Mysterious recovery

laugh……

The video instantly blurred and the image disappeared.

There are many comments below the video:

"Fack, 3000 million dollars to solve this thing? President of the United States, go to hell, save your money to buy lollipops for your children, this thing is defined as C-level? Are you trying to trick us into cannon fodder?"

An American netizen commented, but there are Chinese translations and other translations under the English language, which can be understood at a glance.

"Although the video is concealed, it can be judged that this is already a ghost that can affect the surrounding things. It is estimated that it is not far away from forming a ghost domain. B-level is the least. If you have a conscience, it is not an exaggeration to define it as A. The United States The people really are living in dire straits, if newcomers don’t understand, they will probably be fooled to death.” A domestic netizen replied.

"I'm dying anyway. Form a group to make money and beg your teammates to take you away, cute."

"I can't believe even one frame of Lao Mi's video reward."

Yang Jian looked at the comments and pondered: "Do ghosts still have levels? Check it out."

Chapter 25 Where did your father come from?

Yang Jian searched on the website, and soon found a section on the classification of ghosts.

When I opened it, there was a line of words on it to remind: Governments of various countries divide ghosts into the following levels according to the degree of harm that ghosts do to the world.

Note: It does not represent the horror level of ghosts.

Class C: Restricted class.

The ghosts that are fixed in an area, the degree of harm is less than 100 people, can be restricted and contained by the ghost master, and they are not contagious.

Class B: Dangerous class.

Specters that already have the ability to roam are very dangerous, but the degree of harm is less than 1 people and cannot be contained, but they can still be restricted by ghost masters and have a certain degree of diffusion.

Class A: Disaster Class.

If you leave it alone, you will have the existence of killing the population of a city within a certain period of time. It is extremely terrifying and cannot be restricted or contained at present.

S-Class: Destruction class.

It has the ability to destroy the population of several cities, and even a country if it cannot be contained.

"Dividing the level of ghosts based on the degree of harm to humans does not represent the level of terror of ghosts." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he understood the meaning of the above levels.

Regardless of whether it is a C-level ghost or an A-level ghost, the degree of terror may be similar, but because the C-level ghost is not harmful enough to people, the level cannot be raised.

"The level of what you do can only be used as a reference, and it is of no use."

Yang Jian shook his head, and didn't pay too much attention to the above levels. This is the level of disasters divided by various countries. It's really a ghost, and it's not dead.

What's the difference between dying oneself and dying a hundred?

It's all about death.

Yang Jian continued to browse other information.

Suddenly, a special list made him very concerned.

"Global ranking list of spooky horror levels."

"Even the ranking list has been compiled. These crooked nuts are really free. Why don't you make a list of female ghosts? Let's see which female ghost is more beautiful and sexy. If you make a bikini catwalk show, it will be even better." Alright." Yang Jian said to himself, and when he opened his eyelids, his eyelids twitched.

His expression immediately became serious.

No. [-] in the ghost list:

Code name: Ghost call.

Features: As long as the phone rings, you will definitely die. Whether you answer it or not, whether you can hear it or not, it doesn’t matter if you have a mobile phone around you. It kills people indiscriminately around the world. It does not have physical characteristics. It is similar to the law of causality. There is no solution at present, but fortunately A ghost call only kills one person, which is currently defined as a B-level.

Note: A foreign president has died from a ghost call.

"That's fine." Yang Jian was dumbfounded after reading it.

This is too incomprehensible, as soon as the phone rings, you will die, it is simply a reminder, and it doesn't matter whether you have a mobile phone by your side, even if you are deaf and can't hear it, you will die the same.

The ghost ranking second:

Codename: Nightmare.

Features: People die in their sleep, currently the law of action is unknown, the spread is unknown, it does not have physical characteristics, it kills people indiscriminately around the world, it has a record of killing 350 people at one time, it is currently defined as Class A.

Note: Nightmares can be avoided by not sleeping.

Ghost ranking third:

Code Name: Ghost Eater.

feature……

Yang Jian looked at the list of ghosts and couldn't help but feel a burst of despair.

Global indiscriminate killing.

These few words simply make one's scalp tingle.

Can't defend, can't escape, can't even predict, as long as you touch it, you will definitely die, even if you are a billionaire, or a poor beggar, or even the president of a country...anyone is threatened by Li Gui under.

People in the world who know the existence of this thing must be panic-stricken.

"However, with so many people in the world, the chances of bumping into a ghost on the ranking list are relatively small. If you really encounter a ghost and kill you, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky." After a brief shock, Yang Jian quickly recovered. Calm down.

"Go to the toilet, come back and continue reading."

After browsing for an hour, Yang Jian got up and left the computer.

"Dad, why don't you turn on the light to read the newspaper? Be careful of your eyes."

He came to the living room and opened his mouth when he saw that there was no light in the living room.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa with a newspaper covering his face at the moment, as if the surrounding darkness seemed to merge into one, and he was watching the news seriously. He didn't say a word, and didn't answer Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't care too much, he continued to surf the Internet after going to the toilet.

It is necessary to understand what happened in this world in the shortest possible time, so as to find a way to survive.

The parchment said he had less than three months to live.

But he didn't believe that if he became a ghost master, he would have no way to survive.

Fang Jing said when he was in school before that he had a way to prevent ghost masters from dying from the resuscitation of ghosts.

It's just that Fang Jing is dead.

The content on the parchment was also rewritten. Yang Jian didn't know what the method was, but he felt that there must be a way to survive.

"While looking for a way to survive, we also need to prepare for the worst..." Yang Jian thought to himself.

"The power of ghosts can affect all matter, but one exception: gold"

Signed: Bruce Pi.

A paper appeared in his eyes.

Yang Jian opened it and continued to browse, but at this time a mobile phone next to him rang.

Turn around.

It was Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning phone.

"Hey, who is it?"

Yang directly talked on the phone and continued to look at the essay.

"You dare to lie to me. Your name is not Zhang Wei at all. Your name is Yang Jian. You are from Meishan Village, Yang Town, Dachang City, a certain province. You were born on January 19st. Now you are [-] years old, and you are [-] years old..."

The voice of Liu Xiaoyu gnashing his teeth came from the phone.

Yang Jian was not surprised, but said: "So you have already found Zhang Wei to investigate? The efficiency is average. I thought you would have found out six hours ago. Don't get me wrong. I was so good at the beginning. Trust a stranger’s phone call? What if it’s a phone scam? Giving you fake news is also for your own safety.”

"How much time and energy was wasted because of one of your lies?"

Liu Xiaoyu said: "I seriously warn you, you are absolutely not allowed to do this again next time, we have a lot of incidents to deal with every day, and the tasks are very heavy, if everyone is like you, then how can we carry out our work? "

"That being said, I'm not a criminal police officer, so I'm not under your control." Yang Jian said indifferently.

At this time, the middle-aged man in the living room came in and sat on the bed next to Yang Jian. He didn't say a word, holding a newspaper in his hand and looking down.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Yang Jian asked.

The middle-aged man did not speak, but Liu Xiaoyu on the phone asked: "Who are you talking to? You should keep this matter a secret, and you should not tell other irrelevant people, so as not to cause panic. I should explain it to you. Check out the confidentiality policy."

"I'm talking to my dad. Let's stop here for today. I'll talk to you next time. I'm still busy." Yang Jian was about to hang up the phone.

"wait wait wait."

Suddenly Liu Xiaoyu's voice rose a little bit, and he said in surprise: "Your father? What happened to you? I have your file next to me. I can see your information from birth to high school. Where are you? Dad? Your dad died in a car accident when you were in fifth grade, and your guardian is your mother."

"And there is no mention of your mother's remarriage."

"That means you have been in a single-parent family since elementary school."

Yang Jian said: "What nonsense are you talking about, my dad is sitting next to me reading the newspaper."

After he finished speaking, he turned around.

The middle-aged man sitting on the bed next to him was motionless. He raised his arms and held a newspaper, covering his face, so he could not see his face clearly. The lights in the living room and bedroom were not turned on, and other places were dim except for the light of the computer monitor. And in such a dim environment, it is impossible to read the words on the newspaper clearly.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Yang Jian stretched out his hand to push the newspaper away.

But then he suddenly saw a black and white portrait of a middle-aged man hanging on a cabinet in the room.

Suddenly, his hands froze.

"Yang Jian, there must be something wrong with you, hurry up, leave your residence quickly." Liu Xiaoyu's urgent urging voice came from the other end of the phone.

Chapter 26 A ghost as a father.

A middle-aged man who couldn't see his face was sitting straight and stiff on the head of Yang Jian's bed. He raised his hand to hold the first newspaper and remained motionless, as if he was really reading the newspaper seriously. news.

All this seems to be normal, and there is nothing strange about it.

However, the darkness in the room was not suitable for reading newspapers at all.

Moreover, this person has maintained this posture since Yang Jian went online until now, and has never changed. It is impossible for ordinary people to do this.

The only change is that this person sat on the sofa in the living room to the head of the bed in the room.

Just moved the location.

From far to near.

This closer distance does not make people feel at ease, on the contrary, it is an inexplicable threat and fear.

Why did my father sit next to me and read the newspaper so well?

Did you have this habit before?

Looking at the portrait hanging on the cabinet in the room, listening to Liu Xiaoyu's urgent urging voice.

Yang Jian realized that something was wrong.

If the file Liu Xiaoyu mentioned is true, is this person still his father?

It seems to be... but it seems not to be.

Did his father really die in a car accident when he was a child?

In Yang Jian's mind, he clearly believed that the person in front of him was his father, and everything seemed so natural, without any falsehood.

"Even so, it's still very strange..."

Yang Jian immediately withdrew his palm, instead of pushing away the newspaper blocking this person, he immediately picked up the phone, stood up abruptly, and stepped back.

Try to stay away from this man who reads the newspaper.

In the end, he was affected by something, and his memory had a problem.

Or is everything in front of me just a dream, not real?

Or, is the whole residential building weird?

"No matter what, let's leave here first, and then try to figure out what's going on." Yang Jian couldn't be sure whether it was something wrong with him, his father, or something around him.

He cautiously retreated from the room to the living room.