Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian saw many terrible and incredible things by triggering the medium left in Room 301.

He discovered the identity of the original owner of Room 301, found a sketch of Mr. Qin when he was young, and even saw a beautiful yet strange face painted on the faceless puppet. That face did not belong to a living person. Yes, but exactly the same as the woman in the ghost painting.

The post office, the supernatural bus, Mr. Qin, Gui Hua and the owner of Room 301 all seem to be involved with each other.

Yang Jian's expression changed uncertainly.

But soon, he felt incredible at first, but then he suddenly understood.

Mr. Qin used to be a supernatural bus driver, so it was not surprising that he came into contact with these things during the time when he was driving a supernatural bus.

Whether it was the ghost codenamed Ghost Bride or the old woman who was suspected to be the owner of Room 301, they all appeared on the supernatural bus.

Therefore, these supernatural events have always been related to Mr. Qin. They are not conjectures made by Yang Jian out of thin air, but there is actual evidence, but this evidence has been covered up.

After all, the supernatural bus has now lost its driver, and Mr. Qin is retiring at the headquarters.

No one would have thought that the dying centenarian would have such a thrilling supernatural experience.

"The media about the faceless puppet disappeared."

Suddenly.

Yang Jian discovered that after the weird old woman drew that face on the face of the faceless puppet, the faceless puppet began to move, as if a sleeping ghost had awakened, and the painted face seemed to have some kind of supernatural power. Power drove the puppet man to move, so in the end he only saw the puppet man disappearing from sight.

Not really disappearing.

But the medium was interrupted, and he could no longer see the puppet's medium.

"The puppet has no legs."

Yang Jian carefully recalled what he saw when he entered the room before.

This faceless puppet was not wearing clothes at the time, and it also had no legs. It was only connected and supported by a wooden stick, just like the plastic mannequins in clothing stores.

No legs, but can walk.

It went against common sense, but Yang Jian didn't find it strange.

The supernatural thing is suspected to be an unknown ghost, and it may appear in any way.

But without legs, Yang Jian would have no way to trigger the medium.

Although handprints are OK, this faceless puppet doesn't seem to have arms either.

The killing pattern of the hatchet was perfectly avoided by this strange puppet. I don't know if this is a coincidence, or if I have already taken precautions, so there is such a special puppet.

"It seems that the hatchet is not omnipotent. Without triggering the curse, there is no way to easily dismember the puppet."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

He chose to take back the headless ghost that covered the room.

However, the headless ghost shadow was not complete. There were still many gaps on the black shadow, as if they had been seen by a knife.

Because the curse of the hatchet is still there, the headless ghost is still recovering from itself.

With the disruption of media.

The strange scenes in front of Yang Jian immediately dissipated.

The old woman who made him feel creepy also quickly disappeared from his eyes, which made the pressure in his heart feel lighter.

He always felt that the old woman could hurt him or even kill him through the medium, but for some unknown reason the old woman didn't do that. Maybe Yang Jian didn't trigger the killing pattern.

"You shouldn't stay here anymore, even if you find Liu Qingqing and the ghost who escaped from Room 301."

Yang Jian looked at everything in this room.

The triggering medium couldn't find Liu Qingqing, which meant that Liu Qingqing had never entered the room. The shadow at the window just now might not be Liu Qingqing, but the faceless puppet.

But just when he was about to leave.

Suddenly.

I don't know when the white sketch paper on the drawing board fell down.

What was drawn on the sketch paper was a twisted and strange face, like a fierce ghost.

But after the paper fell, a new sketch appeared in front of Yang Jian.

The sketch looked like himself.

correct.

The man in the sketch looks almost exactly like him, but the colors are depressing and dark, as if covered with a layer of lingering sinisterness, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"My sketch?"

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes at first, but after a closer look, he realized something was wrong.

Because some details are wrong.

This is not a portrait of him.

This is a portrait of his father.

During the Chinese New Year, Yang Jian experienced a ghost dream incident in his hometown. He saw his father in the dream and knew what his father looked like, because the father in the dream still looked like him more than ten years ago.

This sketch is what my father looked like at that time.

"Mr. Qin's sketch appeared when I triggered the medium, and now my father's sketch appears. Sure enough, the matter here involves the supernatural bus, and the bus is the thing that connects everything together."

"Characters from the Republic of China, ghost masters more than ten years ago, and now"

"That's a car that spans three eras."

"That supernatural bus may have an end, but I was in a hurry to get off the bus, so I couldn't hold on."

"That end point might be the place where all the devils get off the bus."

Such an idea came to Yang Jian's mind again.

Of course, you can also ask Mr. Qin about this secret and get confirmation from him.

It’s just that this difficulty is estimated to be very high.

Mr. Qin knew a lot of things, but said nothing.

And if a person of this level really wants to keep secret, there is nothing you can do about it.

"Go to the room on the left and have a look."

Yang Jian not only wants to find Liu Qingqing and the evil ghost who left here, but also wants to thoroughly confirm the secret of Room 301.

He glanced at the sketch of his father.

In the end, the sketch was not taken away.

His father is dead, so there is no need for him to leave a strange sketch beside him.

Yang Jian immediately turned around and left the room.

Nothing gained, just confirmed some things.

But just as he turned to leave.

The eyes of the dim and depressing sketch on the drawing board turned strangely and looked in the direction Yang Jian left.

Yang Jian seemed to feel something.

He stopped abruptly and looked back.

Nothing was found.

The sketch on the drawing board was still the same as before, with no trace of movement at all. It seemed that what happened before was just an illusion.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, retracted his gaze, and then quickly closed the door.

next moment.

He came to the opposite room.

No fear.

Just push the door open and enter.

This room is obviously the bedroom of Room 301. As soon as you enter, you can smell a fragrance.

This scent is somewhat familiar.

Yes. Sandalwood.

Many homes where possible will light sandalwood.

This thing is calming and soothing, and has a strong fragrance when lit.

But for Yang Jian, this thing has another purpose.

That is to cover up the corpse odor.

Some people at the headquarters like to burn sandalwood to cover up the smell of corpses, so as to avoid a strong smell in the conference room.

As for who brought this habit, it is unknown.

There was no sandalwood burning in the bedroom. This sandalwood should have been burned before. It was just smoked for a long time, so there is still a residual sandalwood smell in the room, but this smell is no longer enough to cover up the other smell.

The smell of corpses.

Yang Jian's nose twitched and his expression immediately turned serious.

The smell of the corpse is not strong, as if someone has died here for a few days.

But this is unreasonable.

Because this place had been covered in thick smoke a few days ago, no living person had entered it, and Li Leping's body was also found outside the community, blackened and turned into a mummy.

The bedroom lights are dim.

It's not that there is no light, but that the light is blocked by some decorative red cloth strips.

Under the hanging red cloth strips, there was an old red painted wooden bed.

The wooden bed is not a modern style, but a frame bed surrounded on three sides with a bed top.

Generally speaking, this kind of bed is only available in museums and some collectors. Of course, it is not ruled out that some antiquities enthusiasts will customize such a bed for their own homes.

But no matter what, this thing is extremely rare for ordinary people.

Because this kind of bed is just placed here, the dark tone gives people a weird feeling and makes people feel very depressed.

But there was a person lying on such an old bed.

Covered by the bed curtain, it was a bit unclear.

But there was no doubt that someone was lying there, no, not a person, but a corpse.

Yang Jian could already smell the corpse smell coming from the corpse.