Mysterious Recovery

It's finally dawn.

Yang Jian didn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he just sat in the mourning hall.

Although it is not sleepy, he has been staring at the coffin in front of him in a state of nervous tension for a long time. To be honest, people who have been hit by iron can't stand it.

Fortunately, he is not yet a complete person.

Therefore, Yang Jian did not choose to rest.

In addition, at this time, even if you are tired, you have to endure it.

"The coffin hasn't moved all night, and I haven't been attacked by ghosts all night. So now it seems that my previous guess should be correct." Yang Jian's eyes were bloodshot, even if he didn't open the ghost eyes, now His eyes are about to become ghost eyes.

Taking his own life as a bet last night, he can be sure that the ghost has the most direct connection with this coffin.

And it's not just a ghost. The two ghosts in the village are related to the coffin.

It's just that there is still a doubt that has not been resolved before.

Why did the ghost with the codename sick ghost last night deliberately draw all the ghost masters out and gather together?

What is the purpose of this?

"There is still too little information to analyze too many useful things, but since it has been determined that the real ghost is in the coffin, then you can find a way to imprison him." He looked at the body bag next to him.

You probably won’t let yourself down if you buy 20 million.

I didn't act before, because I wasn't sure if the ghost in the coffin was a real ghost.

It’s wrong to play, and the ghost is still outside. Didn’t this kill yourself?

Thinking of this, Yang Jian stood up. He moved his muscles and bones a bit, so that his sore and numb body regained consciousness.

He was about to try and start imprisoning the ghost in the coffin.

Although a little guilty, there is no confidence.

But now I can only bite the bullet.

Once again, he walked to the coffin of the mourning hall and prepared to use the ghost domain to open the coffin forcibly.

But at this moment, five or six villagers in the village, wearing masquerade and filial piety, suddenly appeared outside the gate.

These villagers were stunned when they looked at Yang Jian.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

An old man said: "Go out, get out, this is not a place for you people in the city to play, and the mourning hall dare to mess around. Be careful if I break your leg."

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Yang Jian looked at these uncles and aunts who had arrived, and was stunned for a moment.

You have a ghost in your coffin, dare you come to burn the paper guard?

Is this true love?

"Here, dear masters, aunty, listen to me to explain." Yang Jian hurriedly said in order not to be kicked out.

"Fart explain, get out."

The old man had a grumpy temper, so he pulled Yang Jian and walked out.

Yang Jian immediately said: "This uncle calm down a bit. I can't hide things anymore. In fact, the one who passed away is my brother. I called him brother. I was his brother. I learned a few days ago. After the news of his death, sorrow and joy were mixed, and it was sorrow that came from it, so he drove to your village overnight and came to worship."

"I was eager to think about my brother last night, so I sat here to stay with the spirit, and I hope that all aunts and uncles will understand."

"He is the only child who died," said an aunt who watched the excitement.

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At this moment, you can’t help but raise the bar, it’s not easy for me to lie temporarily.

Yang Jian coughed and said, "I forgot to say that although we are brothers, we are half-father and half-mothers. Although we are not related by blood, we are true superficial brothers. Yue Kejian, so I hope that all aunts, uncle will allow me to sit here with my brother and see him off."

"But you entered the village during the daytime yesterday. You didn't drive back at night. You must be a liar." An uncle said.

Damn, your uncle has a good memory. It's a pity not to play mahjong if you have this memory.

Yang Jian bit his scalp and said: "Really? How do I remember that I came at night? I must be overworried, day and night, but this does not affect my heart of missing my old brother."

"Are you really my nephew's brother?"

The uncle who was holding Yang Jian looked at him suspiciously.

"It's true, I didn't read many books, I didn't make up classes when I was in elementary school, and I didn't learn much, so I won't lie to people but only tell the truth." Yang Jian nodded.

The uncle blamed: "Why are you here now, did you bring the white bag?"

"Take it, take it."

Yang Jian immediately found out a thousand yuan.

"It's rare that you have the heart to guard the spirit for my nephew. You worked hard last night. If you are not afraid, I will bother you too." The uncle grabbed Yang Jian's hand and said with excitement.

When he took back the palm of his hand, the thousand yuan in his hand was gone.

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched.

Wouldn't it be over if you said you want to give the white bag? I am here to confess relatives indiscriminately.

"Nothing, it's okay, this is my nephew's brother outside, rushed back to burn the paper, don't misunderstand everyone in the future." The uncle greeted, and said to the other villagers.

Yang Jian originally wanted to ask the uncle what the name of your dead nephew was, but after thinking about it, don't ask.

There was a ghost lying in this coffin asking for a fart.

However, for this disturbance, the daytime action is obviously unrealistic. There are so many people, who knows what will happen.

And why don't the ghosts in this village attack the old people in this village? Even if it is the priority to attack the ghost stalker, the indiscriminate killing pair should start when the ghost stalker is away.

Is it a local ghost? Heavy feelings.

In addition, there is something wrong with the villagers.

Living in the village where the ghosts wandered is inherently weird.

It's just that this kind of problem is not something to think about now, at least in Yang Jian's view, these people are all living people with body temperature and heartbeat.

There is no threat anyway, whether these villagers are weird or not.

Temporarily went out.

Yang Jian sat outside and took a rest, watching the villagers entering and leaving the mourning hall in front. It felt strange that they were burning paper, replacing the burnt candles, and crying the coffin.

Do they know the ghost in the coffin?

While he was resting, his mobile phone rang.

Liu Xiaoyu called.

"Hey, Yang Jian? Is it convenient for you to answer the phone."

"If you have something, just say it directly, I'm not busy for the time being." Yang Jian said.

"I checked the photo on the portrait you sent me yesterday." Liu Xiaoyu's voice came from the phone.

Yang Jiandao; "What's the situation?"

"The situation is terrible. The picture you sent me is in Dachang. No, there is no such person in the whole country. In other words, this person does not exist at all." Liu Xiaoyu said.

Yang Jian's eyes condensed when he saw this: "There is no such person? How is this possible? You won't find it wrong, right?"

The person in the coffin may be a ghost, but the portrait will not look like a ghost.

"No, this is the result of comparing the national database with a supercomputer. In the database, less than 60% of the people who know this photo of you are the most acquainted, and those who know me well I have also checked and there is no problem. In addition, this photo of yours has a high probability of being synthesized by a dedicated staff." Liu Xiaoyu said.

"What do you mean?" Yang Jian asked ~www.readwn.com~ It is a picture of several people, combined together to form a picture, understand? "Liu Xiaoyu said.

The portrait in front of the coffin of Yang Jian sitting outside, felt a chill all over his body.

Hearing this, he only felt it now.

This portrait is a bit different from yesterday.

I opened the photo album of another phone and compared it with the portrait.

Sure enough, a little change has taken place.

This change is very general and it is impossible to say where there is a problem, but if you compare it carefully, you can be sure that yesterday's photo and today's portrait are only very similar, and they are definitely not the same person.

The portrait is changing?

Although I don't know why this happened, Yang Jian felt that this change is definitely not a good change.

"Hey, Yang Jian, can you still hear it?"

Liu Xiaoyu heard that there was no movement here and said again; "I have found the file of the Huanggang Village incident that you asked me to investigate. Now send it to your mobile phone. You should have a spare mobile phone. The criminal police mobile phone does not have pictures to receive. Function."

"Okay, okay." Yang Jian said immediately, giving her her own mobile phone number.

Soon, he received an email on his mobile phone.

He couldn't wait to open the file about Huanggang Village. Almost at the first glance, his eyes suddenly shrank, and his whole person almost jumped from the ground.

"Well, how could this be? How could it be possible."

The information on the file made him feel an inexplicable fear.

And at this moment.

Three or two sports cars drove into the village again.

It was Zhang Yiming, Zhang Han and Ye Jun who left but did not go out last night.

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