Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 255: Yang Jian's determination

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In fact, if you don't look at the eyes of this little thing, Yang Jian feels that the appearance of the second-stage ghost baby is quite cute.

"It's not easy to deal with this thing blocking the door. I can't go around from other places. If I accidentally touch it, it will be troublesome. I'll have to use the power of the fierce ghost again, which is not cost-effective."

After staring affectionately at the ghost baby for a moment, Yang Jian suddenly grabbed a chair from the side of the living room.

With force.

"Bang~!"

With a loud noise, the heavy chair directly smashed the ghost baby, knocking it out and falling into the dark room.

"It's really cruel." Yang Jian felt deeply ashamed of his violent methods. If this scene were exposed online, he would definitely be beaten to death with a keyboard when he went out in the future.

After waiting for a while.

Doesn't this thing have any temper? Even when he went too far, it didn't show any reaction?

No way.

If it doesn't come out, he can only go in. After all, he has already cleared the way.

Yang Jian walked in and saw a broken and incomplete corpse. The style of the clothes was somewhat familiar, which made him slightly alert. If the person he was supposed to meet, Zhang Liqin, died here, then who sent him the text message just now?

Could it be a trap?

Is it a trap set up by the fierce ghost to lure him to his death?

Thinking of this, Yang Jian suddenly felt a chill rushing up from under his feet, spreading throughout his body.

To quickly confirm this fact, he hurriedly searched around the corpse.

He wanted to find the head left behind by the corpse to identify the identity of the deceased.

Soon.

Yang Jian saw a head lying in the corner next to the bedside table.

Incomplete, with blurred flesh and blood.

He was not afraid of a dead person's head, but directly reached out and turned the face of the head on the ground.

"Who the hell is this?" Yang Jian frowned.

But this person's face was already deformed, with missing features, and the flesh and blood were mangled. Even if his own mother came, she would not be able to recognize it.

As he was trying to identify the person's head, the light of a cell phone flashed from the other end of the room, in the direction of the balcony.

Bright and dark.

Although not very bright through the haze, it was very eye-catching.

"Is there someone on the balcony?"

Yang Jian immediately stood up and walked towards the balcony.

He had been here for so long without incident, so the trap was probably non-existent. He might have just scared himself earlier, being overly suspicious.

With the ghost baby here, it was unlikely that other supernatural events would occur. Even if they did, they would have been dealt with by the hungry ghost.

When Yang Jian arrived at the balcony and looked, a strong light shone on his face, causing him to squint and take a step back involuntarily.

Before he could react, a figure quickly stood up from the corner and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly and sobbing softly, trembling with excessive fear.

Feeling the warmth and maturity of this person's body, and seeing Zhang Liqin's haggard and frightened appearance, Yang Jian didn't say a word. He directly picked her up and quickly left the room.

As he passed the corpse, he glanced at it.

The silhouette of a child's ghost stood in the haze next to the room, still looking eerie.

It was only separated from Zhang Liqin by a wall.

Yang Jian really admired this woman. She was able to survive for two or three days in such a desperate environment. If it were an ordinary person, they would have collapsed long ago.

However...

Feeling the trembling and fear coming from this woman's body, he estimated that she had already developed a considerable shadow in her heart. Just like Jiang Yan back then, apart from the time she lived with him, Jiang Yan never dared to sleep with the lights off, even during the day, she would turn on all the lights in the house.

Leaving was very smooth, because Yang Jian had confirmed the situation here, so he could act more boldly.

Throughout the journey, Zhang Liqin didn't say a word. Perhaps she had already understood from her previous experience that keeping calm and not making any noise in the face of supernatural events was the key to survival.

After throwing the woman into the passenger seat, Yang Jian started the car to leave.

Since a ghost baby had appeared here, it was reasonable to assume that there was more than one, but a second-stage ghost baby could not have caused such chaos in a small community.

Just as Yang Jian was about to leave, suddenly a woman rushed out from somewhere and stood in front of the car in a panic.

"I've seen you before. You're one of the detectives who went in and out of the gym. I'm a journalist. Save me, save me, take me with you. I saw what happened just now. If you can save this woman, you can definitely save me..."

The woman frantically pounded on the car window, hoping that Yang Jian could take her away.Yang Jian's face changed, and without a word, he immediately grabbed Zhang Liqin's hand and covered her mouth.

Zhang Liqin immediately understood and tightly covered her mouth.

Yang Jian then took out his phone and wrote a line on it: "Don't speak. If nothing happens to you within three minutes, I'll take you away."

"Thank you, thank you," the female journalist was extremely excited.

"No talking," Yang Jian wrote another line on his phone and showed it to her.

"I understand, I won't speak, I won't speak," the female journalist nodded frantically.

Yang Jian: "......"

Is this woman mentally challenged? He reminded her, but does she really understand? Look at Zhang Haiyan next to her, she covered her mouth as if her life depended on it, not daring to take a breath.

At this moment, as the female journalist spoke, several windows on several floors in the residential area suddenly had several shadows, and in the darkness, it seemed that countless eerie eyes were looking in this direction.

"Bang~!"

Then came a muffled landing sound, as if someone had jumped from a high building and landed heavily on the ground.

No, not just one sound, there were landing sounds coming from the left and right, one after another.

"The third-stage ghost infant is here," Yang Jian guessed that the female journalist had already been targeted by the ghosts in the darkness.

It was impossible to save her.

But the female journalist didn't know that. She thought she could leave this ghostly place with the detective. However, when a dark green arm reached out from the mist behind her and grabbed her wrist, she felt despair.

"Ah~!"

A hysterical scream of despair.

Under the fear, she forgot to ask for help. This female journalist had no room for resistance and was pulled into the mist ahead, disappearing into the darkness.

Yang Jian shook his head and immediately stepped on the gas, turning the steering wheel to leave the area.

"How did you end up here?"

After leaving the danger zone, he got on the ring road, avoiding the city area, planning to go around and return. It was safer this way, and he also confirmed that there were no third-stage ghost infants on the ring road before he dared to speak.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Zhang Liqin looked at him, looking pitiful and desperate.

"With my personality, even if we had a relationship, I might not have come to save you," Yang Jian said. "If you were smart enough last time, you wouldn't have left."

"I'm sorry," Zhang Liqin apologized softly.

"You're not my girlfriend, there's no need to apologize to me. You saw the fate of that female journalist just now. Sometimes it's not that I don't want to save her, but in certain situations, she's already beyond saving. The same goes for you," Yang Jian said.

"I'm sorry."

Zhang Liqin looked at Yang Jian cautiously, like a child who had done something wrong.

"The person who died in the room had clothes similar to yours. Who is she?" Yang Jian asked.

"She's a colleague," Zhang Liqin mentioned this with even deeper fear on her face, as if she had seen an unimaginable scene.

Yang Jian didn't continue to ask and instead said, "Are your matters taken care of?"

"Some are, some aren't," Zhang Liqin said.

"Then next time, you figure out a way to solve it yourself if something happens. I can't save everyone, just like I couldn't save that female journalist just now," Yang Jian said. "That female journalist was smart, recognizing me and knowing that it was safe to follow me. But being smart is useless in the face of such despair. One wrong step and it's death."

"You're lucky to know me," Yang Jian said.

"I'm sorry," Zhang Liqin still apologized softly.

"You don't need to apologize. Seeking help is a human instinct, and saving you is my choice," Yang Jian said.

"Not that," Zhang Liqin said with some shame. "It's about your car..."

"What's wrong with my car?" Yang Jian asked.

"Your car is the basic model, but I sold the high-end model to Jiang Yan for a higher price. I earned a commission of 100,000 from you. If it weren't for this 100,000 commission, I wouldn't have come to your door to sign the contract, wouldn't have encountered ghosts on the way, and wouldn't have had a relationship with you."

"......"

Yang Jian glanced at her. "Why are you telling me this now?"

"I don't know, I just want you to know that I don't want to deceive you," Zhang Liqin said.

"It's meaningless to say this now. Even if I saved you twice, you might not survive in the end. Not just you, I might not either. We can't leave Dachang City. Even if we do, we might not survive," Yang Jian reached out and pulled at her clothes.

A few buttons were torn off, revealing a large dark green mark on Zhang Liqin's chest.

The color gradually deepened.

"Look at the mark on your chest. It's a curse. With this mark, you will be sought out by that ghostly thing sooner or later, and that time, you will die. I can't save you, because I might not survive either."

"You must feel desperate hearing this right after being saved, huh? Heh, reality is cruel like that. Actually, dying sooner like your colleague might not be a bad outcome. At least you won't have to endure this endless fear," Yang Jian laughed at himself.

Zhang Liqin didn't say anything. She fell silent, but she still secretly looked at Yang Jian."What are your plans after this?"

Yang Jian said, "Write a will, or leave some last words? If you're thinking of suicide, I can help you. You might as well choose a gravesite while you're still alive these next few days. At least you'll die with your body intact, otherwise, sooner or later, you'll end up torn apart like your colleagues."

"Do you need to vent? You know I'm willing. Right here in the car, I'll try not to make a sound." After a pause, Zhang Liqin whispered.

Yang Jian slammed on the brakes, stopping the car on the highway, and fell silent.

Then he suddenly punched the steering wheel: "Damn it."

He didn't pay attention to Zhang Liqin but got out of the car, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

Standing in front of the highway railing, Yang Jian looked towards the distant city.

He couldn't see anything.

Because of the haze, looking into the distance was just darkness.

Just like his future, no future, only darkness.

"This damned world, does it really not leave any way out for people?" Yang Jian wanted to roar at the sky, but he could only clench his teeth tightly, swallowing all his rage into his heart.

Noise would attract fear and wouldn't solve anything.

No one understood the pressure Yang Jian was under at this moment, only Zhang Liqin saw it and tried to comfort him in the only way she knew how.

He didn't know how long he stood there, staring in the direction of Dachang City.

Yang Jian seemed to have calmed down a bit, and he returned to the car.

Zhang Liqin had fallen asleep, and only when the car started again did she wake up: "Do you still need to vent?"

"No need," Yang Jian said.

"Then where are we going?" Zhang Liqin asked.

Yang Jian said, "To gamble with fate."

He stepped on the gas, and the car sped up wildly on the highway, its headlights piercing the gloom, forging ahead as if to tear through the darkness.