"Is there a dead man lying there? Who could it be?"

Yang Jian stared at the outline of the human figure lying on the bed. He tried to peek with his ghost eyes, but found that the bed in front of him did not exist at all.

Incredible.

Totally incomprehensible.

The bed and the corpse on the bed were not in the ghost's sight. There was nothing in front of him.

Yang Jian fell silent.

The situation here was more complicated than he imagined.

There is actually something supernatural that can block the sight of ghost eyes.

This shows that Ghost Eye's vision is completely affected.

Although when he used his ghost eyes to peek at the ghost paintings, his ghost eyes would be closed because he was suppressed, so he could still see the ghost paintings clearly, but this was completely impossible.

No matter which phenomenon, it can only prove one point.

The things on the bed are very scary.

In other words, there is something wrong with the bed itself.

It’s this red lacquered furniture again.

It's exactly the same as a ghost cupboard or a music box.

"Want to go over and take a look?" Yang Jian hesitated at this moment.

He is very curious.

Because this is an opportunity to get closer to the truth, but it is also very unsettling.

And the uneasiness in my heart is rapidly expanding as time goes by, and it has even affected my own mood.

This is something incredible.

Yang Jian is now under the curse of the music box, his emotions have long been suppressed to the point of disappearing, and he is in an absolutely rational state.

Maybe this uneasiness does not come from myself.

But it comes from the evil spirits in the body.

Ghost eyes, ghost shadows? Or those blackened ghost hands?

Would a dead body on the bed make even a ghost feel uneasy?

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and his steps hesitated. He did not lift the bed curtain and approach the strange wooden bed. Instead, he was thinking, judging, and continuing to observe the situation.

"It's definitely a fierce ghost, but it fell into a deep sleep for some unknown reason. Just like the ghost in the ghost coffin, when an accident occurs and the balance is broken, the fierce ghost will leave the bed and become

An extremely terrifying existence.”

He made a judgment based on instinct and experience.

The corpse that exudes a faint smell of corpse is definitely not a living person, but a real ghost.

As for what level of existence it is, I don't know.

Yang Jian didn't want to disturb the thing, and he didn't dare to mess around to avoid triggering the killing pattern and being chased by the ghost. Instead, he approached cautiously and planned to observe it before leaving.

At least it's certain that the corpse on the bed is Liu Qingqing from time to time.

Without ghost eyes to provide sight, it would be difficult to find any useful clues just by observing with the naked eye.

He looked through the bed curtain and judging from the body shape and hairstyle of the corpse on the bed, it was probably not Liu Qingqing. After all, Liu Qingqing was a tall, sexy beauty, but the corpse on the bed looked like a skinny, old and dead woman.

elder.

"The corpse has something in its hand."

Suddenly.

After Yang Jian got closer, he saw the corpse with his hands folded outside the red quilt, and there was a letter on it.

It's a yellow letter.

That was the letter delivered to room 301 by the ghost post office.

"The letter got into this thing's hands like this?" He was surprised and suspicious.

Before, he left the letter and was chased by ghosts and escaped from here. Logically speaking, no one in this room would touch the letter.

Now think about it carefully.

Indeed, some details have been overlooked.

When he came in just now, the letter on the floor and the box containing the letter were gone.

"Did Liu Qingqing do it? Or did the body on the bed wake up while I was away, and came to the living room to pick up the letter from the ghost post office." Yang Jian's eyes changed uncertainly.

His guess can be confirmed.

Cover the ground with ghost shadows, hold a hatchet in hand, and trigger the medium.

As long as the media trigger is successful, it can be proved that the corpse on the bed was indeed active just now.

If there is no way to trigger the medium, then it was not the corpse that moved the letter, but the somewhat mysterious Liu Qingqing.

"Try it, this is the safest way to investigate. It would be a waste if you don't do something while the curse of the music box is still there. If I want to resist the curse of the music box later, I may not be able to succeed. Not in these few days.

After all I have done, my risk has been in vain."

Yang Jian made up his mind quickly.

immediately.

He held the hatchet in his hand again, and then a strange dark shadow under his feet gradually spread towards the vicinity.

A shadow covered the ground, triggering all possible media, just like before.

However, what happened next was presented to Yang Jian in the worst possible way.

He did not trigger Liu Qingqing's remaining medium.

This means that Liu Qingqing did not enter this room or stand in front of the bed in this room just now.

But another medium triggered.

A strange old man who was skinny, exuded a strong corpse smell, and looked like he had been dead for ten days suddenly appeared in front of him.

The corpse spots all over his body had evolved into rotten blackboards, and his eye sockets were sunken deeply, but they were not closed, revealing a pair of gray and numb eyes.

The most chilling thing is.

The corpse in the medium was walking from the direction of the wooden bed step by step.

Yang Jian's guess was correct.

The person who touched the letter was either Liu Qingqing or the evil spirit in this room.

Ghosts do not fall into eternal slumber, but occasionally wake up.

"The appearance of this corpse is very familiar. It is...the owner of Room 301, the old woman." Yang Jian's heart suddenly went cold.

Is she dead?

The old man who was suspected to have appeared on the supernatural bus half a year ago is dead.

And the time he died was not long, probably half a month, or about a month.

He also speculated in his mind that this old woman was likely to be a ghost master left over from the Republic of China, just like the knocker in her lifetime. She was involved in many supernatural events and even knew about the existence of the ghost post office.

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No matter what, the person is dead.

And it is very possible that people are currently in the stage of resurgence of evil ghosts.

Once the ghost's recovery is complete.

This will be a supernatural event at least as good as a knocker.

However, Yang Jian didn't wait to think more.

Suddenly.

He found that the dead old man in the medium suddenly stopped, turned his stiff neck, and looked at him abruptly.

And, the media began to become more and more clear.

An illusory scene becomes real.

Yang Jian could smell the smell of corpses getting stronger and stronger, and at the same time, the surrounding air suddenly became colder, and the yellowing and dim lights in the room began to flicker strangely.

noticed these changes.

A terrible suspicion formed in Yang Jian's mind.

"Maybe the ghosts in the medium are trying to invade the real world."

No.
To be continued...