Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 852 The Corpse on the Bed

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By triggering the medium left in room 301, Yang Jian saw a lot of terrible and incredible things.

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He discovered the identity of the original owner of Room 301, found the sketches of Qin Lao when he was young, and even saw a beautiful and strange face drawn on the faceless puppet, and that face did not belong to a living person. , but exactly the same as the woman in the ghost painting.

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The post office, the supernatural bus, Mr. Qin, the ghost painting... and the owner of Room 301, all seem to be implicated in each other.

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Yang Jian's expression changed.

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But soon, he felt incredible at first, but then he suddenly realized it.

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Mr. Qin used to be the driver of the supernatural bus, so it is not surprising that he came into contact with these things when he was driving the supernatural bus.

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Whether it was the Specter, codenamed Ghost Bride, or the old woman who was suspected to be the owner of Room 301, they had all appeared on the supernatural bus.

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Therefore, these supernatural events have always been involved with Elder Qin, not Yang Jian guessing out of thin air, but actual evidence, but this evidence has been covered up.

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After all, now that supernatural bus has lost its driver, and Mr. Qin is retire at the headquarters.

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No one would have thought that the dying centenarian would have such a thrilling spiritual experience.

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"The medium about the faceless puppet is gone."

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Suddenly.

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Yang Jian found that after the weird old woman drew the face on the face of the faceless puppet, the faceless puppet began to move, as if the sleeping ghost was awakened, and the face she drew seemed to have some kind of supernatural power. The power drove the puppet to act, so in the end he only saw the puppet disappeared from sight.

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Not really disappearing.

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But the medium was interrupted, and he couldn't see the medium of the puppet.

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"The puppet has no legs."

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Yang Jian carefully recalled what he saw when he entered the room.

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The faceless puppet was not clothed at the time, and had no legs at the same time. It was only supported by a wooden stick, just like the plastic mannequins in the clothing store.

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No legs, but can walk.

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It goes against common sense, but Yang Jian doesn't find it strange.

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The supernatural thing is suspected to be an unknown ghost, and any way of action may appear.

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It's just that without legs, Yang Jian would not be able to trigger the medium.

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Although handprints are fine, this faceless puppet doesn't seem to have arms either...

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The killing rule of the hatchet was perfectly avoided by this weird puppet man. I don't know if it was a coincidence, or it was because there was a precaution, that's why such a special puppet appeared.

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"It seems that the hatchet is not omnipotent. If the curse is not triggered, there is no way to easily dismember the puppet."

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Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

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He chose to take back the headless ghost that covered the room.

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However, the headless ghost was not complete. There were still many gaps left on the black shadow, as if it was seen by a knife.

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Because the curse of the hatchet is still there, the headless ghost is still recovering.

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With the interruption of the medium.

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The strange scenes in front of Yang Jian immediately dissipated.

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The old woman who made him feel creepy also quickly disappeared from his eyes, which made the pressure in his heart lighten.

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He always felt that this old woman could hurt him or even kill him through the medium, but for some reason the old woman didn't do that. Maybe Yang Jian didn't trigger the law of killing.

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"You shouldn't continue to stay here, even if you find that Liu Qingqing, and that Specter who escaped from Room 301."

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Yang Jian looked at everything in this room.

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The triggering medium could not find Liu Qingqing, which means that Liu Qingqing had never entered this room. The shadow at the window just now might not be Liu Qingqing, but the faceless puppet.

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But just when he was about to leave.

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Suddenly.

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I don't know when a piece of white sketch paper on the drawing board fell down.

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On the sketch paper is a distorted and weird face, like a ghost.

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But after the piece of paper fell, a new sketch appeared in front of Yang Jian again.

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That sketch was like... Himself.

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correct.

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The appearance of the man in the sketch is almost identical to him, but the color is suppressed and dark, like a lingering shadow, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

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"My sketch portrait?"

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Yang Jian's eyes narrowed at first, but soon after careful observation, he realized that something was wrong.

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Because some details are wrong.

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This is not his portrait.

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This is a portrait of his father.

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During the Chinese New Year, Yang Jian experienced the ghost dream incident in his hometown. He saw his father in the dream and knew what his father looked like, because the appearance of the father in the dream had been maintained more than ten years ago.

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This sketch is like what my father looked like at that time.

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"Elder Qin's sketch appeared when I triggered the media, and now there is my father's sketch. Sure enough, the matter here involves the supernatural bus, and the bus is the existence that connects everything together."

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"Characters from the Republic of China, the ghost riders more than ten years ago, and now..."

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"It was a car that ran through three eras."

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"That supernatural bus may have an end, but I was in a hurry to get off, so I couldn't keep going."

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"The end point might be the place where all the ghosts get off the bus."

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Such an idea popped up in Yang Jian's heart again.

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Of course, this secret can also be asked by Mr. Qin and confirmed from his mouth.

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It's just that this difficulty is estimated to be very large.

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Old Qin knew a lot of things, but he didn't say anything.

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And if a character of this level really wants to be tight-lipped, there is nothing he can do about it.

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"Go to the room on the left and take a look."

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Yang Jian not only wanted to find Liu Qingqing and Li Gui who left here, but also to thoroughly confirm the secret of Room 301.

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He glanced at the sketch of his father.

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In the end, the sketch was not taken away.

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My father is dead, so I don't need to leave a weird sketch by my side.

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Yang Jian immediately turned around and left the room.

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Nothing gained, just confirmed some things.

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But just as he turned to leave.

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On the drawing board, the eyes of the characters in the dark and depressed sketches turned strangely, looking in the direction where Yang Jian left.

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Yang Jian seemed to feel something.

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He stopped abruptly and looked back.

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In the end, nothing was found.

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The sketch on the drawing board is still the same as before, there is no trace of movement at all, it seems that what happened before is just an illusion.

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Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he withdrew his gaze, and quickly closed the door.

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next moment.

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He came to the opposite room.

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No fear.

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Just push the door and enter.

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This room is obviously the bedroom of Room 301. As soon as I entered it, I smelled a fragrance.

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The scent is a little familiar.

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Yes... sandalwood.

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Many homes with conditions will light sandalwood.

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This thing is calm and soothing, and it has a strong fragrance after being ignited.

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But for Yang Jian, this thing has another effect.

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That is to cover up the odor of corpses.

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Someone in the headquarters likes to put some sandalwood to cover up the odor of corpses, so as to avoid the bad smell in the meeting room.

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As for who brought this habit, it is unknown.

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Sandalwood was not lit in the bedroom. This sandalwood should have been lit before, but it has been smoked for a long time, so there is still a residual sandalwood smell in the room, but this smell is not enough to cover another smell.

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Corpse stench.

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Yang Jian's nose moved, and his expression immediately froze.

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The smell of the corpse is not strong, as if someone died here for a few days.

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But this is unreasonable~www.readwn.com~ Because a few days ago, the place was covered with thick smoke, no living person had entered here, and Li Leping's body was also found outside the community. corpse.

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The bedroom is dimly lit.

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It's not that there is no light, but that the light is blocked by some decorative red cloth strips.

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And under the hanging red cloth strip, there is an old red lacquered wooden bed.

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The wooden bed is not a modern style, but a canopy bed that is surrounded by three sides and has a top.

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Generally speaking, this kind of bed is only available in museums and some collectors. Of course, it is not ruled out that some antiquities lovers will make such a bed in their own homes.

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But no matter what, this thing is extremely rare for ordinary people.

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Because this kind of bed is just placed here, the dark tones give people a strange feeling, which makes people feel very depressed.

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But there is a person lying on such an old bed.

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Being in front of the bed curtain, I couldn't see clearly.

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But there is no doubt that someone is lying there, no, it should not be a person, but a corpse.

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Yang Jian could already smell the corpse stench from the corpse.

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(End of this chapter)

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