Mysterious Recovery

Is something wrong with Zhao Lei?

Looking at Zhao Lei, who was standing outside this window and talking to himself, who had been in the same class for three years and had played better with Zhang Wei and his gang, Yang Jian felt a weird strangeness.

This kind of strangeness can't be said, it just feels wrong.

Yang Jian looked at Zhao Lei but found nothing unusual.

"Wang Shanshan's family is okay, but her own condition is not so good. Zhang Wei is still like that. She stays at home and plays games and live broadcasts all day. Are you looking for something to do with them? How about getting together? Although Sun Ren and Liu Qi Didn’t come back, my eldest cousin and Miao Xiaoshan were not there, but it was a small classmates gathering.” Yang Jiandao.

"Shut up." Zhao Lei, who was relatively calm before, suddenly became irritable, and he patted the front of the car suddenly.

The front hood immediately sank into a large area, various alarm sounds came from the car, and the airbags bounced out.

"Why, why did you save their family, but didn't save our family, Wang Shanshan, Zhang Wei's family's fate is fate, isn't the fate of my family's fate?" Zhao Lei yelled, like a mad man. Beast looked a little excited.

Yang Jian frowned, the weird feeling still lingering in his mind, but in the face of Zhao Lei's accusation, he calmly said; "Zhao Lei, I can only express regret and sympathy for some things that happened to you, maybe yours Many of my family members died in this supernatural event, but I don’t want this result either."

"This is a large-scale spiritual event. No one can avoid it. There are not many people I can take care of. There will always be tragedies."

Zhao Lei said; "So I am the only one left in my family?"

"You are unstable now, calm down for a while and then talk." Yang Jian said.

"I don't need to calm down, I need an explanation." Zhao Lei growled.

Yang Jian frowned, "I can't give you an explanation. What you need now is not to find me and blame me, but to calm down and figure out the source of the whole thing, so that you can understand that the wrong person is not me. "

"You are the Interpol from Dachang City. You have the obligation to solve the supernatural incident here, but you didn't do it." Zhao Lei said.

Yang Jiandao; "No one can do everything to the best. Tragedies will happen in any city under the jurisdiction of Interpol. We are all people who have come out of the Seven and should learn to accept this cruel reality, and I feel that your state is very wrong now. Although your emotions are very intense, you don’t feel like a normal person. On the contrary, it feels like"

"Like a ghost, right." Zhao Lei took his words, and the anger on his face turned into a kind of indifference, with a slight smile on his face; "Because I have become a ghost master just like you. "

"It’s funny, I searched for ghosts in the whole city, but there was no result. When the accident happened this time, I went to your house to ask for your help, but I saw a person exactly like you. That person is not you, right? Sit there and read the newspaper, motionless"

Yang Jian's eyes condensed when he heard this.

Is that thing?

He searched for the thing for a while, but didn't find it. He didn't expect that he was still in his old home and was accidentally encountered by Zhao Lei.

"How did you survive?" Yang Jian asked immediately: "That thing is dangerous."

"What do you think." There was a weirdness in Zhao Lei's smile.

When Yang Jian saw his appearance, he immediately felt an inexplicable chill. Some intuition told him that Zhao Lei's state was weird and dangerous, different from ordinary ghost wielders.

"Are you affected? Or is it that you are the ghost. The real Zhao Lei is dead." His eyes condensed, staring at him tightly, and a ghost eye opened restlessly.

Although he had only one contact with the ghost at home, he knew through Liu Xiaoyu's reminder that the ghost seemed to be able to tamper with the memory, and he didn't even know it.

In addition, the red newspaper in the hands of the ghost seemed to be able to print a person's face. As for what would happen after the person's face was rubbed off, he didn't know.

Because the last time he was attacked, he managed to escape and was not succeeded by that ghost.

"I know everything about you. There is still a gap between me and you. I will come to you and ask you for justice for my dead family. From today on we are no longer classmates."

With a weird smile, Zhao Lei slowly backed away, as if he was about to leave.

"Since you said that, then I will keep you today and can't let you leave it alone." Yang Jian, no matter how special Zhao Lei's condition is, what has changed since then.

As long as he has contact with the ghosts staying in his own home, there must be a problem.

Therefore, he felt that he should limit the number of people first and then study slowly.

moment.

The red light on Yang Jian burst out and disappeared into the driving position.

Abruptly appeared at the location where Zhao Lei was before ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and wanted to catch him directly.

But Zhao Lei was gone.

A piece of red paper fell on the ground.

The red paper seeped blood, and the outline of a human face appeared on the paper clearly.

The look of this face is Zhao Lei.

"He really had an accident." Yang Jian's face changed slightly, and he had a bad premonition when he looked at the shape of the face on the red paper.

This red paper is very weird, and it was once held by a ghost. Under the circumstances of being tampered with at will, Zhao Lei may no longer be regarded as a ghost master, but on the contrary, he may be given to cāo by the ghost) Controlled.

This kind of control, I'm afraid I don't even know it yet.

No one knows exactly what went wrong in his memory.

Without hesitation, a tall headless figure walked out of his body, wanting to put this piece of paper away first.

But before he started, a gust of wind blew around.

Red paper was flying around in the sky, and a piece of dust was rolled up.

The whole street became a barren, deserted place.

"Ghost domain?" Yang Jian frowned.

He saw the red paper flying around in the air, each with a human face. There were men, women, children, and Zhao Lei’s faces that were fearful, serene, and hopeless. Like masks, weird and scary.

And at the end of this street.

There is a bench, like a rest chair in the park.

There was a person sitting on it, only his feet were seen, but Umoto was not seen, because this person was sitting there with a newspaper and was looking at it.

not moving at all.

It was stiff like a corpse.

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