Mysterious Recovery

An invisible middle-aged man sits straight and stiff on the head of Yang Jian. He raised his hand and held the first newspaper, motionless, as if he was really looking at the newspaper seriously. news.

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

　　 However, the dimness of the room is not suitable for reading newspapers at all.

　　 And this person has maintained this posture since Yang Jian went online until now. It has never changed. If it is an ordinary person, it would be impossible to do it.

　　 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.

　　 From far away to close.

　　 This kind of 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 him and read the newspaper?

　　 Have you had this habit before?

　　 looked at the portrait hanging on the cabinet in the room, and listened to Liu Xiaoyu's hasty urging sound.

　　 Yang Jian realized that something was wrong.

　　 If the file Liu Xiaoyu said is true, is this man still his father?

　　 It seems to be... but it doesn't seem to be.

　　 Father really died in a car accident when he was a child?

　　 Yang Jian clearly thinks that the person in front of him is his father, and everything seems so natural, there is no falsehood.

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

　　 Yang Jian immediately retracted his palm, did not remove the newspaper that blocked this person, but immediately picked up the phone, stood up suddenly, and backed away.

　　 Try to stay away from this man reading the newspaper.

　　 It was something that affected him and his memory had a problem.

　　 Or, all this is just a dream, not real?

　　 Or, the whole residential building is weird?

　　 "No matter how you leave here, let's talk about it first, and then figure out a way to figure out what the matter is." Yang Jian was not sure whether it was his own problem, his father's problem, or the surrounding problems.

　　 He carefully retreated from the room to the living room.

　　 didn't go to alarm the father who read the newspaper.

When 　　 exited the room, he tried to see the person's appearance with a bit of curiosity.

　　 However, before Yang Jian could read it clearly, he found that the corner of the newspaper was scarlet, as if it had been soaked with blood, the rich scarlet seemed to turn into blood dripping down.

　　Blood-stained newspaper~!

　　 Normal people would read such a newspaper?

Yang Jian's eyes shrank and he completely believed it at this moment. What Liu Xiaoyu said was true. Her father had already died in a car accident when she was in elementary school. The file on her side was true, so the so-called It is impossible for a father to exist, because the dead cannot be resurrected.

　　 If the father does not exist, then there is only one possibility for the man sitting on the bed and reading the newspaper, and that is... a ghost.

　　 He immediately trembled.

when?

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

　　 Still saying that I have been living with this ghost for several years?

　　 If it weren't for Liu Xiaoyu's call, would he never be able to be awakened?

　　 After thinking about it carefully, Yang Jian felt his hair creepy.

　　 just the moment he stepped out of the room.

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

　　 Immediately, Yang Jian backed away in shock.

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

"go."

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

　　 has been completely determined.

　　 This man is a ghost.

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

　　 A newspaper...

　　 sticky, smelly, as if stained with thick blood.

The newspaper was stuck on his face and immediately stuck to it. He subconsciously wanted to tear it apart, but the blood-stained newspaper turned into the skin on his face. It was extremely painful, and it could not be torn apart easily.

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

　　 He has been attacked by evil spirits twice before in school.

　　 "The only ones who can deal with ghosts are ghosts..."

　　 He gritted his teeth, and suddenly an eye on the back of his hand popped out with a faint red light.

　　 The palm with this eye and tear open the newspaper covering his face, but it worked.

　　 The newspaper was gradually detaching from his face, as if a piece of plaster was gradually being torn off.

　　 But at this time.

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

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

　　The power of horror comes.

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

　　 If you continue like this, you don't need to be killed by ghosts, you will be suffocated alive by this weird newspaper.

　　 "Since you want to play, then I will play with you. You are a ghost, but I am not a human." Yang Jian let out a beast-like growl in his throat.

　　 Two red eyes suddenly appeared on his face.

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

　　 The moment the newspaper was torn apart, the horrible tension behind was immediately reduced a lot.

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

　　 The power of this eye can't be used much. If you use it once, he will go one step further from death, but you don't need to use it right now. You don't need to borrow the power of the ghost in your body and you will die now.

　　 An eye appeared on his forehead again.

　　 "嗤~!"

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

　　 The pulling force behind his back lightened again, and his feeling of suffocation and dizziness quickly faded.

"continue."

　　 Yang Jian knew that the power of the ghost in his body was not enough~www.readwn.com~ The fifth eye appeared on his neck.

　　 There was another slit in the eye that strangled the neck.

　　 At this time, Yang Jian's hand was hard, and the newspaper wrapped around his face was torn to pieces in an instant because of too many cracks.

　　 suffocation, the dullness disappeared completely.

　　 Huge mouthfuls of air poured in.

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

　　 He looked back.

　　 But there was no one behind him, only the blood-stained shredded newspaper scattered on the ground.

　　 "Leave here."

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

　　 And it didn't take long for him to leave here.

　　 Walked out alone in the room he had stayed in before.

　　 This man picked up the newspaper that had been torn and scattered on the ground, and then pieced it together.

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

　　 That face is...Yang Jian.

　　 The man picked up the newspaper, then walked to the sofa next to him as if nothing had happened, and continued to raise his arms. He looked at the newspaper in front of him motionlessly, exactly the same as his previous posture.

　　 until several hours later.

　　 Suddenly, this person moved.

　　 He slowly lowered his arm. He no longer has no facial features or faces.

　　 At this moment, he showed the face of Yang Jian.

　　 However, on the face of "Yang Jian", the place where the eyes grew before was blank, as if a clear photo had been cut a few places abruptly.

　　The face is not perfect...