Mysterious recovery

At the same time, the nervous smile on his face disappeared, replaced by the sweet smile of a normal girl.

"She...is not quite right." Yang Jian stared at Xiao Yuan.

The personality of this cousin, whom I haven't seen for a year, has not changed, but just now, it was like a different person, extremely strange, and the way she was about to strike just now was so fierce, like a cold-blooded killer who was getting rid of the one in front of her. Same goal.

It's unbelievable for an ordinary girl.

"Xiaoyuan, have you had any problems recently?" Yang Jian asked directly.

"No, I went shopping in the town with my friends today, very happy, there is no problem." Xiaoyuan wondered; "What's the matter, cousin, why are you asking this?"

She seemed suddenly unaware of what she had just done.

"Then why did you stab someone with a knife just now?" Yang Jian asked.

"Isn't this normal? If they want to bully me, I will resist. You taught me that girls can't be bullied outside." Xiaoyuan said.

"..."

Yang Jian swore that he never taught her to do this.

"Let's put this matter aside for now." Then he looked at the young man in front of him again.

What happened just now was that he had a general understanding, it seemed that Madoka was wrong, he deliberately hit someone while riding his bicycle with his eyes closed, and he didn't know why he went crazy or was affected by something.

"Sorry, I'm her cousin. I'll be responsible for this matter. What happened just now was wrong with Xiao Yuan. What do you want?" Yang Jian said.

"What's wrong? Of course I lost money." The young man looked at Yang Jian and felt a little guilty for some inexplicable reason.

Obviously this person in front of him is quite polite and easy-going, why did he panic?

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Of course, how much do you want to pay?"

"1000 dollars."

"Okay, no problem, take out the phone, and I'll transfer it to you." Yang Jian didn't hesitate, and immediately lost money.

"Let your cousin walk with eyes next time, and it won't be so easy to let you go when we meet again next time." Seeing Yang Jian being so forthright, the young man didn't bother him for long, took the money and left, and prepared to take the money to Please have fun, brothers.

Yet he hadn't gotten very far.

Suddenly, Xiaoyuan on the side giggled again and said, "He's really unlucky, he's going to die soon."

"What did you say?" Yang Jian turned to look at her again.

"It's nothing, cousin, my bicycle broke down, you have to take me home, but before that, I want to eat something, how about a treat?" Xiaoyuan smiled and pulled Yang Jian's arm Said.

Yang Jian said, "Okay, is this your friend? Let's come together."

"It's embarrassing." The girl was a little shy and embarrassed.

"It's okay, just take it as me apologizing to you on Xiaoyuan's behalf, she was just acting nonsense just now." Yang Jian said, pointing at her fault without politeness.

"Then, thank you very much."

"Let's go."

Xiaoyuan dragged Yang Jian and her little friend happily to the nearby streets.

Yang Jian looked down at this moment.

It was discovered that Madoka's originally white and slender arms had bruises at some point, like corpse spots, and seemed to be pinched out by something.

"There is indeed a problem." Yang Jian's heart sank slightly.

This is not an illusion, but determined through these details and changes.

Could it be that there is something strange and incomprehensible near this hometown?Or, at some point, Madoka encountered a so-called supernatural event, and she was affected.

But no matter what, he had to check it out.

Chapter 6 Eighty

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

Jiang Yan greeted her warmly, politely and cutely.

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

Aunt?

Hearing this, Jiang Yan's smile froze immediately, and her heart was completely chilled.

In the past, it was fine for Yang Jian to call him aunt, but he didn't expect his cousin to be like this.

The most exasperating thing is that I have no way to refute it, because Yang Jian's little cousin looks like fifteen or sixteen years old, and there is a nearly ten-year age difference with him, so it seems reasonable to call her auntie.

"Don't be angry. I absolutely can't be angry now. This time I'm going to see Yang Jian's relatives. If I'm ashamed this time, Yang Jian won't bring me here next time."

Jiang Yan secretly said in her heart, to appease her heart and maintain a relatively good image.

"Auntie, your skin is so fair, are you sick?" Liang Yuan asked again.

"No, 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 spotted by ghosts at night, and you will die very quickly. Cousin, you should change your girlfriend."

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

Is there anyone who speaks like that?

"Okay, Xiaoyuan, where do you want to go, I'll accompany you." Yang Jian said.

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

"Okay." Yang Jian nodded.

On the way, Jiang Yan followed behind, took advantage of Liang Yuan to pick out the raincoat, pulled Yang Jian's arm, and then whispered; "Yang Jian, don't be angry if I say something, I think your cousin looks like It's a bit of a problem...it feels weird."

As she spoke, she pointed to her head.

"There is no problem with her head. Her thoughts are very clear. I can tell from the reaction just now. I have already seen how she has been affected." Don't take what Xiaoyuan says to your heart, just treat her as a patient."

"I'm not so narrow-minded. I would 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 matter."

Jiang Yan responded 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 picked up several sharp fruit knives, and the partner on the side didn't feel anything strange, as if he was used to it.

"What are you buying these things for?" Yang Jian asked.

Liang Yuan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I want to use it. This thing wears out quickly, and the one I bought three days ago has already been used up. I didn't use the scalpel just now. It's too thin. No, it's hard to hold."

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

"Where do you usually use these things?"

Liang Yuan frowned and thought, seeming to be remembering, but also seemed unable to remember all of a sudden: "I don't know, I don't know where I used it, but I always feel that I need it."

"Is there something wrong with memory?" Yang Jian mused.

If this is the case, he can't ask many things, but the more he is like this, the more he feels that the vicinity of his hometown is not normal, and it is not as peaceful and peaceful as he imagined.

After shopping around, Yang Jian drove the three of them to the village where his hometown was after buying all the strange things.

Although it is a town, the roads are smooth and it is very convenient to drive. However, on the way here, he saw several special vehicles approaching from the opposite side. Yang Jian, who opened the window, smelled a very familiar smell.

It was the faint smell of corpses.

The car was a hearse, and what was inside was a dead body.

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 ghostly eyes, ignoring the hindrance and glanced at the body under the white cloth.

Stiff, cold, wet all over, as if drenched in rain, the strangest thing is that one of his hands tightly strangled his neck, and the fingers had sunk deeply into his neck, as if he His main artery was punctured, and his blood was drained alive.

So the body was stiff and pale.

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

Not fear and despair, but a fierce and ferocious look, as if desperately fighting something.

But with this appearance, could it be that he was fighting himself desperately before dying?

"It's an abnormal death, but that person should not be from my hometown village, most likely a villager from a nearby village." Yang Jian thought to himself, and at the same time, the previous anxiety was gradually magnified.

There's definitely something going on around here.

But this place is also under the management of Dachang City.

That is to say, the person in charge is Yang Jian. If there is a supernatural event, he will definitely be notified. Why didn't I hear a similar report from Zhang Hua?

Is it because there are too many things here, but it is serious, so it is pulled down?

Or is there another reason.

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

Meishan Village.

The name of the village is a bit strange, because there are no plum blossoms and no mountains here. I don’t know why such a name was chosen. Maybe it has changed for hundreds of years, which has changed the landscape.

The village is quiet.

Like most villages across the country, young people have gone out, and some villagers have also moved away. There are not many people left, but now it is the end of the year, and there are still a few people who return to their hometowns. , but still seems a little deserted, it seems that young people are getting 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 without asking any further questions, he immediately drove into the village, and then stopped in an open space.

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

Liang Yuan and her friend got out of the car, smiled and waved their hands, then quickly ran into the village with their things, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

"Okay." Yang Jian nodded.

My cousin's home is not far from my old house, how far can it be in a village.

"I feel that your hometown is very clean. I will often come and live with you in the future, okay?" Jiang Yan stretched, feeling that the air here is fresh, quiet and peaceful, and very comfortable.

And after arriving here, she had the feeling of becoming a Yang Jian woman.

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

His old house is a little old, and it was built sometime when his father was alive. The style of that period is relatively old, but it was one of the best in the village at that time, but it has been completely outdated now. up.

soon.

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

It has been uninhabited for a long time, and the house has some moss growing on it. The various aging and deserted appearances give people a slightly gloomy feeling.

But the inside of the house is very clean, because no one lives there, so there are no sundries. In addition, Yang Jian’s mother, Zhang Fen, came back a few days earlier, so after the ventilation, there is no peculiar smell, and it is clean and tidy. Easy to move in for short term.

It's just that Yang Jian didn't care about these things, he went directly to the second floor of the room.

There is an unused room on the second floor, which has been closed all year round. It used to be used to store sundries, but since his father's death, this room has become a place for placing portraits.

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

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

"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 it has been too long since his father passed away, coupled with his current state, he doesn't feel any sadness, and everything seems very peaceful.

After opening the door.

A black and white posthumous photo was placed on a relatively ordinary old wooden table, and there were some incense burners and other things beside the posthumous photo, which were usually used for sacrifices.

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 previous photos, so it feels a bit out of place.

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

Smiling, sunny and handsome.

In a few more years, if Yang Jian matured, exercised more, and had more sunshine, he might be more similar to the person in the photo.

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

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