Mysterious recovery

"A fast or slow heartbeat is not good for the human body, but my situation is special. My body is already considered a ghost, and I will almost never die. What do you care about?"

He controls the heartbeat and increases the blood flow throughout the body.

As the blood flow rate increased, the cold body began to recover some warmth.

After a lot of tossing, Yang Jian felt that his body gradually returned to normal.

At least on the surface.

In fact, Yang Jian knew in his heart that the biggest problem with him was not his body, but his mind. After he came back from the dead, most of his body became a ghost, and his mind was very different from before.

The only thing that remains the same is that his thinking is still the same as before.

However, Yang Jian didn't know whether his thoughts would subtly change under the influence of ghosts as time passed... or if this change had already begun, but he hadn't noticed it yet.

"Go to sleep, I don't know if I can sleep now."

After washing away the blood in his body, he went back to his room to sleep.

Since he hanged himself, he hasn't slept once, and he hasn't felt tired at all.

From the initial insomnia, waking up, to less sleep, and then no sleep, Yang Jian could clearly feel these changes.

Lying in bed.

The more Yang Jian slept, the more energetic he became, and he didn't intend to fall asleep at all.

"Yang Jian, are you there?"

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Is there something wrong?" Yang Jian asked.

The door opened, only to see Zhang Liqin wrapped in a bathrobe, who seemed to have just taken a shower, and walked in with a slightly red face.

"I see that the lights in your room are not turned off, so come here to see... If anything happened recently."

Yang Jiandao: "It's nothing, everything will be normal after the starving ghost time is over."

Zhang Liqin said: "Then why do you often stay in the room alone, and you don't play games with Zhang Wei anymore, and you turn away people who approach you, and do you also avoid me on purpose?"

"Avoid you? No such thing." Yang Jian said.

"No? Then why don't you come to see me at night, because you think I'm boring? If that's the case, I'll leave in a few days, and I don't have to stay here with you." Zhang Liqin said in a resentful tone.

After Yang Jian thought for a while, he realized that he had lost something after being resurrected from the dead.

desire.

The sheer desire of a man for a woman.

Looking at Zhang Liqin's mature and fair body wrapped in a bath towel, Yang Jian looked as if he was looking at a stone without any thoughts, his eyes were very calm, and there was no turmoil in his heart.

As if he has seen through the world of mortals, he has the mentality of transcending the world and attaining the Tao.

If it were a normal man, I'm afraid he couldn't help but want to commit a crime at this time.

"Could it be that I can't do it anymore?" Such a terrible thought popped up in Yang Jian's mind.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now that I think about it, I start to feel that things seem a little serious.

"Then I won't disturb you anymore. I'm going to sleep." Seeing Yang Jian sitting there motionless, looking like he was thinking, Zhang Liqin couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, so she turned and left.

"and many more."

Yang Jian who came back to his senses called out to her.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Liqin turned around.

"Come here, I just need your help with something, I hope you don't mind." Yang Jian said.

Zhang Liqin blushed slightly, walked over obediently with a bit of coquettishness, closed the door, and then sat on the bed: "As long as you open your mouth, I won't mind no matter what you want from me. After all, without you, I would have died long ago..."

Facing this special man in front of her, she has always had an indescribable feeling.

She doesn't have any deep feelings, and she can barely be regarded as an ordinary friend, but she doesn't have the slightest resistance to Yang Jian, and she even wants to please this man.

If Yang Jian needs her in anything, whether it is life or physiology, Zhang Liqin will even feel excited and excited.

In fact, this is a kind of psychological dependence.

After experiencing a desperate and terrifying spiritual event, it is good that the spirit does not break down.

"I don't even know if I'm a normal man now. It's different from the feeling when I first controlled Ghost Eye." Yang Jian looked at his palm and said.

Zhang Liqin blinked, a little confused.

The information she knew was limited, so she couldn't quite understand what Yang Jian said.

"Forget it, you don't understand even if you tell me." Yang Jian said.

now.

Outside the Guanjiang community, the three uninvited guests during the day finally walked into the community.

Two men and one woman.

"Isn't it better to go to someone during the day? Others may be asleep at night. Isn't it a bit offending to do so? After all, it's a person who solved the S-level supernatural incident, so it's better to give some respect. What do you think, Russell? One." A man in his thirties next to him said.

Depending on the situation, this slender and handsome young man is the leader.

Luo Suyi smiled lightly and said, "To be a ghost, you must have the style of being a ghost. It's so boring to be haunted by white hair."

"Besides, it's too ostentatious to say hello during the day. It's better to keep a low profile. Dachang City has assembled at least [-] top ghost masters. Even the special warfare major general Li Jun has come. They still have to give them face."

"Miss Lin Luomei, don't you mind shouting something?"

Russell looked at the cute woman in her twenties next to her and said.

Lin Luomei didn't refuse, she took out a megaphone and shouted to the whole community: Yang Jian~!Ghost Eye Detective Yang Jian, come out quickly.

The sound was extremely strange, it didn't spread out directly, but was groping forward in an irregular way like a ghost.

It was as if the voice would find someone by itself.

Every time she yelled, the voice found out by itself, and after yelling six times, this Lin Luomei stopped.

"It's only called six times in such a large community. When will we find out?" Russell said.

"Why don't you come and shout?" Lin Luomei kept her mouth shut, and the loudspeaker sounded.

Russell said together: "I sing very well. I even won prizes when I was in elementary school, but I can't shout. I definitely can't shout Yang Jian."

"What if you call someone to death by accident?" the man next to him asked.

"It shouldn't be so easy to die, after all, he is also the one who solved the S-level supernatural incident." Russell murmured.

The voice continued to move forward, wandering in the Guanjiang community, the voice passed the security booth in the community, but the security guards inside didn't seem to hear any sound.

A moment passed, and the voice passed the door and entered the house.

"Yang Jian, ghost-eyed detective Yang Jian..."

The sound lingered on the first floor, but there was no sound at all on the second floor.

Then the voice went upstairs again and lingered on the second floor. Similarly, there was no sound at all on the third and first floors.

2 Chapter Eighty

A strange voice hovered in the room, calling Yang Jian's name, looking for him like a ghost.

The voice started searching from the first floor, gradually went to the second floor, the third floor, and then came to the fourth floor.

The room on the fourth floor was brightly lit.

Jiang Yan was lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone, constantly posting her personal news.

"Recently, my boyfriend ignored me again. Now I am devastated. It is so desolate that such a big house saves me alone."

It turned out that the accompanying picture was Yang Jian's big villa.

And her last dynamic is: be a happy little licking dog, believe in yourself, and have everything you need until the end.

Further up the news; my boyfriend gave me 500 million to buy a car, what kind of car should I buy?

Dozens of people responded to each post, all of whom were her high school, college classmates, and some relatives and friends.

"Sister Jiang, your boyfriend must not love you anymore, so hurry up and introduce him to me."

"How can you be so rich as a criminal police officer? There must be something wrong."

"When will you get married? Wait for your wedding wine. I heard that Dachang City is polluted by chemicals. Jiang Yan, are you okay?"

Jiang Yan was humming a song while scrolling through the comments, replying to a few from time to time, with a happy and satisfied expression on her face, even a little smug.

What she didn't notice was that a voice calling Yang Jian's name kept hovering around her, as if someone was standing beside her and whispering.

But Jiang Yan didn't respond at all. No matter how entangled the voice was, she still didn't hear it.

Finally, the voice lingered for a while before leaving, and then went to the fifth floor.

"Yang Jian, Ghost Eye Detective Yang Jian..." The voice came all the way up the stairs, and finally reached the fifth floor.

One of the rooms on the fifth floor is Yang Jian's residence.

And this voice continued to linger in each room after going up to the fifth floor, and finally got into a room through the crack of the door. This room was a room with a ghost mirror. Although the door was locked, the voice But it was able to penetrate through every hole, and drilled directly in.

There was nothing in the dark room except a ghost mirror covered by a black cloth.

When the voice lingered in the room, the ghost mirror suddenly vibrated slightly, and the black cloth covering the ghost mirror slowly slipped down.

"Yang Jian, come out quickly."

When the voice came to the ghost mirror, a person exactly like Yang Jian came out from the depths of the mirror. It stood in front of the mirror and seemed to be chasing the voice coming out of the mirror, but was blocked by the mirror. Down, unable to get out of trouble smoothly.

"Yang Jian, Ghost Eye Detective Yang Jian..." The voice still lingered in the room.

The Yang Jian in the mirror kept following the voice.

But still no effect.

Yang Jian in the mirror does not exist in this world and cannot get out of trouble.

The voice finally gave up and floated out of the room again.

After the voice left, the ghost mirror regained its calm, and Yang Jian in the mirror turned around and sank into the depths of the mirror.

Search room by room.

Finally, it came to Yang Jian's bedroom on this floor.

The voice gradually floated to the bedside.

Yang Jian, who was sleeping, felt as if his body was out of his control at this moment. He wanted to stand up, follow the whole voice, get out of bed, and leave here.

This kind of behavior is like sleepwalking, with a feeling of being guided and controlled by some weird thing.

But just for a moment.

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.

His body trembled slightly, he broke free from the restraint and control, and then stretched out his hand to grab the air.

The voice next to my ear stopped abruptly and disappeared in an instant.

"Yang Jian, what's the matter?" Zhang Liqin asked in a daze while holding his neck.

"court death."

A faint red light emanated from Yang Jian's body, covering the entire room, and then the red light radiated from the room, and immediately spread to the entire Guanjiang community. In just a few seconds, he had already seen everything around him, and found that After discovering the source of this weird voice, he spit out two words suddenly.

"You go to bed first, I'll go out for a while."

After a sound, he disappeared completely.

"My voice has disappeared, that Yang Jian is coming, be careful, he is scary..."

At this moment, in a rest pavilion in the community, Lin Luomei made a sound with a voice device.

"Scary? How scary?" Russell smiled and said, "Am I as scary as I am?"

Lin Luomei was just about to speak, but the next moment her face suddenly changed, and she flew up immediately, a straw rope was tied around her neck, and she was hoisted up.

Suffocation, powerlessness to resist, people instantly feel the fear of dying.

There seemed to be a pair of invisible big hands on the straw rope, clenched desperately, the strength was terrifying and somewhat frightening.