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Chapter 30

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    "Isn't that ghost coming?"

    Yang Jian stayed at home all night and didn't sleep. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked in the direction of the door very tiredly.

    The door is not closed.

    Because he wanted to see the ghost appearing as soon as possible.

    But things are not as perfect as I imagined.

    "I can't stay here and watch this ghost appear. If that ghost has already left here and doesn't plan to come back, I'm just wasting time, and time is precious to me now."

    Yang Jian rubbed his bloodshot eyes to wake himself up and relax.

    It must be crazy to be mentally tense all night.

    "If you can't find this ghost in a short time, then you must make two plans." Yang Jian stood up from the sofa, took a shower, packed his things and prepared to go out.

    So I have two plans, one is to find a way to survive if I can survive.

    Second If you are really going to die, then it is necessary to earn a sum of money for your parents to provide for in the future.

    Carrying a schoolbag, Yang Jian walked out of this somewhat old residential building.

    Looking up at the hot sun outside, he felt a little dizzy.

    "But ghosts don't seem to be afraid of the sun." Yang Jian touched the back of his hand, but didn't feel any abnormal reaction from that eye.

    In other words, even in the daytime, ghosts may appear.

    According to folklore, ghosts only appear at night, but now it seems that this statement has been overturned.

    It can only be said that the light during the day can give people a certain sense of security and make people less fearful.

    "Boss, do you want to recycle your phone?"

    Yang Jian came to a small shop next to the street that repairs mobile phones.

    The owner of the mobile phone shop glanced at it and said, "Brother doesn't accept it, only smartphones that have been out in the past two years."

    Yang Jian sat down and said, "I don't sell the mobile phone in my hand, but these."

    He took out the mobile phone that Zhang Wei, Wang Shanshan, Zhao Lei and others didn't want from his schoolbag.

    "So much? Where did you steal it from?" The boss froze for a moment, looking at the smartphones of various models, he looked at Yang Jian suspiciously.

    "I don't want my friend anymore. I gave it to me. Besides, can I steal such a new mobile phone? Boss, please estimate the price. If it is suitable, I will sell it to you." Yang Jian said.

    The boss took a look and found that they were indeed good products. The mobile phones were very new. The market price was two to three thousand, and the expensive ones were seven to eight thousand.

    "Your set is worthless, I can only give you three hundred."

    "This one is good. I'll take it for 1,000, and this one for 1,300" The boss estimated the price.

    At this time, one of the mobile phones on the counter suddenly rang.

    Yang Jian glanced at it, and it showed: Dad.

    God knows which classmate's father this is.

    "The owner has called." The boss smiled and said, "I will get into a lot of trouble when I find it. I can only charge five hundred for this phone."

    After finishing speaking, I planned to turn off the phone.

    Yang Jian picked it up and connected the channel; "It wasn't the owner who called, it was my friend's father."

    "Hello."

    A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is it Yang Jian?"

    "It's me, who are you?" Yang Jian asked.

    "Sure enough, Shanshan's cell phone is on you. I'm Wang Shanshan's father, Wang Bin. I need to talk to you about something. Is it convenient for you? I want to meet you." Wang Bin said.

    "It's Uncle Wang. I have something to do these two days. I'm a little busy. It's not convenient." Yang Jian said.

    Wang Bin said: "It won't take you a lot of time. Where are you? I'll pick you up by car."

    "Uncle Wang, if you have something to say, just talk about it. I really have something to do here, and I can't leave for a while." Yang Jian said.

    Wang Bin was silent for a moment and said, "It's about my daughter Shanshan. Do you know what happened to Shanshan at school that day?"

    "Didn't Wang Shanshan tell you about the haunted school?" Yang asked.

    The school is haunted?

    On the other end of the phone, Wang Bin was startled for a moment.

    Are there still such ridiculous things these days?

    But Wang Bin didn't laugh, because he thought of the two-day school blockade and some weird things that happened to his daughter Shanshan, and he felt that there was something unusual about it.

    "The school is haunted? You??The bullshit of profiteers.

    Will Zhang Wei not know if Zhang Wei's mobile phone is real or fake?

    Yang Jian's face sank: "Boss, you wouldn't have secretly dropped your cell phone while I was calling just now, would you?"

    "I operate with integrity. How could I do such a thing? Your mobile phone is obviously fake. If you don't want to sell it, you can take it back. I won't accept other mobile phones."

    The boss looked indifferent, but immediately changed his attitude and waved Yang Jian away.

    Yang Jian stood up and grabbed the hem of his shirt, his bloodshot eyes glowed with a faint red light and said with a strange indifference: "You profiteer, do you want to die? If you want to die, just say, I will help you,  The liar tricked me."

    The boss looked at Yang Jian's eyes and was shocked.

    Is this the look a person should have?

    Indifferent, without a trace of emotion, there is a kind of frightening weirdness.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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