“What time is it now.”

On the fifth floor of the underground floor of the laboratory, Wang Xiaoming had just woken up. After washing his face, he used an alcohol lamp to heat up a pack of emergency food and asked while eating.

Wei Jing was still standing in the experimental room not far away and staring at the movement inside. He was like a corpse, without eating or drinking, sleeping, and he would not feel tired. He could work 24 hours a day.

"It's already eight o'clock in the evening. According to the time I decided before, the curse of the music box broke out four hours later." He answered stiffly, without any emotion in his tone.

"The action against ghost paintings at this point in time should have begun." Wang Xiaoming's expression moved and continued to eat: "How is Guo Fan's condition?"

"He seemed to be asleep. He lay in the ghost coffin five hours ago and there was no movement. I couldn't see what was inside." Wei Jing said.

Wang Xiaoming called out the surveillance camera and quickly looked at it.

Indeed, five hours ago, Guo Fan controlled Yang Jian's body and yawned, stretched his waist and lay in the ghost coffin.

"If Guo Fan is not awake at eleven o'clock, wake him up." Wang Xiaoming frowned.

"Okay." Wei Jing nodded.

"What's going on with Dr. Chen? Are you dead?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

Wei Jing said: "I have confirmed the situation through the headquarters before. There is indeed a ghost wandering in the building, and the level of danger is unknown. However, Gao Ming had contact with the ghost in the building. In addition, the ghost was also photographed through surveillance. The information is on the computer next to you, Professor Wang. As for Dr. Chen, he is still alive for the time being."

"I'll take a look."

Wang Xiaoming turned on the computer again, and there was indeed a new folder.

After clicking, there are surveillance videos in the folder and photos processed through technology.

In the photo, there is an aisle of a building. On this aisle, a child wearing a dead man's soaked shirt and blue-black skin color was holding a rotten dead head in his hand. He raised his head to look at the surveillance camera. His eyes had no pupils and were weirdly red, which was like...a pair of ghost eyes.

"Starting ghost?" Wang Xiaoming's eyes narrowed.

"Have you checked the relevant information?"

Wei Jing said: "I checked. The ghost was wearing the ghost shroud on Jiang Shangbai's body before. After Jiang Shangbai died, the ghost shroud was stripped off by Yang Jian. The rotten dead head was a ghost left by a ghost driver named Liu Dong in the circle of friends after the death of the death. The archive headquarters also received the rotten dead head. The rotten dead head was very dangerous. Living people cannot be stared at by the dead head, otherwise the living people will die within a few seconds. Similarly, if the rotten head is staring at the ghost, then the ghost will be suppressed."

With the collection of information about ghost drivers and related ghosts, ghost children will only reveal their characteristics and will be clearly seen in many situations.

"And we checked Yang Jian's files and found that the ghost looked almost exactly the same as Yang Jian's childhood."

Wang Xiaoming nodded and said, "I saw it."

He found photos of Yang Jian when he was a child in the folder. After comparison, he found that Gui and Yang Jian were exactly the same, but the ghost boy was just a supernatural version of Xiao Yang Jian.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes moved: "Yang Jian was deliberately raising this ghost. He put other supernatural objects and ghost puzzles on this ghost, increasing its terror. Putting aside the ghost itself, relying on that shroud and two ghosts with the dead head are enough to fight against the top ghost controller."

"Gao Ming must have suffered a loss after contacting him, otherwise Dr. Chen would not be trapped in this building until now."

"Incredible, it's incredible. What command did Yang Jian rely on this thing?"

The existence of the ghost boy successfully aroused Wang Xiaoming's interest.

If Yang Jian can really control it, then as the puzzle on this ghost increases, he will become an unsolvable S-level evil ghost in the future.

The most important thing is that this ghost can not worry about the resurrection of the evil ghost, because it is a ghost itself and there is no possibility of resurrection, but the key lies in control.

If it is uncontrollable, this little devil is a potentially huge disaster.

"Does it need to be dealt with?"

Wei Jing saw Wang Xiaoming thinking silently, thinking that he was worried, so he said very directly.

Wang Xiaoming smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Disposition? Why do we need to deal with it? It's very interesting. This is an alien among aliens, the product of conflict between supernatural events. It is neither a starving ghost nor Yang Jian. Although I don't know how he used to control this ghost, I know he succeeded. Otherwise, according to the killing rules of starving ghosts, Dr. Chen and the others will be dead now."

"I didn't expect Yang Jian to have such a trick, but he gave me a surprise."

Wei Jing said: "Professor Wang, this is not the time to study. If Yang Jian controls this thing, it will be quite dangerous in the future. Once it loses control, it will be another S-level supernatural event in the future."

"You also say it's out of control, what if it's not out of control? So it has the value of being left behind, and that thing is not that easy to deal with, so there's no need to take risks now."

Wang Xiaoming thought very calmly, feeling that the value of the ghost child staying is greater than the value of the ruined one.

"The relevant files are processed by the headquarters, so don't leak them..."

However, just as the two were talking and discussing.

Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, a dull vibration echoed in the laboratory. Although the sound was isolated, it still reached the ears of the two people. Even the alcohol in the alcohol lamp in front of Wang Xiaoming's table rippled.

Um?

Almost at the same time, Wang Xiaoming and Wei Jing looked at the experimental room.

The sound came from inside. Specifically, the sound came from the coffin. There seemed to be a living person struggling violently in the old wooden coffin, hitting the coffin, making such a huge noise.

"What's going on?" Wei Jing immediately turned around and stared at the ghost coffin shaking in the room.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the time again. It was more than three hours before the twelve o'clock when the curse broke out. Now, Guo Fan should still control Yang Jian's body.

"Is there something wrong with Guo Fan? Or is it that the time when the curse erupted was wrong, it was early?" He pondered.

Look at the music box on the other side,

It is still open and not closed, which proves that the curse is still there and has not disappeared, otherwise the music box will be closed immediately according to the previous few situations.

Bang!

The huge impact continued, even though the room had a good sound insulation effect, it was still very clear.

The wooden black coffin was shaking, and cracks even appeared in some places. It seemed that the ghost coffin had reached its limit and could no longer be detained in the things inside.

But the ghost coffin has no coffin lid, because it does not rely on the strength of the coffin itself, but the strange power that cannot be understood inside. However, the ghost coffin can suppress ghosts but cannot suppress living people.

"Guo Fan, can you still hear it? If you can hear it, stand up from the ghost coffin." Wang Xiaoming turned on the walkie-talkie and sent the sound into the room.

But Guo Fan inside didn't reply, and the thick ghost coffin was still shaking violently. At the same time, there were more and more cracks on the ghost coffin, and he could even hear the sound of wood cracking.

If this continues, the ghost coffin will be completely broken and destroyed.

"Is it impossible to suppress the ghost in Yang Jian's body?" Wang Xiaoming guessed.

He believed that during the period when Guo Fan was resting, Yang Jian's body underwent an incomprehensible strange change. This change led to the revival of the evil ghost and then the conflict with the power of the ghost coffin itself, which led to this situation.

As the ghost coffin continued to vibrate, there was a change in the room sooner.

A pale palm suddenly stretched out from the dark ghost coffin, grabbed the edge of the coffin tightly, and his fingernails buckled on the wood left several deep marks.

It seemed as if the person in the coffin was trying to struggle to climb out with great strength.

The strength of one hand seemed to be a little insufficient. Soon, the other hand appeared on the coffin again, and grabbed the edge of the coffin tightly. The fingers were a little too hard, making it extremely stiff.

"It's not Guo Fan who is struggling, are these two right hands?" Wang Xiaoming's face slightly sank.

He studied the human body decomposition and recognized at a glance that the two pale palms on the coffin belonged to the right hand, while the living person had only one right hand. All the other hand was probably a ghost from Yang Jian's body, or both hands belonged to the ghost.

This is a sign of recovery.

Wei Jing's numb face was slightly moved: "Do you want me to go in and take a look? Pulling Guo Fan out of the ghost coffin is not difficult for me, and I don't need to contact him in person."

After saying that, he looked at the old black straw rope hanging around his waist.

"No need. It's not time for the curse to explode yet. The experiment is still going on. There is no point in getting in. Even if the ghost in Yang Jian's body really revives, he has to wait until the curse to explode before suppressing it."

Wang Xiaoming's tone was quick and firm, without any hesitation.

"Continue to observe, just make sure Yang Jian doesn't run out of it."

Although the room was specially built, he was still a little worried about whether he could close Yang Jian in this state.

The vibration of the ghost coffin continues.

But Wang Xiaoming chose to ignore it and continued to wait for the arrival of time.

As time gradually passed, the movements and abnormalities of the ghost coffin became more and more obvious.

Before, I just grabbed the edge of the coffin with my hands, but now the darkness in the coffin seemed to be struggling and squirming, trying to overflow from it. Through observation, I can find that it was a human-shaped outline, like a dead Yang Jian, and another strange face.

When time comes, there is still an hour before the curse breaks out.

The room where the ghost coffin was placed seemed to be invaded by supernatural powers. The surrounding environment suddenly became dim and seemed to be covered by a layer of darkness. There were more cracks on the ghost coffin. Many wooden boards were broken, revealing gaps, but each gap was blocked by black palms.

It seems to be blocking the ghost coffin, and it seems to be preventing people from peeping outside.

As time continues.

Half an hour before the curse erupted, something strange happened.

The black and white portrait of Yang Jian on the strange spiritual throne that belonged to Yang Jian was constantly seeping out blood at this time. The blood was scarlet and sticky, and soon covered Yang Jian's portrait, and he could no longer see his appearance.

The blood flowed down, soaking the spiritual position.

The originally dirty and black spiritual spots were dyed red, as if they were applied with a layer of red paint.

The vibration of the ghost coffin increased violently again, and even jumped up from the ground several times. The thick wooden board was smashed to pieces, and the broken wood chips were all over the ground. The ghost coffin had exceeded its affordable limit.

If it weren't for the incomprehensible supernatural power to maintain it, the ghost coffin would have completely fallen apart.

"Uncomprehensible exception." Wang Xiaoming's heart also sank.

This experiment seems not as simple as I imagined, and some unpredictable potential hidden dangers are emerging.

When did it start...

A few hours ago, something was wrong after Guo Fan went to bed.

at the same time.

Inside this building on the ground.

The ghost boy, who was holding a dead head and walking barefoot in the aisle suddenly stopped at this time, then tilted his head and looked in one direction.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost boy ran out quickly and headed towards the first floor gate.

It seemed to have sensed something invaded in this building, which invisibly triggered its murderous law.
Chapter completed!