Mysterious resurgence

"What time is it now?"

On the fifth underground floor of the laboratory, Wang Xiaoming had just woken up. After washing his face, he heated a pack of emergency food with an alcohol lamp and asked questions while eating.

Wei Jing was still standing in the experimental room not far away, staring at what was going on inside. He was like a corpse. He didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep. He didn't feel tired. He could work around the clock.

"It's already eight o'clock in the evening. According to the previously determined time, the curse of the music box will break out in four hours." He answered stiffly, without any emotion in his tone.

"At this point in time, the operation against the ghost paintings should have already begun." Wang Xiaoming's expression moved and he continued to eat: "How is Guo Fan's condition?"

"He seemed to be asleep. He lay in the ghost coffin five hours ago and there was no movement. I couldn't see what was going on inside." Wei Jing said.

Wang Xiaoming called up the surveillance camera and took a quick look at it.

Indeed, five hours ago Guo Fan controlled Yang Jian's body to yawn and stretched himself into the ghost coffin.

"If Guo Fan is not awake at eleven o'clock, wake him up." Wang Xiaoming frowned.

"Okay." Wei nodded.

"What's going on with Dr. Chen? Is he dead?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

Wei Jingdao: "I confirmed the situation through the headquarters before. There is indeed a ghost wandering in the building. The degree of danger is unknown. However, Gao Ming has had contact with the ghost in the building. In addition, the ghost's appearance was also captured through surveillance. Information On the computer next to you, Professor Wang, Dr. Chen is still alive for the time being."

"Let me take a look."

Wang Xiaoming opened the computer again, and there was indeed a new folder.

After clicking on it, there are surveillance videos and photos processed through technology in the folder.

The photo is of a corridor in a building. In this corridor, a child wearing a death shroud with a blue-black complexion is holding a rotting dead head in his hand. He raises his head and looks at the surveillance camera. The eyes have no pupils and are strangely red. It's like a pair of ghost eyes.

"Starving to death?" Wang Xiaoming's eyes narrowed.

"Have you checked the relevant information?"

Wei Jing said: "After checking, the ghost was wearing the ghost shroud that was worn by Jiang Shangbai before. After Jiang Shangbai died, the ghost shroud was taken off by Yang Jian. The rotten dead head belonged to a friend named Liu in the circle of friends. The ghosts left behind by Dong Dong's ghost master after his death were also collected by the archives headquarters. The rotting dead heads are very dangerous. Living people cannot be stared at by the dead heads, otherwise they will die within a few seconds. , and similarly if this rotten human head is staring at a ghost, then the ghost will be suppressed."

With the ghost controller and the collection of information about ghosts, ghost children will be able to clearly detect many situations just by showing their characteristics.

"And we checked Yang Jian's file and found that the ghost's appearance is almost exactly the same as Yang Jian's when he was a child."

Wang Xiaoming nodded and said, "I saw it."

He found photos of Yang Jian as a child in his folder. After comparing them, he found that the ghost and Yang Jian were exactly the same, except that the ghost boy was a supernatural version of little Yang Jian.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes moved: "Yang Jian is deliberately raising this ghost. He put other supernatural objects and ghost puzzles on this ghost to increase its horror. Putting aside this ghost, Not to mention himself, the shroud and the two dead ghosts are enough to fight against the top ghost controllers."

"Gao Ming must have suffered a loss after contacting him, otherwise Dr. Chen would not still be trapped in this building."

"Incredible, really incredible, how did Yang Jian order this thing?"

The existence of the ghost boy successfully aroused Wang Xiaoming's interest.

If Yang Jian can really control it, then as the puzzle pieces on this ghost increase, it will become an unsolvable S-class ghost in the future.

The most important thing is that this ghost does not have to worry about the resurrection of the evil ghost, because it is a ghost itself and there is no possibility of recovery, but the key lies in control.

If it cannot be controlled, this little devil is a potentially huge disaster.

"Do I need to deal with it?"

Wei Jing saw Wang Xiaoming thinking silently and thought he was worried, so he spoke directly.

A smile appeared at the corner of Wang Xiaoming's mouth: "Deal it? Why should we deal with it? It's a very interesting existence. This is an alien among aliens. It is the product of conflict between supernatural events. It neither belongs to the Starving Ghost nor Yang Jian. Although it does not I don’t know what method he used to control this ghost, but I know he succeeded, otherwise according to the killing rules of starving ghosts, Dr. Chen and the others would be dead by now.”

"I didn't expect Yang Jian to still have such a hand. He gave me a surprise."

Wei Jing said: "Professor Wang, this is not the time for research. If Yang Jian controls this thing, it will be quite dangerous in the future. Once out of control, it will be another S-level supernatural event in the future."

"You also said it was out of control. What if it wasn't out of control? So it has the value of being kept, and that thing is not that easy to deal with. There is no need to take risks now."

Wang Xiaoming thought about it very calmly and felt that the value of the ghost boy remaining was greater than the value of destroying it.

"Let the headquarters handle the relevant files and don't leak them."

However, while the two were talking and discussing.

boom! boom!

Suddenly, a dull vibration echoed in the laboratory. Although the sound was isolated, it still reached the ears of the two people. Even the alcohol in the alcohol lamp in front of Wang Xiaoming's desk rippled.

Um?

Almost at the same time, Wang Xiaoming and Wei Jing looked at the experimental room.

The sound came from inside. Specifically, the sound came from the coffin. There seemed to be a living person struggling violently in the old wooden coffin, hitting the coffin and making such a huge noise. .

"What's going on?" Wei Jing immediately turned around and stared at the ghost coffin shaking in the room.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the time again. It was still more than three hours before the twelve o'clock when the curse broke out. Guo Fan should still be controlling Yang Jian's body now.

"Did something go wrong with Guo Fan? Or was the curse erupting at the wrong time, too early?" He pondered.

I looked at the music box on the other side.

It is still open and not closed, which proves that the curse is still there and has not disappeared, otherwise the music box will be closed immediately according to the previous situations.

boom!

The huge crash continued, and even though the room was well soundproofed, it could still be heard very clearly.

The wooden black coffin was shaking, and there were even cracks in some places. It seemed that the ghost coffin had reached its limit and could no longer contain the contents inside.

But the ghost coffin does not have a coffin lid, because what it holds is not the strength of the coffin itself, but the incomprehensible strange power inside. However, the ghost coffin can suppress ghosts, but it cannot suppress living people.

"Guo Fan, can you still hear me? If you can hear me, stand up from the ghost coffin." Wang Xiaoming turned on the intercom and transmitted the voice into the room.

But Guo Fan inside didn't reply. The thick ghost coffin was still shaking violently. At the same time, there were more and more cracks on the ghost coffin. He could even hear the sound of the wood splitting.

If this continues, this ghost coffin will be completely broken and destroyed.

"Is it because the ghost in Yang Jian's body cannot be suppressed?" Wang Xiaoming guessed.

He believed that Yang Jian's body had undergone strange and incomprehensible changes while Guo Fan was resting. This change caused the ghost to resuscitate, and then conflicted with the power of the ghost coffin itself, which led to this situation. occur.

As the ghost coffin continued to vibrate, changes soon occurred in the room.

A pale palm suddenly stretched out from the dark ghost coffin, gripping the edge of the coffin tightly, leaving several deep marks on the wood with its nails.

It was as if the person inside the coffin was trying to climb out with great strength.

It seemed that the strength of one hand was not enough. Soon, the other hand appeared on the coffin again, gripping the edge of the coffin tightly. The fingers were a little too hard and seemed extremely stiff.

"It's not Guo Fan who is struggling, these are two right hands?" Wang Xiaoming's face darkened slightly.

He had studied human anatomy and recognized at a glance that the two pale palms on the coffin belonged to the right hand. A living person only had one right hand. The other hand was probably from the ghost in Yang Jian's body. , or both hands belong to ghosts.

This is a sign of recovery.

Wei Jing's numb face also moved slightly: "Do you want me to go in and take a look? Pulling Guo Fan out of the ghost coffin is not difficult for me, and it doesn't require personal contact."

After speaking, he looked at the old black straw rope hanging around his waist.

"It's not necessary. It's not yet time for the curse to break out. The experiment is still going on. There is no point in you going in. Even if the ghost in Yang Jian's body really revives, he will have to wait for the curse to break out before suppressing it."

Wang Xiaoming's tone was quick and firm, without any hesitation.

"Continue to observe, just make sure Yang Jian doesn't run out from inside."

Although the room was specially built, he was still a little worried about whether he could contain Yang Jian in this state.

The vibrations in the ghost coffin continued.

But Wang Xiaoming chose to ignore it and continued to wait for the time to come.

As time passed, the movements and abnormalities in the ghost coffin became more and more obvious.

Before, it was just two palms grasping the edge of the coffin, but now the darkness inside the coffin seems to be struggling and squirming, trying to escape from the inside. Through observation, it can be found that it is the outline of a human figure, like the dead Yang Jian, It seemed like another unfamiliar face.

When the time came there was still an hour before the curse broke out.

The room where the ghost coffin was placed seemed to be invaded by supernatural beings. The surrounding environment suddenly dimmed and seemed to be shrouded in a layer of darkness. There were already more cracks on the ghost coffin. Many wooden boards were broken, revealing a There were gaps, but each gap was blocked by a blackened palm.

It seems to be sealing the ghost coffin and preventing outsiders from prying into it.

As time goes on.

Half an hour before the curse broke out, another weird thing happened.

The black and white portrait belonging to Yang Jian that was left on the strange spiritual tablet aside was leaking blood at this time. The blood was scarlet and sticky, and it soon covered the portrait of Yang Jian, making it impossible to see clearly anymore. His appearance.

Blood flowed down and soaked the spiritual position.

The originally dirty and black spiritual seat was also dyed red, as if a layer of red paint had been applied.

The vibrations of the ghost coffin increased violently again, and it even jumped up from the ground several times. The heavy wooden board was smashed to pieces, and broken wood chips were everywhere on the ground. This ghost coffin has exceeded the limit it can withstand.

If it weren't for the maintenance of an incomprehensible supernatural force, this ghost coffin would have completely fallen apart.

"Incomprehensible anomaly." Wang Xiaoming's heart sank.

This experiment seems not to be as simple as I imagined, and some unpredictable potential dangers are emerging.

When did it start?

A few hours ago, something was wrong with Guo Fan after he went to bed.

at the same time.

In this building on the ground floor.

The ghost boy who was holding the dead head and walking around in the aisle with bare feet suddenly stopped at this time, then tilted his head and looked in one direction.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost boy ran out quickly and headed towards the door on the first floor.

It seemed to sense that something had invaded the building, and it invisibly triggered its own murderous pattern.