Mysterious resurgence

Something's wrong with Zhao Lei?

Looking at Zhao Lei standing outside the window talking to him, Yang Jian felt a strange strangeness as he had been in the same class for three years and played better with Zhang Wei.

This strangeness cannot be explained, it just feels wrong.

Yang Jian looked at Zhao Lei but found nothing unusual.

"Wang Shanshan's family is fine, but her own situation is not very good. Zhang Wei is still like that, staying at home all day playing games and live streaming. Do you have trouble with them? How about getting together together? Although Sun Ren and Liu Qi I haven’t come back, and my eldest cousin and Miao Xiaoshan are not here either, but it can still be considered a small class reunion,” Yang Jian said.

"Shut up." Zhao Lei, who had been relatively calm before, suddenly became violent and slammed the front of the car.

The front hood immediately dented a large amount, various alarm sounds came from the car, and the airbags deployed.

"Why, why did you save their family but not ours? Wang Shanshan, Zhang Wei's family's life is their life, isn't the life of my family's life?" Zhao Lei growled, as if he was going crazy. The beast looked a little agitated.

Yang Jian frowned, that weird feeling still lingering in his heart, but faced with such accusations from Zhao Lei, he calmly said; "Zhao Lei, I can only express regret and sympathy for some of the things that happened to you. Maybe your Many family members died in this supernatural incident, but I don’t want this outcome either.”

"This is a large-scale supernatural event. No one can avoid it. There are not many people I can take care of. Tragedy will always happen to someone."

Zhao Lei said, "So I am the only one left in my family?"

"You are emotionally unstable now. Please calm down for a while before talking." Yang Jian said.

"I don't need to calm down, I need an explanation." Zhao Lei growled.

Yang Jian frowned: "I can't give you an explanation. What you need now is not to find me specifically and blame me, but to calm down and figure out the source of the whole thing, so that you can understand that it is not me who is at fault. "

"You are the person in charge of Dachang City. You have the obligation to solve the supernatural incidents here, but you failed to do it." Zhao Lei said.

Yang Jiandao; "No one can do everything best. Tragedies will happen in any city under the jurisdiction of a responsible person. We are all people who have come out of No. 7 Middle School alive. We should learn to accept this cruel reality, and I feel that your state is very wrong now. Although your emotions are very intense, you don't look like a normal person. Instead, you feel like "

"Like a ghost, right?" Zhao Lei accepted his words, and the anger on his face turned into a kind of indifference, with a smile that was emotionless; "Because like you, I became a ghost controller. "

"It's funny to say that I searched for ghosts all over the city, but there was no result. When the accident happened this time, I went to your house to ask for your help, but I met someone who looked exactly like you. That person was not you, right? Sitting there reading the newspaper, motionless."

When Yang Jian heard this, his eyes narrowed.

Is that something?

He searched for the thing for a while, but failed to find it. Unexpectedly, it was still at his old home and was accidentally bumped into by Zhao Lei.

"How did you survive?" Yang Jian asked immediately: "That thing is very dangerous."

"What do you think?" Zhao Lei's smile contained a hint of weirdness.

When Yang Jian saw his appearance, he immediately felt an inexplicable chill. Some kind of intuition told him that Zhao Lei was in a weird and dangerous state, and was different from ordinary ghost controllers.

"Are you affected? Or are you the ghost? The real Zhao Lei is dead." His eyes narrowed and he stared at him, and one of his ghost eyes opened restlessly.

Although he only had one contact with the ghost at home, he knew through Liu Xiaoyu's reminder that the ghost seemed to be able to tamper with memories, and he had no idea about it.

In addition, the red newspaper in the ghost's hand seemed to be able to imprint people's faces. As for what would happen after imprinting people's faces, he didn't know.

Because he managed to escape the last time he was attacked and was not attacked by the ghost.

"I know everything about you. There is still a gap between you and me now. I will come to you to seek justice for my dead family. From today on, we are no longer classmates."

Zhao Lei slowly backed away with a weird smile, as if he was about to leave.

"Since you said so, I will keep you today and I can't leave you alone." Yang Jian didn't care how special Zhao Lei's situation was or what changes he had undergone.

As long as he comes into contact with a ghost lingering in his home, there must be something wrong.

So he felt that he should restrict the people first and then slowly study it. If it couldn't be done, he took Zhao Lei and mailed it to Wang Xiaoming, asking him to find the answer.

moment.

Yang Jian's body glowed red and disappeared from the driver's seat.

Suddenly, he appeared where Zhao Lei was before and wanted to catch him directly.

But Zhao Lei was missing.

A piece of red paper fell to the ground.

Blood seeped out of the red paper, and the outline of a human face clearly appeared on the paper.

This face looks like Zhao Lei.

"He really had an accident." Yang Jian's face changed slightly, and he had a bad feeling in his heart when he looked at the face on the red paper.

This red paper is very weird, and it was once held in the hand of a ghost. With his memory being tampered with at will, Zhao Lei may no longer be considered a ghost controller, but on the contrary, he may be controlled by a ghost. .

I'm afraid I don't even know this kind of control yet.

Because no one knows exactly where there is something wrong with their memory.

Without hesitation, a tall headless figure walked out of his body, wanting to put the paper away first.

But before he could take action, a dark wind blew around him.

Red paper was flying all around, and a cloud of dust was thrown up.

The whole street became a deserted, abandoned place.

"Ghostland?" Yang Jian frowned.

He saw those red papers flying in the air. Each one had a human face, including men, women, children, and Zhao Lei's faces. They had expressions of fear, tranquility, and despair. Like masks, weird and scary.

And at the end of this street.

There is a bench, like a rest chair in a park.

There was a man sitting on it. Only his feet were visible, not the upper body, because the man was sitting there with a newspaper and looking at it.

like a statue.

As stiff as a corpse.