Mysterious resurgence

"Just now I asked the headquarters to create a new file, level A, codenamed Room 301."

On a plane flying to Dachang City.

Li Yang took advantage of this incident to report on his work. Since this matter has not been completely resolved, it is very important to establish files and classify the levels of supernatural incidents.

But based on the losses in Dachuan City and Li Leping's condition, it would not be an exaggeration to classify this incident as S-level.

However, since most of the things were resolved and only one ghost was left wandering around Mingyue Community, it was rated as S-level because the impact was too great, so it was lowered to a lower level.

"The files established by the headquarters have little to do with us. We just need to report them. After all, this matter has been under control for a short time." Yang Jian said.

The reason why he asked Li Yang to report back was simple.

Li Yang himself did not enter Room 301 and was not very clear about the situation there, so the really important information was all in Yang Jian's mind.

But the information archive he built was the most important.

"Room 301."

Yang Jian was sitting on a chair in the cabin at the moment, holding a drawing board in his hand. He found a pencil from somewhere and quickly sketched on the white paper.

He didn't know how to sketch before.

But now that he knows how to do it, there is a memory in his mind. There are many techniques and methods about sketching in his memory.

As if he had learned it before.

He knew that this memory was not his, but the memory of a living person stolen by the ghost shadow head who invaded Dachuan City.

There is everything in those memories, one of the sketches.

A room soon appeared on the white paper.

Walls, floors, tables, and many details are presented one by one.

Yang Jian felt that there were still many things in Room 301 that he had not explored clearly, and there were still many secrets that had not been unearthed. He did not want to continue taking risks, so he just drew out the things in his memory and stored them in the file to avoid the passage of time in the future. It's been so long that I forgot.

soon.

Sketch completed.

Yang Jian organized the files and then glanced at the coffin nail standing on the ground next to him.

The nail in the coffin is still the ghost.

The ringtone of the music box will echo in my head.

Yang Jian is now in a state where he can die at any time. Whether it is an out-of-control ghost or a music box, he may take his life.

In addition, the curse of the music box also has a time limit.

In a few days, when the curse ends, Yang Jian will die as well.

So there wasn't much time left for him to deal with the problem.

"If I want to live, I must let the curse of the music box explode on the ghost shadow, and let the ghost shadow bear the curse of the music box. If I succeed, the complete ghost shadow will most likely fall into death again, and then my consciousness will come. By taking charge of all this, at that time I will not only be able to control the complete ghost image, but I may also possess the music box curse."

Yang Jian looked at the small red paint box in his hand.

He could feel that the supernatural power inside was no longer there.

The box is just a carrier, the real horror is the cursed ringtone of the music box.

Now that ringtone is in my mind.

Only when he dies again will the cursed ringtone return to the music box again.

Now it is useless even if others open the music box, there will be no sound at all, and it will have no impact on ordinary people.

"So, the problem is still that, how to ensure that the consciousness of living people does not disappear."

Yang Jian faced this problem again.

In the past, his consciousness was transferred by using spiritual tablets and supernatural photos. Now he has a spiritual tablet in his hand. If he transfers his consciousness, he needs a replacement.

The replacement must be in the supernatural photo.

The camera that can take supernatural photos is still in the hands of the headquarters.

Of course, the supernatural camera is just a premise.

The most important thing is the success rate.

What if Guiyingtou's consciousness transferred with him?

Then he would still die when the curse of the music box ended.

The situation now is different from before. In the past, Yang Jian only suffered one curse, but now he has endured two.

so.

The situation is different, and the method of transferring consciousness from spiritual position is no longer advisable.

"Of course, there is another way, that is to do nothing and let the ghost invade your consciousness. When the music box curse breaks out, as long as I am lucky, this curse may not kill me. If I can't, the ghost will take my place. Block the curse explosion yourself."

Yang Jian has another trick.

It's still a gamble.

After all, when the ghost shadow invades him, he is also invading the ghost shadow.

The entanglement of consciousness is mutual.

The curse of the music box will certainly be shared as well.

"Completely integrate into the consciousness of the ghost, and then the curse breaks out, letting the ghost bear the curse and fall into a state of death. But to complete this plan, there must be a safeguard, otherwise my consciousness may not survive."

Yang Jian subconsciously thought of the ghost closet.

If Ghost Cabinet's deal is completed, then he can ask Ghost Cabinet to ensure that his consciousness will not die.

He will be fine when the curse breaks out.

However, the ghost closet deal has not yet been completed.

Yang Jian could not make the request.

"I also have a last resort substitute, human skin paper."

finally.

At this critical moment, Yang Jian once again thought of the dangerous piece of human skin that could reveal information.

The human skin may reveal information and methods.

But Yang Jian didn't dare to say how dangerous it was.

But when that time comes, even if he knows it's dangerous, he will definitely try it.

If you don't try, you will definitely die, but if you try, there is still a chance of survival.

The choice is obvious.

While I was thinking about it, the plane had landed at the airport in Dachang City.

Compared with the deserted and weird urban environment of Dachuan City, Dachang City is obviously normal.

There is a flow of people and it is bustling and lively.

Although it is still not comparable to before, it is already very impressive, especially after Yang Jian became the captain, more people were attracted to Dachang City. Although this matter is confidential, it can no longer withstand the spread of information.

A city where a captain has settled has great appeal to many people.

The flow of people at the airport can already prove everything.

"You have a good rest these days. I have some things to do. I will talk about the post office matters after I come back." Yang Jian said to Li Yang before getting off the plane.

Li Yang nodded, knowing that Yang Jian had to deal with his own situation.

Although I am worried that Yang Jian may not be able to handle it.

But he still didn't ask about this matter, because it was useless to ask. If Yang Jian was really gone, many things would be meaningless.

"Captain, please pay attention." Li Yang just reminded.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Yang Jian replied calmly, not sure whether he was comforting him or himself.

soon.

The two were separated at the airport.

Li Yang left by car, but Yang Jian used Ghost Domain to leave.

In fact, he could also use Ghost Domain to rush back from Okawa City, but because he needed some time to think about countermeasures, he didn't do so.

Yang Jian appeared directly in Guanjiang Community in Dachang City.

The black shadow under his feet was still being hammered with coffin nails.

The ghost's restrictions have not been lifted to prevent the ghost from taking back control of the body.

"Go to Wang Shanshan and find the ghost boy to retrieve the human skin paper." Yang Jian's idea was very direct. His figure disappeared again and then appeared in the renovated ancient house of the Republic of China in the community.

After renovation, the ancient house became Wang Shanshan's personal villa.

She lives here.

There is a tall wall built nearby, and ordinary people cannot enter at all.

It's afternoon now and the sun is still bright.

Yang Jian appeared in the courtyard of the ancient house, bathing in the sunlight falling from the sky. His breath was still cold, and the surroundings were filled with the smell of rotting corpses.

A young woman with fair complexion and elegant figure is sitting at the desk in the bright and tidy lobby, looking down at a book.

"Are you going to die again?"

Wang Shanshan noticed Yang Jian's appearance. She raised her head slightly, with no expression on her fair face.

Like an iceberg girl, without any emotion.

"You feel it?" Yang Jian remained motionless, and he asked.

Wang Shanshan didn't speak, she just lifted up her sleeves slightly, revealing her snow-white arms, with a strange red eye on them peering around.

The red eyes have not yet been fully formed, only outlines, without substance.

It's like a ghost's eye, but not as good as a ghost's eye.

"Has the resurrection of ghost eyes affected you?" Yang Jian understood what was going on at a glance.

There was nothing wrong with him opening the seventh-level ghost realm. That was because of the curse of the music box and the complete ghost image.

But Wang Shanshan is different. She has also been eroded by the supernatural power of ghost eyes, so her feelings will be more obvious.

"I can already see things." Wang Shanshan closed her eyes and shook her arms.

The eyes on his arms were staring at Yang Jian.

The strange thing is that Yang Jian can also feel the sight from that eye.

"It'll be okay, I can handle it."

Wang Shanshan covered her eyes on her arm and said, "You are more serious this time."

"I know, that's why I'm telling you." Yang Jian said calmly.

The two were classmates for three years in high school, but now they are as indifferent as enemies due to the lack of feelings.

In fact, they both knew very well that they actually had a good relationship after going through so much.

It's just a lack of emotion and an inability to express it.

"So you are here to find the ghost boy this time?" Wang Shanshan knew Yang Jian well and guessed his purpose.

Yang Jian said: "Yes, and I will disappear for a few days to deal with my own problems."

Wang Shanshan stood up and walked in front of Yang Jian. She ignored the smell of corpses emanating from Yang Jian's body, stretched out her white and slender palms, and touched Yang Jian's cheek: "Everyone can die in this city, but you No, because you are Yang Jian."

"Of course, I am Yang Jian, and I will not die." Yang Jian forced a smile.

Cold and numb.

Wang Shanshan stopped talking. She put down her palm and glanced at the corner next to her.

A strange child wearing a dead man's shroud stood there with bare feet, tilting his head slightly and looking here. A pair of red eyes had no pupils, giving people a strange and evil feeling, which was creepy.

Yang Jian looked at the big golden bell on the ghost boy's neck.

What is inside is human skin paper.

This was originally done to prevent the human skin paper from getting out of control.

Because as long as the human skin dares to come out, the ghost boy will eat it in one bite.

Moreover, the ghost boy does not need to rest, he can keep an eye on him 24 hours a day, and there will be no time to be lazy.

Supplementary manuscript, supplementary manuscript.

After dinner, I will continue updating in the evening.