Mysterious recovery

But in summer, it's not even night at six o'clock, and the sun is still shining outside, but it has gradually become invisible here.

But the darkness here has no effect on Yang Jian.

His ghostly eyes opened.

This pitch-black world was immediately shrouded in a layer of red light, and the surrounding scenery was clearly presented in that eye.

Darkness has a great influence on people, but it has no influence on ghosts.

Yang Jian has already figured out the function of ghost eyes quite clearly.

And just when he drove into this ghost domain.

Also on the road is a luxury car Bentley worth more than 400 million.

The car only has a temporary license plate, judging from the condition of the car, it should be newly bought, and it has just been picked up from the 4S shop.

The driver was a pure and beautiful woman in a pink dress. Although she was not tall, she looked petite in the car, but her figure was protruding forward and backward, and her legs under the skirt were white and slender. Walking on the road, she was a A beautiful woman who keeps returning.

But at this moment, the originally slender legs were overly tense, the muscles were tense, and the blue veins were showing. One foot took off the shoe and put it firmly on the accelerator, not daring to let the car stop.

"What did your boyfriend say, will he come to rescue us?" On the co-pilot, a female saleswoman was holding a contract with a worried face.

"I, I don't know, he will come to save him if he wants to." Jiang Yan wanted to cry but continued to drive.

The last time Yang Jian gave her 500 million to buy a car, she happily went to pick up the car today, and took the salesman to find him to sign the contract. There are a few people and a few cars, but as of now, there is no one left.

The whole city was empty, as if it had become a ghost town.

Jiang Yan realized that something was wrong and hurriedly called Yang Jian.

"I think it's better to call the police." The saleswoman said.

Jiang Yan said with a crying voice: "Calling the police is useless. We are hitting a ghost. No one can save us except Yang Jian, not even Jesus. I have encountered such bad things before. Without him, I would have died a long time ago." Yes, it's the same this time, I don't want to die, my good life has just begun, so it's not worthwhile to die here in such a muddle."

"Don't scare yourself, it doesn't necessarily mean it's really haunted." The saleswoman was not that scared, and she still had a big customer who was emotionally safe.

Jiang Yan bit her lip, her fingers turned white from holding the steering wheel: "No, it must be haunted, it must be, and the situation this time is different from last time, otherwise Yang Jian would tell me to lie still on the ground, And don't keep me moving, don't stop."

"You and your boyfriend must be very good at playing." The saleswoman said.

"I'm not talking about that, it's about hitting ghosts. I've encountered ghosts before." Jiang Yan said, she didn't dare to stop, and she didn't dare to drive too fast.

The headlights are only waiting to illuminate a range of a few meters.

She was driving in the dark, for fear of accidentally driving to some weird place.

"Ding ding ding~!"

Suddenly, a notification sounded in the car.

The instrument panel suddenly showed that the co-pilot's door was opened.

"what?"

Jiang Yan suddenly opened her eyes wide, and glanced at the female salesperson in horror.

It was pitch black outside the car window, but one could vaguely see a figure reflected on the car window, revealing a blurred outline, no matter how fast the car was going, there was no way to drag it.

And the door was obviously locked, but now it opened slowly as the dashboard showed.

A gap appeared.

The cold air from outside rushed over, and the temperature in the compartment dropped several degrees in an instant.

A stiff, pale hand without a trace of blood slowly protruded in through the open door, trying to grab the female salesperson in the co-pilot seat.

"Quick, close the door quickly." Jiang Yan shouted in horror.

The saleswoman didn't know what was going on, she just instinctively pulled the door, because she did see the door suddenly open.

In an instant, the pale palm was stuck in the car door, and immediately changed shape, the flesh was split open, and a rotten smell floated in.

"Ah~!"

The female saleswoman who had just grabbed the car door screamed in fright when she saw the palm at this time, she also threw away the contract in her hand, and she almost shrank in fright.

The doors are all open.

The darkness, like thick ink, eroded into the carriage.

The lights in the car were flickering, as if the circuit had a bad connection.

The saleswoman screamed.

Jiang Yan bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from making a sound, and unconsciously stepped on the accelerator deeper and deeper.

At this moment, on another road.

"The scope of the ghost domain has become larger." Yang Jian was driving on the road in Yiliang, but he stopped soon.

The road ahead is blocked.

All are vehicles parked at intersections.

On the side of the road, there is a road sign that reads: The road sign of Shengli Road stands there, with peeling paint and rust.

If Yang Jian hadn't been here before, he really wouldn't know what this place is.

"Rose Bar?" Yang Jian stopped the car and looked to the side.

A dilapidated bar appeared in front of the eyes, the signboard fell, and the four characters Rose Bar had fallen off, leaving only a "ghost" character, which was still hanging in the air, flashing bright lights, and on the second bar of the bar In the building, through the broken glass, he vaguely saw a corpse hanging in a box on the second floor. The corpse was shaking slightly, its neck was tightly strangled by a rope, and its head was tilted to one side.

Through the ghostly eyes, Yang Jian could still see the man with a cigar in his mouth, emitting a little smoke, as if he had just died.

"The ghost is no longer here. The most urgent thing to do now is to find Jiang Yan first. It is better to save our own than to save other people." Yang Jian quickly looked away.

Step on the accelerator.

He rushed directly onto the sidewalk, forced a detour around the intersection, and continued on to other places.

Not long after he drove away.

The corpse hanging on the second floor of the bar suddenly opened its eyes.

The cigar in his mouth suddenly glowed red, as if he had been sucked in a puff.

When driving to another section of the road, Yang Jian suddenly heard a scream, and at the same time, Guiyan looked in one direction uncontrollably as if he had been stimulated by something.

A hotpot restaurant.

And it's on the second floor.

"There are ghosts there."

This abnormal movement of Ghost Eye made Yang Jian immediately understand the situation ahead.

But while there are ghosts, it also means that there are people.

Only humans scream.

Chapter 171 The Ghost Face Tong Qian

now.

The second floor of a hot pot restaurant on the side of the road.

The place was dark, all the lights were off, and only a few stray ray of light from the mobile phone gathered in a corner, and there were faintly suppressed sobbing and chattering.

Dozens of people gathered here.

They are the survivors who got involved in this incident, and after some things they have come to understand what they are facing now.

Fear almost destroyed their sanity.

The reason why they haven't completely collapsed is because of one person.

An Interpol.

On a stool outside the crowd, sat a tall and slender woman, wearing the professional uniform of Interpol, with a ponytail combed behind her head, she looked very capable.

A mature and indifferent face is full of solemnity and anxiety.

Her name is Tong Qian, and she is an Interpol from another city. She is also in charge of dealing with supernatural events in a city. Because the population of the city under her jurisdiction is small, supernatural events rarely occur. Her usual responsibilities are not heavy. Knock on the door incident, she was assigned by the Asian branch to dispatch to Dachang City for support.

However, the situation here is worse than imagined.

As soon as she entered Huangquan, Tong Qian felt that something was wrong.

She didn't meet the door knocker on the file, and the number of ghost slaves here alone made her feel creepy.

This is no longer as simple as facing a ghost, but a group of ghosts.

Plus it's deep in the haunted world.

Tong Qian is no longer sure that she will be able to leave here alive with these survivors. All she can do is to hold on for as long as possible, waiting for the timing to change, and the support from above.

So she gathered dozens of survivors and hid in this hot pot restaurant.

But at this time, a woman's scream made her expression change immediately.

"Who is screaming? Didn't I already tell you, no matter what kind of emergency you encounter, don't yell. If you want to survive, follow my instructions." Tong Qian stood up angrily, turned around and scolded .

"She, she called just now." A person next to him pointed to a middle-aged aunt and said.

The aunt's face was very ugly, and she said tremblingly: "No, it's not my name, it's not me."

"It's you who called it, so why not admit it? Tell me, what's the reason?" Tong Qian said.

"I told you it wasn't my name, you can't blame me." The aunt refused to admit it.

Tong Qian raised her brows: "Tell me immediately if there is any situation. Now is a special time. If there is anything wrong, please tell me. The place we are in is very special, and the situation is more complicated than you can imagine. Such a mess There will be no next time for shouting, otherwise I can't guarantee the safety of all of you if there is an accident."

"Aren't you a criminal police officer? How can you say such a thing." The aunt blamed a little.

Tong Qian's face darkened, and she was about to speak, but a voice immediately made her tense up, and she couldn't help but look back.

"Tap, tap, tap~!"

The sound of footsteps stepping up the stairs came clearly from the darkness ahead, one after another dull, stiff, not as light and flexible as normal people's footsteps.

Tong Qian could tell the sound of footsteps like this.

This is a dead body walking.

"Shut up." Tong Qian whispered.

She hurriedly approached the glass door of the hotpot restaurant, took a flashlight and shone at the entrance of the corridor in front, trying to use the strong light here to see clearly what it was that was walking up the stairs.

If it is a ghost slave, Tong Qian is sure to deal with it.

Footsteps came from bottom to top, gradually reaching the second floor.

Although the light of the military flashlight in his hand was bright, after passing through the darkness, there was only a layer of gray light covering the stairs. Although it was not bright enough, he could still see the situation ahead clearly.

Stiff, dull footsteps were getting closer.

Tong Qian's heart tightened.

She understood that the ghost had already been found.

Sure enough, it seemed a little too naive to hope to hide in the hot pot restaurant to avoid all dangers.

But hiding here is also a helpless move. There are too many survivors. If we act together, with the psychological quality of these people, each one is a burden. It is more dangerous to wander around outside. It is better to gather together and hide in a certain place .

After a moment.

At the stairway shrouded in gray light, suddenly, a head appeared.

Tong Qianmei's eyes suddenly shrank.

It was an old man, his face was dry and wrinkled like valleys, his eyes were hollow, ashes, lifeless, and his old skin was full of corpse spots, as if he had been dead for several days. He was wearing a Under the old-fashioned black one-piece gown, under the tall and thin body, the stiff feet made dull footsteps as they walked on the steps.

And as the old man kept approaching, the strong light from the flashlight seemed to be forced back.

A darkness gradually eroded over.

Everything around is affected, the ground is rotting, the walls are falling off.

"This ghost... is extraordinary." Tong Qian's heart went cold for an instant.

She has been a detective for so long, and she has never seen such a terrifying ghost.

Just looking at it gave her the feeling of having a nightmare.

There was almost no need to guess, Tong Qian was completely sure that this was the culprit of this supernatural event, the old ghost code-named: Ghost knocking on the door.