Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 861 Obvious trap

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Inside Safe House No. 1 in Guanjiang Community.

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This safe house was originally built in the Hungry Ghost Incident. Because it was built in a hurry, it was not large and could only accommodate about twenty people. Taking into account the limitations, Yang Jian got rid of Zhang Wei's father Zhang Xiangui and built the No. 2 safe house. Room.

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And this safe house was left unused and became Yang Jian's exclusive safe house.

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In the safe house, there are all kinds of supernatural objects collected by Yang Jian, as well as the imprisoned ghosts.

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There are ghost mirrors, embroidered shoes, ghost candles, dolls for dead, ghost porcelain...

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Yang Jian appeared in this safe house at the moment.

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He first placed the doll he got from Room 301 this time, and then focused his attention on the ghost boy.

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Reach out and grab it.

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He took off the bell-like ball on the ghost boy's neck.

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With a direct twist, the ball opened, revealing a piece of old yellowed and mottled paper. The material was like sheepskin, but it revealed a cold and eerie aura. It was actually a human skin, and there was a faint smell on it. Smelled a faint corpse odor.

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"The plan on the human skin can only be used for reference. I can't believe it. Since the last time, the things revealed by this thing have become more and more terrible. There are traps between the lines, and each time it is more serious, it has reached the point of being outspoken and wanting to harm. It's killing me."

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Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

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Remind yourself, and at the same time tell yourself not to put your hopes on this thing.

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Last time, he was lucky to survive because there was a layer of insurance in the ghost cupboard. If it wasn't for the ghost cupboard, he would definitely be dead.

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Now.

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The transaction between him and the ghost cupboard has not been completed, so this time there is no insurance, and it is all up to him.

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I didn't dare to ask anyone for help.

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There are not many people who can help him.

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Wang Xiaoming from the headquarters is one, but he has seen the human skin paper, who knows what traps the human skin paper will set for him.

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With Wang Xiaoming's intelligence, he naturally guessed the existence of the trap, but this guy is a very crazy person. He knows it's a trap, and as long as there is enough profit, he will step into it.

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Old Qin might also be able to help him.

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But Yang Jian and he have no relatives or reasons, and are not qualified to seek help from others.

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In the end, people still have to rely on themselves.

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Along the way, Yang Jian has always been like this.

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Taking back all kinds of flukes and retreating thoughts.

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Yang Jian took a deep breath and opened the human skin.

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At this time, black writing began to appear on the human skin paper, which had no abnormality at first, and it was twisted and weird, as if something invisible was being written on it.

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A familiar and strange sentence appeared in front of you: My name is Yang Jian, when you saw this sentence, I was already dead...

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Yang Jian was already numb to this sentence, and didn't think there was anything strange about it.

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"Maybe you're right this time, I may really be dying, if you can't give me a solution to the problem, I'll pack you up and bury it in the ground before I die. This time it's not 10,000 meters. , but somewhere deeper."

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He was like a greeting.

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He spoke to himself to the human skin, without the slightest threatening tone, but there was no doubt about Yang Jian's determination to bury it.

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Soon, the writing on the human skin continued to emerge: "...I shouldn't have opened that horrible music box again, last time I got away with it, but this time I have a hunch that I'm dead, it's mine The suicide note, if you can see it, please help me fulfill the wish on the suicide note, so that I can die without any scruples."

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"One of my wishes is to open the third door of the ancient house of the Republic of China. I want to see what is inside. I never opened that door before I died. If you can, I hope you can see it. Look."

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"My second wish is..."

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Yang Jian's face suddenly turned dark.

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He felt that the human skin paper was talking nonsense. It said that he was dead before he died, and he had to get a suicide note to let him fulfill his wish ahead of time.

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How would you like to die by yourself?

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Or put the human skin paper in the hands of the ghost boy and let it have a deep resentment, and it has already begun to give up on itself.

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Yang Jian pondered, he could at least judge that there was a huge trap in the information on the human skin.

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The third room of the ancient house of the Republic of China cannot be opened.

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If he really opened that room before he died, he might have died terribly.

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"If you can't give useful advice, your thing will lose its value to me, ghost boy, come and eat it." Yang Jian gave the order directly.

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The ghost boy ran over immediately, and without hesitation, he opened his mouth and bit at the human vellum.

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There was corpse water dripping from the dark mouth, which was extremely frightening, and really wanted to swallow this thing in one bite.

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Yang Jian didn't have the slightest intention to stop him. He wanted to see if the human skin was willing to continue to compromise. It was not the human skin that was trying to control him, but he was trying to control the human skin.

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If you don't compromise, you will be eaten obediently.

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If he compromised, he would have to see what kind of compromise method this man made.

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The handwriting on the human skin paper still hasn't changed. It seems that the information on the human skin paper can only be recorded up to this point.

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At this moment, the ghost boy had bitten on the human skin paper, and the wet saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth.

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The ghost boy chewed a little bit, the human skin was folded and swallowed bit by bit.

Yang Jian still watched helplessly.

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Now it is not him who is being pulled into the abyss, but this man's vellum. He wants to see if this thing is willing to compromise.

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If you don't compromise, it will disappear now.

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Being eaten by a ghost boy is equivalent to being eaten by a starving ghost.

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Maybe the ghost boy can even control the human vellum.

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However, just when the ghost boy swallowed half of the human vellum.

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There was an abnormality in the human skin paper, which had not been moving at all.

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The handwriting on it quickly disappeared, and then new handwriting appeared at a very fast speed.

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"My name is Yang Jian, I was already dead when you read this sentence... I have gone through a lot of dangerous supernatural events, but this time it is more dangerous than ever, when I was in Dachuan City again Opened the music box, this is the second time I have opened the music box, and the cursed bell lingered in my mind again."

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"I have a hunch that this time I can't fight this terrible curse, I'm going to die, and even worse than the first time, my ghost is still in a state of recovery, although it was temporarily suppressed by me, but this This repression won't last long."

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"I have tried many methods, but none of them work. The only way is that I have to let the curse of the music box explode on the ghost, and only in this way can I live."

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"This is a very bold and crazy idea. I thought and did it this way. I don't know if I should tell you this method. Before that, I want to ask you something."

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"What is human consciousness?"

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"..."

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"Shut up, don't eat."

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When Yang Jian saw the writing on it, he immediately grabbed the human skin paper back.

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But as soon as he grabbed it back, the handwriting on it quickly disappeared.

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Although the speed of disappearing is very fast, he has already seen these contents through the ghost eyes.

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Especially the last sentence "What is human consciousness?"

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Yang Jian is thinking, but the content has changed.

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The handwriting on the velvet paper became a plan: "I solved the problem of the curse of the music box and the resuscitation of ghosts, but you must have full trust in the velvet paper in your hand. Don't doubt, any doubt may kill you."

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"The curse of the music box broke out at 1:15 in the afternoon two days later. When the curse broke out, I released the coffin nail's suppression of the ghost, allowing the ghost to invade my consciousness, and at the same time the human skin Covered my face... Then I fell asleep, and when I woke up again, the ghost was dead and the curse of the music box was gone."

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"My name is Yang Jian, I was still alive when you saw this sentence."

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The handwriting stopped appearing, and everything fell into peace.

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The supernatural changes no longer appear on the human skin.

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Yang Jian's eyes were very cold, and he stared at the dark brown human skin paper in his hand: "When the curse broke out, put the human skin paper on your face, and then you can go to sleep? Has the trap been set up so blatantly? Or is it that there is no need to cover up now, just put the trap here and wait for me to step on it when I am in a desperate situation?"

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The human skin hidden trap didn't work, and now it seems to have changed the strategy.

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"This plan is not credible. I think that sentence is the key."

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"What is human consciousness?"

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Yang Jian pondered: "This sentence emerged under the threat of the ghost boy, so it has a certain degree of credibility."

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"If you want to survive this curse, the key lies in consciousness. This is the breakthrough. I know this, and the human skin knows this, but the human skin knows the plan, I don't know... but according to With the characteristics of human skin paper in the past, the plan he can give must meet the conditions for completion, and it is impossible to give me a plan that cannot be completed."

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"Do you want to solve the mystery again?"

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He rubbed his head.

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Solving puzzles is not his forte.

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"Let's think about this, anyway, there are still two and a half days, and now I need a supernatural weapon that I can use, but cannot be used by ghosts, to prevent my supernatural recovery from causing a greater threat~www.readwn.com ~ Yang Jian put away the human skin paper, stuffed it into the golden ball, and hung it around the ghost boy's neck again.

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He got up and walked into the tool room of the safe house.

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There are a lot of emergency tools, a lot of gold, and some smelting equipment in the tool room.

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Usually, he can make a container for imprisoning ghosts here.

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You can also craft some gold items.

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And this time, Yang Jian considered that he might revive the ghost after his death, but the supernatural objects could never be controlled by the ghost, so he had to take some precautions.

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Like the tall man's corpse in the Caesars Hotel.

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Turning into a ghost to wander and kill, holding a strange hatchet, it is extremely terrifying.

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What Yang Jian has to do is to put an end to this hidden danger.

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Looking at the complete set of smelting tools in the tool room, a lot of professional manufacturing techniques, smelting experience, and even the production of abrasive tools, as well as carving, grinding and other related skills immediately emerged in his mind.

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These skills are not his.

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It was taken by the ghost head from invading the memories of countless people.

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But now, Yang Jian has these memories and skills, just like sketching on an airplane before.

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(End of this chapter)

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