Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 291: Zhao Lei's experience

Is something wrong with Zhao Lei?

Looking at Zhao Lei, who was standing outside this window and talking to himself, as a person in the same class who had been in the same class for three years and had played better with Zhang Wei and his gang, Yang Jian felt a strange 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 situation is not very good. Zhang Wei is still like that. He stays at home and plays games and live broadcasts. Are you looking for something to do with them? How about getting together? Although Sun Ren and Liu Qi I haven't come back, my eldest cousin and Miao Xiaoshan are also not there, but it can be regarded as a small classmates gathering..." Yang Jian said.

"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 roared, like a madman. The beast looked a little emotional.

Yang Jian frowned, the weird feeling still lingering in his heart, but in the face of Zhao Lei's accusations, he calmly said; "Zhao Lei, I can only express regret and sympathy for some things that have 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 emotionally unstable now, calm down for a while and then say it." 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 International Criminal Police of 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 the best. Any city under the jurisdiction of Interpol will have tragedies. 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, the anger on his face turned into a kind of indifference, with a trace of emotionless smile; "Because I have become a ghost master just like you. "

"It’s funny to say that 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? Sitting there reading 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 very weird and dangerous, which was different from ordinary ghost wielders.

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

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, I will leave you today and can't leave you alone." No matter how special Zhao Lei's situation is, Yang Jian has changed himself.

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's body flashed and disappeared into the driving position.

Suddenly 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.

Blood oozes from the red paper, and the outline of a human face clearly appears on the paper.

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 that the memory was tampered with at will, Zhao Lei may no longer be regarded as a ghost master, but on the contrary, he may be manipulated by the ghost. .

I'm afraid I don't even know this kind of manipulation.

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 did it, a cloudy wind blew around him.

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 mid-air. Each one had a human face. There were men, women, children, and Zhao Lei... These faces had expressions, fears, and Serene and desperate, just like masks, strange and scary.

And at the end of this street.

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

There is a person sitting on it, only his feet can be seen, but Shang itself is not visible, because this person is sitting there with a newspaper and is looking at it.

like a statue.

It was stiff like a corpse. I want to talk about "Mystical Recovery" with more like-minded people. WeChat pays attention to "Excellent Literature", read novels, talk about life, and find friends~

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