Master Luo, be careful of the steps."

With a flattering smile on his face, Boss Tang led a man in his fifties with a shiny face to come over.

Three or five people followed behind him.

The man named Master Luo suddenly gestured and said: "You can't enter through the main entrance. Enter through other doors. Are there any other doors in your shopping mall?"

"Yes, yes, there is a delivery door." Boss Tang said hurriedly.

"Then let's go into the mall from there and have a look." Master Luo said.

When Yang Jian at the door saw this scene, the corner of his mouth moved slightly.

This is definitely a charlatan.

If you are blindly particular, you will fool people.

Everyone enters and exits through the main entrance, and so do the guests. Isn't it okay to meet this so-called master? Even if there was a ghost, I should have discovered it during my patrol.

Unless this Master Luo is also a ghost controller and is more capable than himself.

But looking at his shiny face and energetic appearance, it was obvious that he could not be a ghost controller.

"You guys watch here and don't let anyone else come in. I'll call you later if anything happens."

Sister Li hurriedly came over at this time, said something, and went to greet the boss with a few female colleagues.

Master Luo entered the mall from the side door and led a group of people including Boss Tang, Manager, Sister Li and others around the mall. He looked left and right, then nodded and showed a clear understanding of what happened in the mall. He has completely figured out the weird things, and I don’t know what he has figured out.

I still have the script in mind.

Yang Jian was not interested. Although he knew that Master Luo was a charlatan, he did not try to expose him.

If there were no supernatural events, this million would only be earned by this charlatan, and it would not be his turn anyway.

"Um?"

However, at this moment, Yang Jian moved his nose and smelled a faint smell of corpse.

"The smell appeared again, this time it seemed... very close, because the smell was stronger than before."

He turned around and took a look around. The mall was still calm and nothing happened.