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It was finally dawn.
Yang Jian didn't sleep for half the night, so he just sat there in the mourning hall.
Although it is not sleepy, but in a state of nervous tension for a long time, staring at the coffin in front of him, to be honest, even the hardest man can't stand it.
Fortunately, he is not a complete person yet.
Therefore, Yang Jian did not choose to rest.
In addition, at this time, no matter how tired you are, you have to endure it.
"The coffin hasn't moved all night, and I haven't been attacked by a ghost here all night So now it seems that my previous guess should be right." Yang Jian's eyes were red and bloodshot, even if he was If you don't open the ghost eyes, now his eyes will also become ghost eyes.
Gambling his own life last night, he can be sure that the ghost has the most direct connection with this coffin.
And not just one ghost, the two ghosts in the village are both related to the coffin.
It's just that there is still a doubt that has not been resolved.
Why did the ghost named sick ghost deliberately lure out all the ghost masters last night and gather them together?
What is the purpose of this?
"There is still too little information, and there are not many useful things to analyze at all, but since it has been confirmed that the real ghost is in the coffin, then we can find a way to imprison him." He looked at the body bag next to him.
The things bought for 20 million yuan should not disappoint myself.
I didn't act before, because I wasn't sure if the ghost in the coffin was real or not.
I pretended to be wrong, and the ghost is still outside. Didn't I kill myself?
Thinking of this, Yang Jian stood up, and he stretched his muscles and bones to make himself feel a little sore and numb.
He was going to try to start imprisoning the ghost in the coffin.
Although a little guilty, I have no confidence.
But right now, I can only bite the bullet.
Walked to the coffin in the mourning hall again, ready to forcefully open the coffin with Huang Quan.
But at this time, five or six villagers in the village suddenly appeared outside the gate.
These villagers were stunned when they looked at Yang Jian.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
An old man said: "Get out, get out, this is not a place for you city people to play, even the mourning hall dares to mess around, be careful I will break your leg."
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Yang Jian was stunned for a moment when he looked at the grandpas and aunts who had rushed over.
There is a ghost in your coffin, how dare you come to burn paper to keep the spirit?
Is this true love?
"Here, masters and aunts, please listen to my explanation." Yang Jian hurriedly said in order not to be kicked out
"What an excuse, get out."
The old man had a bad temper, so he dragged Yang Jian out.
Yang Jian immediately said: "Master, calm down. I can no longer hide the matter. In fact, the person who passed away is my brother. I call him brother. I am his younger brother. I learned about it a few days ago. After the news of his death, there was a mixture of sorrow and joy No, it was caused by sorrow, so I drove to Guicun overnight to worship."
"I missed my brother very much last night, so I sat here to keep watch and accompany me. I hope all the aunts and uncles understand."
"The person who died was his only son." said an aunt watching the fun.
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At this time, you can't help but speak up, it's not easy for me to lie temporarily.
Yang Jian coughed twice and said: "I forgot to say, although we are brothers, we are half-brothers. Although we are not related by blood, we are real superficial brothers. The moon can be learned, so I hope that all the aunts and uncles will allow me to sit here to accompany my brother and give him a ride."
"But you entered the village during the day yesterday and didn't drive back at night. You must be a liar." An old man said.
Damn, your uncle has a really good memory. It's a pity not to play mahjong with this memory.
Yang Jian bit the bullet again and said, "Really? How could I remember that I came at night? I must have been worrying too much, regardless of day and night, but this does not affect my heart of missing my old brother."
"Are you really my nephew's brother?"
The uncle who was pulling Yang Jian looked at him suspiciously and said.
"It's true, I didn't read many books, I didn't make up lessons when I was in elementary school, and I didn't learn much, soDon't lie, just tell the truth. " Yang Jian nodded.
The uncle blamed: "Why did you come here now, did you bring a white bag?"
"Take it, take it."
Yang Jian immediately took out a thousand dollars.
"It's rare that you have the heart to keep watch for my nephew. You worked hard last night, and if you're not afraid, I'll bother you tonight." The old man said excitedly while holding Yang Jian's hand.
When he took his palm back, the thousand dollars in his hand were gone.
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched.
Wouldn't it be over if I said earlier that I would give free money? It hurts me to recognize relatives indiscriminately here.
"It's okay, it's okay, this is my nephew's brother outside, hurry back to burn the paper, everyone, don't get me wrong in the future." The uncle greeted and said to the other villagers.
Yang Jian originally wanted to ask this uncle what the name of your dead nephew was, but after thinking about it, he decided not to ask.
There is a ghost lying in this coffin, and what a fart.
However, with this disturbance, it is obviously not realistic to act during the day. There are so many people, who knows what will happen.
And why don't the ghosts in this village attack the old people in this village? Even if the priority is to attack the ghost master, the indiscriminate killing should start when the ghost master is not around.
Could it be a local ghost? Empathy.
In addition, something is wrong with the villagers.
Living in a village haunted by ghosts is weird in itself.
It's just that this kind of problem is not something to think about now, at least in Yang Jian's view, these people are living people with body temperature, heartbeat.
Anyway, there is no threat, no matter whether these villagers are weird or not.
Temporarily out of the door.
? Yang Jian sat outside to rest for a while, watching the villagers entering and leaving the mourning hall, burning paper, replacing burnt candles, and crying in the coffin It feels weird.
Do they know about the ghost in the coffin?
Just as he was resting, his satellite positioning phone rang.
Liu Xiaoyu called.
"Hello, Yang Jian? Is it convenient for you to answer the phone?"
"If you have something to do, just say it, I'm not busy right now." Yang Jian said.
"I checked the photo on the portrait you sent me yesterday." Liu Xiaoyu's voice came from the phone.
Yang Jiandao; "What's the situation?"
"The situation is very bad The picture you sent me is in Dachang City, no, there is no such person even in the whole country, that is to say, this person does not exist at all." Liu Xiaoyu said.
Seeing this, Yang Jian's eyes froze: "There is no such person? How is this possible? You won't make mistakes."
The person in the coffin may be a ghost, but the portrait will not look like a ghost.
"No, this is the result of using a supercomputer to compare the national database. In the database, less than 60% of the photos with you have the highest degree of acquaintance, and those few people who have a higher degree of acquaintance I also checked, there is no problem, and this photo of yours has been authenticated by a special staffthe chance of synthesis is very high." Liu Xiaoyu said.
"What do you mean?" Yang Jian asked.
"It's just a picture of several people, mixed together to form a picture, do you understand?" Liu Xiaoyu said.
Sitting outside the house in front of the coffin, Yang Jian felt a chill all over his body.
Hearing this, he only felt it now.
This portrait is a bit different from yesterday.
Open the photo album of another mobile phone and compare it with the portrait.
Sure enough, a little change happened.
This change is very general and it is hard to tell what is wrong, but if you compare it carefully, you can be sure that yesterday's photo and today's portrait are only very similar, and they are definitely not the same person.
The portrait is changing?
Although he didn't know why this happened, Yang Jian felt that this change was definitely not a good one.
"Hey, Yang Jian, can you still hear me?"
Hearing that there was no movement here, Liu Xiaoyu said again; "I have found the file of the Huanggang Village incident that you asked me to investigate, and I will send it to your mobile phone now. You should have a spare mobile phone. The criminal police mobile phone does not have pictures. Function."
"Okay, okay." Yang Jian said immediately, and gave her her own mobile phone number.
Soon, he received an email on his mobile phone.
Can't wait to open the file about Huanggang Village. Almost at the first glance, his eyes shrank suddenly, and he almost jumped from the ground.
"This, how could this happen? How is it possible."
The information on the file made him feel an inexplicable fear.
And at this moment.
Three sports cars drove into the village again.
It was Zhang Yiming, Zhang Han, and Ye Jun who left but did not go out last night. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)At that moment, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he almost jumped up from the ground.
"This, how could this happen? How is it possible."
The information on the file made him feel an inexplicable fear.
And at this moment.
Three sports cars drove into the village again.
It was Zhang Yiming, Zhang Han, and Ye Jun who left but did not go out last night. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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