Mysterious recovery

Around eight o'clock in the evening, Yang Jian and Li Yao drove to a high-end residential area and stopped.

The management of the community is relatively strict, and there is no way for foreign vehicles and personnel to enter. They had to show their certificates and took a lot of effort to explain to the security guards before they chose to let them go.

"It's really rare for you to be so polite to a security guard." Li Yao was a little surprised by Yang Jian's behavior. She thought it was reasonable for Yang Jian to drive in directly.

Yang Jian replied coldly: "I'm afraid you have misunderstood me, I don't like to cause trouble."

Don't like causing trouble?

Li Yao rolled her eyes, as if she didn't believe what he said.

"You wait for me downstairs, I'll get something and I'll be back." Yang Jian said.

"Is there anything you don't want me to see? Or are you hiding a beautiful woman here?" Li Yao asked with a smile.

Yang Jiandao: "There are some things that ordinary people know less and less. It's no good. Mr. Fei has confused the boundaries between ghost masters and ordinary people and that's why he ended up like this today. You should take it as a warning."

"Are you warning me, or are you caring about me? I think you are caring about me. Although you don't admit it, I'm sure." Li Yao blinked.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but walked directly into the corridor.

He followed the elevator to the No.11 floor of the building, and soon he came to the door of a room with the house number 1101.

He didn't have the gate key in his hand, but that didn't hinder anything.

Yang Jian just pushed casually, and the extremely strong anti-theft door immediately fell to the ground with a bang, without such force at all.

Go into the room and turn on the light.

The place is very empty, there is no extra furniture, and there are no traces of people living in it. Everything looks like it has just been renovated, and the smell of a new house still lingers in the air.

Yang Jian came to one of the rooms.

This should be the study.

There are stacks of folders neatly placed on the bookshelf in the study room, with labels on them, and the names of people are written on the labels, which should be the personal information of ghost masters in the circle of friends. The information here must be more detailed than what Li Yao collected. .

"Ok?"

Yang Jian's gaze moved slightly, and he suddenly noticed a glass box next to the bookshelf.

Inside the box was a rag doll made of old rags and black hair. This rag doll seemed out of place with the environment here, smelly and dirty. I don’t know why the owner specially prepared a tempered doll. The glass box is packed and placed in a conspicuous place.

"I didn't expect to have an unexpected harvest. This is the kind of surrogate doll that Shen Liang gave me last time. It can avoid the attack of ghosts. I really didn't expect that Mr. Fei, who is an ordinary person, would be able to get such a thing." , but although this thing is precious, it seems to be of no use to him, it can only be used as a collection."

Yang Jian walked over and took the thing away.

Although he has more resources in his hands so far, the more life-saving things of this kind, the better.

Although there was an unexpected joy, Yang Jian did not forget the business and began to look through the files of these characters.

Considering the issue of time, Yang Jian first chose the information of He Tianxiong and Jiang Shangbai. Besides, Fang Shiming, whom Li Yao considered the most threatening, was also one of the key objects of attention.

"Interesting guy, although it's a bit troublesome, it shouldn't be difficult to kill, after all, he just controlled two ghosts." Soon, Yang Jian looked at the information of He Tianxiong in his hand and showed a sneer.

Fei Zong's information is indeed very valuable, it records the information of Li Gui.

After reading this material, Yang Jian first picked up the material called Fang Shiming.

He is more interested in this character who can be [-]/[-] with Ye Zhen.

As soon as the folder was opened, a photo immediately fell to the ground.

Yang Jian knelt down and picked it up, and his face froze when he saw it.

The thing on the photo is a pair of rusty scissors that seem to be dug out of the soil. The handles of the scissors are wrapped with dense black hair. These hairs are connected to the scalp, with disgusting black flesh.

"Ghost Scissors"

These three words are written in ink pen next to the photo.

"Why do people in the circle of friends have this ghost thing?" Yang Jian stared at the photo.

Because he instinctively noticed that this thing seemed to be of the same type as the nails in the coffin, and the hatchet in the hands of the male corpse in the Caesar Hotel. It was not a modern utensil, but a weird one left over from the Republic of China period. These things all have very terrifying abilities.

Yang Jian once suspected that these things were made by the top ghost masters in the Republic of China with the power of ghosts.

Of course, the possibility that these things themselves are ghosts is not ruled out.

"The photo is put together with Fang Shiming's file, which means that this thing is probably in Fang Shiming's hands." Yang Jian frowned and thought: "Then what is the ability of this ghost scissors?"

After looking through the information, I found that there were many gaps in Fang Shiming's information.

There are only some speculations written down by Mr. Fei.

"Confirmed to have ghost scissors, suspected to have ghost domain, extremely dangerous..."

"It seems that Mr. Fei has not been able to collect this information." Yang Jian slowly closed the file, with an inexplicable shadow cast over his heart.

This shadow does not come from Fang Shiming, who has incomplete information, but from this photo of ghost scissors.

While Yang Jian was checking the information.

Li Yao, who was waiting downstairs in the community, was already impatient. She complained a little, and felt that it was a very bad behavior for Yang Jian to leave such a beautiful woman here to blow the cold wind.

If it had been another person, Li Yao would have turned her head and left long ago, she would not have stood here like a fool at all.

But who told him to be Yang Jian? I love this man deeply.

But while Li Yao was waiting stupidly, she suddenly saw a lot of residents downstairs in the community, and at the same time, the security guards of the community were rushing over here. These people seemed to be walking towards the same place. After a while, a circle of people surrounded the area in front of it.

"Ok?"

Li Yao let out a light snort, and moved over with the curiosity of watching the fun.

As soon as he passed by, he saw a female resident covering her mouth and turning her head away, then bent down and vomited near the green belt.

It seems that the things in front of me are disgusting and unacceptable.

As soon as Li Yao walked over, he saw a young security guard taking out his mobile phone with trembling palms and seemed to be reporting the crime, his face was a little panicked, and a bit of fear was spreading.

The people watching were all silent, not saying a word, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

Li Yao's expression changed instantly when she found a vacancy and moved in.

It was a huge oil painting. I don't know who discarded it by the side of the road. However, what made people feel intrusive was that half of the human body was exposed outside the oil painting. The body was in a kneeling posture, and it was already stiff. His white hands firmly grasped the position of the picture frame, his legs were bloody and bloody, there were scratches everywhere, and there was a tear that tore open his thigh, and he could even see the white inside. bone.

The wounds appeared to be the result of the dead body's frenzied struggle.

But this is not the most important thing. The weirdest thing is that the head of this corpse is missing.

The neck and the oil painting fit tightly without leaving a gap, as if the whole head was sunk in the oil painting, but there was nothing behind the thin layer of oil painting, just an old wooden board.

"This, this is a supernatural event... It's related to the painting, could it be a ghost painting?" Li Yao's head was buzzing, her whole body felt cold, and she couldn't help shivering.

"Are you kidding, ghost paintings have appeared in the urban area."

Li Yao's beautiful face was extremely ugly at the moment, she couldn't help but backed away from the panic, subconsciously wanting to stay away from this terrible oil painting.

But the other onlookers didn't realize the horror behind this weird incident. Although the scene was horrifying, there were still many daring onlookers, some of whom even picked up their mobile phones to take pictures. There are also timid and frightened people who hurriedly dragged their friends away.

Just when Li Yao was about to turn around and flee after retreating.

But in her eyes, she saw that the corpse lying in front of the oil painting suddenly moved, and then it seemed to come alive and began to stand up slowly.

moment.

Li Yao's fear climbed to the extreme. As an assistant in Ping An Building, she knew about supernatural events, not those ignorant and fearless residents.

"what!"

A scream came from her mouth, and she shouted hoarsely; "Yang Jian~!"

Chapter 545 Insanity

A scream came out of Li Yao's mouth, with a trembling sound, revealing a strong panic, which seemed a little hysterical.

However, the scream did not call Yang Jian, but it startled the nearby residents.

Many people turned their heads to look at Li Yao, with a strange look in their eyes, as if wondering why this woman reacted so strongly.

For the person who stood up with a picture frame on his head, the others were not as panicked as they were at the beginning.

Because this person is not dead, since he can stand up, he should be alive.

As for what the hell, supernatural events, I didn't think of that aspect at all, and everyone didn't have this concept in their minds.

"It's some kind of magic show, it's probably some kind of performance art, it's almost frightening to death, I really thought it was a corpse just now." Someone commented and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Probably not. It doesn't look like it. The wound on the leg doesn't look fake, it's still bleeding."

"Maybe it's a dummy discarded by someone in the community."

The security guard immediately said: "I have already reported the case. For the safety of the owners, I hope that everyone will stay away from it. Whether it is a humanoid or a magic show, we will wait for the investigators to deal with it."

"Let me see what this is."

A daring person was curious, and walked over and grabbed the picture frame and shook it, as if he wanted to take it off.

Just a little shake.

The oil painting on the neck of the corpse immediately fell off, but what made people feel horrified was that the head of the corpse was gone, the neck was empty, and blood was constantly oozing from the fracture, a strong The smell of blood permeated the air.

The oil painting that fell on the ground was also turned over at this moment to reveal the front.

The oil painting depicts a dark urban background with many tall buildings. These tall buildings are hidden in the dark world. There is only a vague shape of the building and the outline of the windows. The style is depressing and dark. In the middle of the painting is a huge road. A woman with fuzzy facial features stood on the road.

The style of this woman's clothing is not of this era, it looks like European style, but also has a bit of Chinese style and Republic of China style.

The portraits of the characters in the painting are blurry and not clear, which seems to be the style of this type of oil painting, but the only abnormal thing is that the hands of the woman in this oil painting are very clear, as if they are slowly coming into being in a three-dimensional painting, it seems that they really have two hands It looks like it's on a painting.

Besides, in an inconspicuous corner of this oil painting.

A head with a modern-style hairstyle appeared there strangely. This head was incompatible with the oil painting, as if it was extra.

However, no one pays attention to these details now.

The onlookers were startled at this moment, and they all couldn't help but backed away, looking at the headless corpse with blood on its neck in horror.

Because no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a simulated person, and it is definitely not a performance art performance.

How can there be any performance without a head?

But what they were afraid of was only the corpse itself, and they still couldn't think of the great horror brought about by the appearance of this corpse.

At this moment, Li Yao has already fled.

Her face turned pale, and while calling Yang Jian's name, she ran frantically towards the building where Yang Jian had entered before, although she was not running fast in high heels, and even twisted her foot several times, But at this time, I can't care about these anymore.

If he is stared at by ghosts, it will not be as simple as twisting his feet, but will kill people.

In front of real ghosts, the probability of survival of ordinary people is not even as good as that of a bug.

call!call!

Panting heavily, Li Yao didn't even take the elevator and ran up the stairs. She still called Yang Jian's name, hoping to get a response from Yang Jian.

But only her voice echoed in the empty corridor, it seemed that Yang Jian was not here.

Li Yao didn't think so much, she only knew that she would be safe only by finding Yang Jian, without the protection of the ghost master, her life would not be guaranteed.

The power that erupted from the panic was quickly exhausted.

On the tenth floor, Li Yao was so tired that she couldn't even lift her legs, her face was covered with hot sweat, and her breathing felt tingling.

She swore she had never been so tired in her life.

at last.

Li Yao saw Yang Jian at the corridor window on the eleventh floor.

"Yang, Yang Jian...Great, I finally found you, something happened, this neighborhood is haunted..."

She was out of breath and speaking incoherently.

"I saw it." Yang Jian still stood motionless, looking down at the downstairs of the community.

The owners who were watching, the moving headless corpse, and the oil painting lying on the ground... Although they were far away, he could still barely recognize them.

But at this time, Yang Jian's ghost eyes closed again in disappointment.

It seems to be in a dead state and cannot be used at all.

"It's exactly the same as last time, Guiyan never dared to look directly at Guihua." Yang Jian frowned slightly.

He rarely encounters this kind of abnormality, but it can also show from the side that this thing poses a huge threat to him.