Mysterious recovery

Did not disturb the father who read the newspaper.

As he exited the room, he tried to see the face of this man with some curiosity.

However, before Yang Jian saw it clearly, he found that a corner of the newspaper was scarlet, as if soaked in blood, and the rich scarlet seemed to turn into blood and drip down.

Blood-stained newspaper~!

A normal person would read such a newspaper?

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and at this moment he completely believed what Liu Xiaoyu said was true. His father had died in a car accident when he was in elementary school. The file on her side was true, so the so-called It is simply impossible for the father to exist, because the dead cannot be resurrected.

And if the father does not exist, then there is only one possibility for the man sitting on the bed reading the newspaper in front of him, and that is... a ghost.

Immediately his heart trembled.

when?

When did this ghost sneak into the house, when did it appear in the house, and when was his memory tampered with?

Or is it that I have been living with this ghost for the past few years?

If it wasn't for Liu Xiaoyu's phone call, would he never be awakened?

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Jian felt horrified.

The moment he stepped out of the room.

The man reading the newspaper suddenly moved, his head turned around at a strange speed, facing Yang Jian.

Immediately, Yang Jian backed away in fright.

This man... has no face, no facial features, only a layer of flesh.

"Walk."

Yang Jian let out a low growl in his heart, turned around and fled without saying a word.

It has been thoroughly determined.

This man is a ghost.

However, the moment he turned his head, his eyes immediately went dark, as if he had bumped into something.

a newspaper...

Sticky, fishy, ​​as if stained with thick blood.

The newspaper stuck to his face, and immediately stuck to it. He subconsciously wanted to tear it off, but the blood-stained newspaper seemed to have turned into the skin of his face. It was extremely painful, and it couldn't be torn apart easily.

"Is this ghost starting to attack me?" Yang Jian immediately realized this in his heart.

When he was in school, he had encountered two waves of attacks by evil spirits.

"Only ghosts can deal with ghosts..."

As soon as he gritted his teeth, suddenly an eye protruded from the back of his hand and emitted a faint red light.

The palm with this eye had an effect when tearing off the newspaper covering the face.

The newspaper was gradually detaching from the face, like a piece of plaster being gradually torn off.

Yet at this time.

The ghost didn't seem to want to let him go so easily.

Yang Jian felt the ghost approaching, as if pulling the newspaper behind it.

The power of terror came.

The newspaper wrapped around his face shrunk again, sticking tightly to his face, a strong feeling of suffocation and dizziness came quickly.

If this continues, you don't need to be killed by ghosts, but you will be suffocated to death by this weird newspaper.

"Since you want to play, then I'll play with you. You're a ghost, but I'm not a human." A beast-like growl came out of Yang Jian's throat.

Two red eyes popped out of his face.

The newspaper at the position where the eyes grew out immediately made a sound like tearing paper, and was torn open immediately.

The moment the newspaper was torn, the terrifying pulling force behind it was also reduced a lot.

"Come again." Yang Jian gritted his teeth secretly.

The power of this eye can't be used too much, once he uses it, he will be one step closer to death, but right now he doesn't need it, he doesn't need to borrow the power of the ghost in his body, he will die now.

An eye appeared again on the forehead.

"Chi~!"

The blood-stained newspaper pasted on his forehead was torn open again.

The pulling force behind him became lighter again, and at this moment his suffocation and dizziness quickly faded away.

"continue."

Yang Jian knew that the strength of the ghost in his body was not enough.

A fifth eye popped out of his neck.

There was another cut at the eyes where the neck was strangled.

At this time, Yang Jian exerted force with his hands, and the newspaper wrapped around his face was torn to pieces in an instant because of too many rips.

Suffocation, dullness completely disappeared.

Gulps of air rushed in.

There were four eyes on Yang Jian's face, emitting a faint red light.

He looked back.

There was no one behind him, only the blood-stained shreds of newspaper scattered on the ground.

"Get out of here."

Yang Jian was so frightened that he didn't dare to stay for a long time, he opened the door and quickly left the house without taking anything.

And it wasn't long before he left here.

In the room he was in before, a person came out.

The man picked up the torn and scattered newspapers on the ground, and then pieced them together.

Soon the newspaper returned to its previous appearance, still stained with scarlet blood, but there was an outline of a human face on top of the scarlet newspaper.

That face is... Yang Jian.

The man picked up the newspaper, then walked to the sofa beside him as if nothing had happened, sat down and continued to raise his arms, looking at the newspaper in front of him without moving, in exactly the same posture as before.

until several hours later.

Suddenly, the man moved.

He slowly lowered his arms, he no longer has no facial features, no face.

At this moment, he showed Yang Jian's face.

However, on the face of this "Yang Jian", the places where the eyes had grown before were blank, as if a clear photo had been forcibly cut away in several places.

The face is not perfect...

Chapter 27 Red Paper Covering Eyes

In a public restroom.

The water gushed out, and Yang Jian washed the stinky blood on his face.

Feeling the cool running water, he felt much calmer.

"Sure enough, something went wrong with me... That ghost just now can change a person's memory, and forcibly insert a non-existent person into my mind, so I don't feel abnormal at all. Even if I have this eye, I can't find it. Clue."

"If it wasn't for Liu Xiaoyu's reminder, I'm afraid I'd still be living with that ghost at home."

He looked up at the mirror in front of him.

The eyes on Yang Jian's face had disappeared, and he returned to normal for a while.

"Hello, Yang Jian, please answer if you hear it, please answer it if you hear it, I'm Liu Xiaoyu." Suddenly, the satellite positioning phone next to the wash basin rang.

From before to now, the phone has not been hung up.

"It's me." Yang Jian picked up the phone and said.

"What happened to you?" Liu Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Jiandao: "You guessed right. My father did die in a car accident when I was in elementary school. The thing in the house just now was not a human... it was a ghost."

"You escaped?"

"Yes." Yang Jian wiped the water off his face, at this moment he suddenly saw a piece of red paper stuck to the back of his hand.

This is...a fragment of that newspaper from earlier.

"It's fine, can you tell me about the general situation of that ghost?" Liu Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Jiandao: "That ghost can tamper with people's memory, the law of action is unclear, and the way of killing is unclear, but before I was wrapped in a blood-stained newspaper, I almost suffocated to death, that's all I know for the time being too much."

"Okay." Liu Xiaoyu quickly recorded.

"Since my dad is a ghost, what about my mom? Where is she, and when did this ghost appear? You should be able to call up the surveillance cameras nearby, and can you check for me?" Yang Jian said. .

Liu Xiaoyu said: "I can check it for you, but you have to cooperate with our work in the future."

"What work to start?" Yang Jian asked.

"For the time being, it's just some simple information collection work. As long as you find any ghosts, you must report them immediately." Liu Xiaoyu said.

"What's the benefit?" Yang Jian said.

Liu Xiaoyu said: "Give a certain degree of relative care, and a generous monthly salary, but you are not a criminal policeman, so you don't have a monthly salary for now, but I can help your mother find a more stable job."

"You don't even have a salary, you want me to work for your Interpol? I read that website, and the rewards for solving a ghost incident are at least tens of millions of dollars. I won't live long after becoming a ghost driver. If there are no real benefits I refuse to work for you."

Yang Jian said very seriously.

Liu Xiaoyu on the phone was a little anxious: "The rewards abroad are high because most of the ghost masters abroad are mercenaries. They watch the rewards and do things, so the spread of supernatural events abroad is much higher than that in China. You live in Dachang. The city should be very clear that apart from the supernatural events you have encountered, you should rarely know about large-scale ghost killings."

"This is due to the hard work of the ghost masters in our country. If everyone thinks like you, how can there be peace in the country?"

"Don't talk about this topic for now, I still have a little situation here, please contact me next time."

Yang Jian did not continue the conversation, but hung up the phone.

"Beep..." Liu Xiaoyu was furious when he heard the sound of the phone hanging up.

Yang Jian didn't make an excuse for hanging up the phone, but because he had to deal with a piece of red paper stuck to the back of his hand at this time.

Tear off the palm-sized red paper and prepare to throw it away.

This thing is something that the ghost has been holding in his hand all the time, revealing a kind of weirdness and evilness, it is probably not a good thing to carry it with him.

However, just when he tore off the red paper.

Immediately, there was a severe pain in the skin where it was glued.

A red eye appeared again.

At the same time, I felt a strange wriggling all over my body.

The eyes in the body began to become restless, as if they had been awakened from their slumber by using their power before.

"Could it be..."

Looking at the red paper in his hand, Yang Jian didn't choose to throw it away, but continued to paste it back on the back of his hand, just covering the eye.

The red eyes closed immediately, and the strange squirming feeling in the flesh and blood disappeared.

It seemed that everything was calm again.

"Sure enough, the red paper can suppress the power of this eye, although not completely...but it can slow down the recovery of this eye."

Seeing this, Yang Jian was a little surprised.

Then he remembered that sentence: Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.

If the eyes in the body are a ghost, so is the red newspaper.