Inside Safe House No. 1 in Guanjiang Community.

This safe house was built during the original Starving Ghost incident. Due to the rush of construction, it was not large in scale and could only accommodate about twenty people. Considering the limitations, Yang Jian got rid of Zhang Wei's father Zhang Xiangui to build the No. 2 safe house.

Room.

This safe house was left idle and became Yang Jian's exclusive safe house.

The safe house contains various supernatural objects collected by Yang Jian, as well as the imprisoned ghosts.

There are ghost mirrors, embroidered shoes, ghost candles, scapegoat dolls, ghost porcelain...

Yang Jian appeared in the safe house at this moment.

He first placed the dolls he got from Room 301 this time, and then focused his attention on the ghost boy.

Reach out and grab it.

Removed the little bell-like ball from the ghost boy's neck.

Just twist it, and the small ball opens, revealing a piece of yellowed and mottled old paper. The material is like sheepskin, but it reveals a cold and weird aura. This is actually a piece of human skin, and there is a vague sense of energy on it.

I smelled a faint smell of corpse.

"The plan on the human skin paper can only be used as a reference, not to be believed. Since the last time, the things revealed by this thing have become more and more terrifying. There are traps in every word, and they are getting more serious every time. They have reached the point where they want to harm people outright.

It’s to the point of death for me.”

Yang Jian thought to himself.

Give yourself a reminder, and at the same time tell yourself not to put your hopes on this thing.

Last time, he was lucky enough to survive because of the ghost cupboard's insurance. If it hadn't been for the ghost cupboard, he would have definitely died.

Now.

The deal between him and the ghost closet has not been completed yet, so there is no insurance this time and he has to rely on himself.

I didn't dare to ask anyone for help.

There are not many people who can help him.

Wang Xiaoming from the headquarters is the only one, but he has seen the human skin paper. Who knows what traps the human skin paper may set for him.

With Wang Xiaoming's intelligence, he naturally guessed the existence of the trap, but this guy is a very crazy person. Even if he knows it is a trap, he will step into it as long as the benefits are enough.

Mr. Qin may also be able to help him.

But Yang Jian had no connection with him, so he was not qualified to ask for help from others.

After all, people still have to rely on themselves.

Along the way, Yang Jian has always been like this.

Take back any thoughts of luck or retreat.

Yang Jian took a deep breath and opened the human skin paper.

The human-skin paper, which had no abnormality at first, still had black writing on it, which was twisted and weird, as if something invisible was writing on it.

A familiar yet strange sentence appeared in front of you: My name is Yang Jian, and when you see this sentence, I will be dead...

Yang Jian was already numb to this sentence and didn't think there was anything strange about it.

"Maybe you are right this time. I may really die. If you can't give me some solution to the problem, I will pack you up and bury it underground before I die. This time it won't be 10,000 meters."

, but somewhere deeper.”

It was like he was saying hello.

He spoke to himself in front of the human skin paper, without any threatening tone, but there was no doubt about Yang Jian's determination to bury it.

Soon, the writing on the human skin continued to emerge: "...I shouldn't open that terrible music box again. Last time I survived by luck, but this time I have a premonition that I am dead. This is mine."

Suicide note, if you can see it, please help me fulfill the wish in the suicide note so that I can die without any worries."

"One of my wishes is to open the third door of the ancient house of the Republic of China. I want to see what is inside. I never opened that door before I died. If possible, I hope you can go and see it.

look."

"My second wish is..."

Yang Jian's face suddenly darkened.

He felt that the human skin paper was talking nonsense. He was not dead yet, but it said that he was dead. It wanted to make a suicide note so that he could fulfill his wish in advance.

How much I wish I could die.

Or is it that putting the human skin paper in the hands of the ghost boy made him resentful enough that he has already begun to give up on himself?

Yang Jian pondered. He could at least tell that there was a huge trap in the information on the human skin paper.

The third room in the ancient house of the Republic of China cannot be opened.

If he had really opened that room before he died, he might have died miserably.

"If you can't give me any useful advice, this thing of yours will lose value to me. Ghost boy, come here and eat it." Yang Jian gave the order directly.

The ghost boy ran over immediately, opened his mouth and bit into the human skin paper without hesitation.

There was corpse water dripping from the dark mouth, which was so horrifying that I really wanted to swallow this thing in one gulp.

Yang Jian didn't have the slightest intention to stop him. He wanted to see if the human skin was willing to continue to compromise. This time it was not the human skin trying to control him, but him trying to control the human skin.

If you don't compromise, you will be eaten.

If he compromised, he would like to see how this person would compromise.

There is still no change in the handwriting on the human skin paper. It seems that the information on the human skin paper can only be recorded to this point.

At this moment, the ghost boy had bitten the human skin paper, and wet saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

The ghost boy chewed bit by bit, the human skin paper wrinkled, and was swallowed bit by bit.

Yang Jian still watched helplessly.

Now it was not him who was being pulled into the abyss, but this human skin. He wanted to see if this thing was willing to compromise.

If you don't compromise, just disappear now.

Being eaten by a ghost boy is equivalent to being eaten by a starving ghost.

Maybe the ghost boy can control human skin.

However, just when the ghost boy had almost swallowed half of the human skin paper.

The human skin paper that had been motionless suddenly appeared abnormal.

The writing on it quickly disappeared, and then new writing appeared at an extremely fast speed.

"My name is Yang Jian. When you read this sentence, I am already dead... I have experienced many dangerous supernatural events, but this time it is more dangerous than before. When I was in Dachuan City, I once again

I opened the music box, this was the second time I opened the music box, and the cursed ringtone lingered in my mind again."

"I have a premonition that I won't be able to fight this terrible curse this time. I'm going to die. What's worse than the first time is that my ghost is still in a state of recovery. Although I have temporarily suppressed it, this time

This kind of oppression cannot last long.”

"I have tried many methods, but none of them work. The only way is that I have to let the curse of the music box break out on the ghost body. Only in this way can I survive."

"This is a very bold and crazy idea. This is what I think and do. I don't know if I should tell you this method. Before that, I want to ask you something."

“What exactly is human consciousness?”

"..."

"Loose your mouth and stop eating."

When Yang Jian saw the writing on it, he immediately snatched the paper back.

But as soon as he snatched it back, the writing on it quickly disappeared.

Although it disappeared very quickly, he had already seen these contents through his ghost eyes.

Especially the last sentence "What exactly is human consciousness?"

Yang Jian was thinking, but the content had changed.

The writing on the human skin paper turned into a plan: "I solved the curse of the music box and the problem of ghost resurgence, but you must have full trust in the human skin paper in your hand, and don't doubt it. Any doubt may lead to your death."

"The curse of the music box broke out at 1:15 pm two days later. When the curse broke out, I released the coffin nail from suppressing the ghost, allowing the ghost to invade my consciousness and at the same time remove the human skin paper.

It covered my face... Later I fell asleep, and when I woke up again, the ghost was dead and the curse of the music box disappeared."

"My name is Yang Jian, and I was still alive when you read this sentence."

The writing stopped appearing, and everything fell into calm.

The human skin paper no longer shows supernatural changes.

Yang Jian's eyes were very cold, staring at the dark brown human skin paper in his hand: "When the curse breaks out, just cover your face with the human skin paper and then sleep? Has the trap been set so blatantly?

? Or is it that there is no need to cover up now, so just put the trap here and wait for me to take the initiative to step on it when I am in a desperate situation? "

The human-skin paper trap didn't work, and now the strategy seems to have changed.
To be continued...