Mysterious Recovery

"This Wang Chaling has a big heart. The building also allows other companies to enter the office. Don't you know that his existence will involve supernatural events? Once something happens, this building will be unlucky."

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Yang Jian entered the office building on this floor and looked around.

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I saw a lot of ordinary people working in the office.

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Unlike his own Shangtong Building, Dachang Shangtong Building hires employees to maintain the company's operation, almost all of which are for Yangjian services. Other than that, it is not open to the outside world, and the number of people is strictly controlled.

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"Let me go, let me go." Yang Jian walked towards the crowded place.

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At this moment, many employees on this floor have given up their jobs and gathered around the aisle leading to the toilet, trying to find out what happened.

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These people don't know about supernatural events, so they all have the idea of ​​​​watching the fun.

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The supervisor checked the situation, his face was very ugly, and he came back with a bit of panic.

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"It's fatal, hurry up and report it."

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Hearing that someone died, many people were in an uproar.

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"No, I saw that he was fine just now, why did something happen? Is it true or false?"

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"It must have been too much overtime. I died suddenly. I knew it would happen sooner or later. I had already responded to the boss. Don't work overtime every day. It's okay now."

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"I took a sneak look at it just now. I didn't think it was a sudden death. That death looked so terrifying."

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During the discussion, the supervisor's face was trembling slightly, and he took the phone to make a call. He contacted the boss, and then reported the case.

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But at this moment, a cold, tough body directly smashed the crowd and walked into this passage.

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"Who, don't you have eyes?"

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The supervisor was bumped, staggered, and the phone fell to the ground without a firm hold. In a bad mood, he immediately turned around and shouted.

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"Are you talking to me?" Yang Jian gave him a sideways glance.

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The supervisor was immediately stunned. He didn't know why all the hairs on his body stood up, and a chill surged from the bottom of his heart.

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An intuition told himself.

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The person in front of him is very, very dangerous.

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Like a vicious murderer, no, it's more intense than this feeling.

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"you......"

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The supervisor wanted to say something, but the words got stuck again.

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"If you don't have anything to do, stay away. Don't blame me for not reminding you if you die accidentally." Yang Jian retracted his gaze and looked at the corpse in the aisle first.

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The corpse fell to the ground in a strange state of death. A red wooden bench was placed in front of the corpse, which looked strange and abrupt.

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obviously.

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This person triggered the Specter's law of killing and was killed.

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"I didn't die long enough, the time was short, and maybe I could steal the memory from the corpse."

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Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and the ghost behind him swayed, walking towards the corpse like a living person.

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Just standing there, the shadow has covered the entire aisle, the nearby light has dimmed a lot, and the surroundings have become dim.

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That shadow?

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Some people were surprised to see this scene, because according to the angle Yang Jian stood, the shadow could only be behind him, not in front, and it was even more impossible to pull it so long.

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Covered by ghosts, it gradually invaded the corpse on the ground.

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Memory is being stolen by Specter.

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It's just that Yang Jian has not tried to steal the memory of a living person from a corpse, but according to his inference, it should be useful.

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"There is indeed a memory, but this memory is incomplete and seems to be incomplete. I hope to find the scene when he was killed."

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soon.

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Yang Jian felt the memory of the corpse on the ground appear in his mind.

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He is reading.

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This person's name is Wang Feng. He is an old employee of this company. His family doesn't live in Dadong City, he is a foreigner...

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Yang Jian didn't read too much of his identity, he just watched the scene in his memory when he came to Dadong City by motor car, and the scene when he was born in a remote village.

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Fragments of memory are intermittent.

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"You don't seem to be from our company? Who are you? Get out of here quickly. If you don't leave, I'll call you a police report."

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At this time, the supervisor yelled loudly. In the face of these two people who felt very dangerous, he felt guilty, and because of the loss of life, he wanted to drive away Yang Jian and Feng Quan to be on the safe side.

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"There's no need to report the case, we'll take over here." Feng Quanqi was hoarse and then showed his credentials.

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"In addition, you'd better arrange for everyone to return to their respective jobs now, no one should run around, and no one should move around, otherwise a situation like this will happen again. Before we give an order, everyone will Can't leave."

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The supervisor took a look, but didn't believe what he said, and said loudly, "Security, security, quickly drive these two irrelevant people out of the company..."

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Seeing that these two people don't look like they are handling cases, how could they listen to his nonsense.

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But before the supervisor could finish speaking, the scene suddenly fell silent.

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A cold gun was pressed against the supervisor's forehead.

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Feng Quan's tone was a bit murderous: "It's good for everyone to cooperate with us. If you dare to make trouble, I will kill you now. Don't doubt our authenticity. There are many things in this world that you don't know."

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Cold sweat dripped from the supervisor's forehead. He seemed to lose consciousness all over his body, and he could only feel the cold touch on his forehead.

Will not doubt.

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This is definitely the real guy.

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If you dare to take out a firearm in such a safe place in Dadong City, then the documents just now are probably true.

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"I, I understand, I will cooperate, I will cooperate." The supervisor's face turned pale with fright, and he no longer dared to shout at will, and immediately gave a submissive look.

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"Very good." Feng Quan withdrew his gun.

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He didn't really want to kill ordinary people here, but to frighten them and scare them.

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Explaining is just a waste of time, this time is to control the scene in the most direct and fastest way.

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The reason why Feng Quan didn't evacuate these people is because the supernatural has invaded the whole building, and random evacuation will cause more people to die. The best way is to keep them where they are.

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Ghosts don't kill people casually.

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The best way to survive in most supernatural events is to stay still.

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After all, if you are really being targeted by ghosts, it is useless for ordinary people to escape.

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soon.

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Those who were watching didn't even dare to talk, and they all returned to their offices in a panic, for fear that they would also be warned like this.

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After no one joins in the fun.

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The crowded aisle immediately became quiet and spacious.

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At this moment, Yang Jian stole the memory of the deceased person, and at the same time got the most important part of the memory.

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In my memory, this man named Wang Feng suddenly wanted to go to the toilet while he was working, and then he came here and saw a long red wooden bench placed in the aisle at some point.

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He didn't know about supernatural events, and naturally he wouldn't be afraid.

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Although curious.

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But Wang Feng still had to go to the toilet, so he walked over and ignored the red wooden bench in front of him.

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Wang Feng, who was about to step over the wooden stool, stumbled and sat on the stool for some reason.

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Immediately, a strange and terrifying scene appeared.

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At some point, another person appeared strangely on the red wooden bench that was originally empty.

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The man was dressed in old clothes, his body was stiff and cold, his eyes were open, his thin legs were curled up, hanging on the ground, and he sat there in a strange posture, motionless.

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The memory suddenly stopped here.

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The memory of the dead is incomplete and there are omissions.

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Yang Jian recalled again, but there were only some childhood memories of this man named Wang Feng, as well as some things about eating, drinking, and work.

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Important information is gone.

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But it was enough.

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"It turns out that this stool can't be sat on. There is a ghost on it. Once you sit on it, you will have a dangerous contact with the ghost through the medium of the red wooden stool..."

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"So, the person sitting on this mahogany bench will be attacked by ghosts. As for how he was killed, then we don't know."

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"But if it's just like this, it shouldn't be dangerous. As long as you don't sit on this red wooden bench, you'll be fine. The threat of ghosts is not that big at all."

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Yang Jian frowned slightly.

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He felt that the danger of this weird red wooden stool was definitely not just that.

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Because the red wooden stool appeared in the building and even I was not alert, and the ghost realm where the red wooden stool appeared was affected.

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These situations all cryptically reveal that this is a supernatural event that looks ordinary but is actually extremely dangerous.

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"I don't care if the threat is big or not, no matter how big the threat is, we must find a way to deal with it, and we can't delay too much time, otherwise the ancient house will get out of control and I don't know what will be involved, so let's think about how to deal with this red wooden stool first. The ghost above."

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Yang Jian began to think.

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The ghost on the red wooden bench could not be dismembered with a hatchet, because the ghost's feet in the memory were off the ground and did not leave a mark on the wooden bench.

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Second.

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Ghosts are invisible, only those who are also sitting on the wooden bench can see.

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In other words, if you want to fight, the ghost rider must sit on the wooden bench to bear the risk of being attacked by ghosts.

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"Feng Quan, don't let anyone interfere with me. If there is a situation~www.readwn.com~ you can handle it yourself, and I'm going to deal with this shit." Yang Jian said.

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Feng Quan nodded and said, "I understand, just leave it to me here."

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Yang Jian ignored the corpse on the ground and came to this red wooden bench.

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After thinking, after pondering for a while, he slowly sat up and took the initiative to approach the Specter above.

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This is also the boldness of art masters.

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If it hadn't become an alien, Yang Jian would never have dared to be so reckless.

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As soon as he sat down, Yang Jian's expression changed.

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An indescribable peculiar feeling came, this feeling cannot be read by memory and can only be tasted by those who have been there.

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The body is gradually losing control.

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Do not.

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Rather than losing control, it is better to say that the lower body is rapidly losing consciousness.

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Not only Yang Jian's body, but even the ghost figure was frozen at this moment.

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"Has the complete ghost image been suppressed? The ghost on the red wooden bench is really scary." Yang Jian didn't panic and remained calm.

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coming.

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soon.

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At the position opposite his wooden bench, a terrifying figure suddenly appeared.

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The Specter on the wooden bench appeared.