Mysterious resurgence

"Hello, cousin Xiaoyuan, my name is Jiang Yan, and I am Yang Jian's girlfriend."

Jiang Yan greeted her warmly, politely and cutely.

Liang Yuan just blinked his big eyes and looked at her, as if he was thinking about something, and seemed to be sizing up Jiang Yan. After a while, he smiled and said with narrowed eyes: "Hello, aunt, you are so beautiful, cousin." I really like you, auntie."

Aunt?

Hearing this, Jiang Yan's smile suddenly froze, and her heart felt cold.

In the past, Yang Jian could just call him aunt, but he didn't expect that his cousin would be like this.

The most annoying thing is that I have no way to refute, because this little cousin of Yang Jian looks about fifteen or sixteen years old. There is an age difference of nearly ten years with me, so it seems reasonable to call her aunt.

"You can't be angry. I definitely can't be angry now. I'm going to meet Yang Jian's relatives this time. If I'm embarrassed this time, Yang Jian won't bring me here next time."

Jiang Yan secretly thought to herself, soothing herself and maintaining a relatively good image.

"Auntie, your skin is so white. Are you sick?" Liang Yuan asked again.

"No, my sister's skin is naturally fair." Jiang Yan said with a smile.

Liang Yuan nodded and said: "Then if your skin is so white, you will be easily targeted by ghosts at night, and you will die very quickly. Cousin, you should find another girlfriend."

"Wha, what." Jiang Yan's mouth twitched.

Is there anyone who talks like this?

"Okay, Xiao Yuan, wherever you want to go, I'll go with you." Yang Jian said.

Liang Yuan smiled and said: "I'm going to buy a raincoat over there. It's been raining recently. I don't want to get wet every day."

"Okay." Yang Jian nodded.

On the way, Jiang Yan followed behind and pulled Yang Jian's arm while Liang Yuan went to choose a raincoat, and then whispered: "Yang Jian, please don't be angry, I think your cousin seems... There’s something wrong with it and it feels weird.”

As she spoke, she pointed to her head.

"There's nothing wrong with her head. Her thoughts are very clear. You can tell from her reaction just now. I've already seen how she was affected." Yang Jian lowered his voice and said, "It doesn't matter whether it was before or after. Don't take anything Xiao Yuan says to heart, just treat her as a patient."

"I'm not so petty as to care about a child. I'm just worried about your cousin. If there are any symptoms, we can take her back to Dachang City for a checkup." Jiang Yan said.

Yang Jian nodded slightly and said, "I will arrange this."

Jiang Yan agreed and stopped discussing the matter behind her back. She believed that Yang Jian could handle it. This was an instinctive trust.

While shopping with her cousin and her companions, Yang Jian found that she had bought a lot of strange things, including raincoats, some yellow straw paper, and some candles. The most disturbing thing was that she actually bought I bought several sharp fruit knives, and the partner next to me didn't feel anything strange, and seemed to be used to it.

"Why did you buy these things?" Yang Jian asked.

Liang Yuan squinted her eyes and smiled: "I want to use it. This thing wears out very quickly, and the one I bought three days ago has been used up. The scalpel I used just now is not easy at all, it is too thin." It’s hard to hold.”

"." Yang Jian didn't know what to say at this time.

"Where do you usually use these things?"

Liang Yuan frowned and thought, seeming to be recalling, but also seemed unable to recall at once: "I don't know, I don't know where it was used, but I always feel it is needed."

"Is there something wrong with your memory?" Yang Jian pondered.

If this was the case, he couldn't ask many things, but the more this happened, the more he felt that something was not normal around his hometown, and it was not as peaceful and peaceful as he imagined.

After shopping around and buying all the weird things, Yang Jian drove the three of them to the countryside where his hometown is.

Although it was a rural town, the roads were smooth and driving was very convenient. However, on the way here, he saw several special vehicles coming from the opposite direction. Yang Jian, who opened the window, smelled a very familiar smell.

It was the faint smell of corpse.

The car was a hearse, and the body was inside.

He glanced behind the passing vehicle in the rearview mirror and saw a dead body covered by a white cloth. Out of curiosity, he opened his eyes and ignored the obstruction and took a look at the body under the white cloth.

He was stiff, cold, and wet all over, as if he had been caught in the rain. The strangest thing was that one of his hands was tightly squeezing his neck, and the fingers had penetrated deeply into his neck, as if he was holding it. His aorta was punctured and his blood was drained out.

So the body was stiff and white.

What struck Yang Jian most deeply was the dead man's expression.

It's not fear or despair, but a ruthless and ferocious look, as if he's fighting something.

But with this look, could it be that he was fighting against himself before he died?

"An abnormal death, but that person should not be from my hometown village, but most likely a villager from a nearby village." Yang Jian thought to himself, and at the same time, the uneasiness he felt before was gradually amplified.

Something is definitely happening around here,

But this place is also managed by Dachang City.

In other words, the person in charge is Yang Jian. If there is a supernatural incident, he will definitely be notified. Why didn't he hear a similar report from Zhang Hua?

Is it because there are too many things going on and it’s not too serious here, so I pulled it off?

Or there are other reasons.

With all kinds of doubts, Yang Jian drove to a village about five or six kilometers away from Yangzhen.

Meishan Village.

The name of the village is a bit strange, because there are no plum blossoms or mountains here. I don’t know why it was given such a name. Maybe it is due to hundreds of years of changes that have changed the landscape.

The village is very quiet.

Like most villages across the country, young people have gone out, and some villagers have also moved away. There are really not many people left, but now that it is the end of the year, there are still a few people who have returned to their hometowns. , but it still seems a bit deserted. It seems that young people nowadays are more and more busy with work.

"Xiaoyuan, is your friend also from our village? If not, I can send her back first." Yang Jian asked.

"Of course, she lives with me now and is my best friend." Liang Yuan said with a smile.

Yang Jian felt a little strange, but he didn't ask any questions, so he immediately drove into the village and found an open space to stop.

"Cousin, let's go back first. See you in the evening."

As soon as Liang Yuan and her friend got out of the car, they smiled and waved, then quickly ran into the village carrying their things and disappeared around the corner.

"Okay." Yang Jian nodded.

My cousin's home is not far from my old house, as far as a village can go.

"It feels like your hometown is very clean. How about I come and stay with you often from now on?" Jiang Yan stretched out and felt that the air here was fresh, quiet and peaceful, and she felt very comfortable.

And only after arriving here did she feel like she had become a woman in Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but ran directly to the old house.

His family's old house is a little older, and was built some time ago when his father was still alive. The style of that period was relatively old, but it was considered one of the best in the village at that time, but now it is completely out of date. .

soon.

A two-story cement house appeared in front of him.

It has been uninhabited for a long time, and there is some moss growing on the house. The aging and abandoned appearance gives people a slightly eerie feeling.

But the house is very clean. Since no one lives there, there are no clutter. In addition, Yang Jian’s mother, Zhang Fen, came back several days early, so after ventilation and cleaning, there is no odor, and it is considered fresh and tidy. You can stay here for a short period of time.

But Yang Jian didn't care about that. He went directly to the second floor of the room.

There is a little-used room on the second floor that is closed all year round. It used to be used to store sundries, but since his father's death, this room has become a place to place his portrait.

Jiang Yan followed behind, looking at the surrounding environment curiously.

She was inexplicably panicked and uneasy about the old house, as if she had encountered a supernatural event before, so she didn't dare to fall behind, for fear that something unexpected would happen if she fell one step behind, and Yang Jian would not be able to protect herself in time.

"Will my father be someone who deals with supernatural events?"

Yang Jian couldn't suppress his curiosity, so he ran directly to the room where his father's portrait was.

Because his father passed away so long ago, and coupled with his current state, he didn't feel any sadness, and everything seemed very peaceful.

After opening the door.

A black and white photo of the deceased is placed on a relatively ordinary old wooden table. Next to the photo are some incense burners and other things, which are usually used for memorial ceremonies.

The man in the portrait is a young man in his early twenties. This portrait was not taken when his father died, but was made from old photos, so it feels a bit incongruous.

The young man's appearance was very similar to that of Yang Jian.

Smiling, sunny and handsome.

If in a few years, Yang Jian matures a little more, exercises more, and gets more sunshine, he may be even more similar to the person in the photo.

Therefore, if anyone thinks that the person in this photo is not Yang Jian's father, probably no one will believe it.

When Jiang Yan saw the portrait, she hurriedly bowed her head and bowed, and then prepared to burn some incense sticks.

Yang Jian watched without speaking, his eyes were observing, not as a worshiper, but as the ghost-eyed Yang Jian.

"Nothing unusual."

As a result, he was a little disappointed, but also a little relieved.

There was nothing in the room worth his attention, nothing strange about him.

"But you can't be so arbitrary. What Mr. Qin said makes me very concerned. A person of his status would not say such irrelevant words for no reason. If he said it, there must be a reason. The portrait in this room It should have been established later, and I should look for places where my father often went or stayed during his lifetime."

Yang Jian pondered.

He felt that he must be looking in the wrong direction.

"Yang Jian, don't you go and pay your respects?" Jiang Yan handed over a few sticks of incense and said.

Yang Jian was silent for a moment, took the incense, bowed to this strange father, and then left the house.

But after he turned away and closed the door.

I don't know if it's the change in light, or if something incomprehensible has happened.

The face of the man on the portrait was shrouded in darkness, giving people an incomprehensible weirdness, like a person hidden in the darkness, peeping at everything here.

The lit incense emits a reddish light, flickering and gradually extinguishing.

"Our room is right here. My mother has packed it before. If you are tired, you can rest first. You can also take anything from the car with you, because you may stay here for several days." Yang Jianzao Got to the next room.

It was a simple and clean bedroom.

"Well, Yang Jian, next door is your father's portrait. Isn't it scary to live here? I don't mean to dislike it. I'm just a little timid, as you know." Jiang Yan said nervously .

Yang Jian said, "I checked just now and it's fine. And if something happens, don't you still have me? What are you afraid of?"

"Then I want to be with you at night. You can't sneak away alone." Jiang Yan said.

"Okay." Yang Jian did not refuse and nodded.