Inside the No. 1 safe house in Guanjiang Community.

This safe house was built in the initial starvation incident. It was not large in scale because of the hasty construction and could only accommodate about twenty people. Considering the limitations, Yang Jian got rid of Zhang Wei's father Zhang Xiangui and built the No. 2 safe house.

And this safe house was idle and became Yangjian’s exclusive safe house.

In the safe house, various supernatural items collected by Yang Jian were placed, as well as the evil spirits who were imprisoned.

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

Yang Jian appeared in this safe house at this moment.

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

Reach out and grab it.

He took off the bell-like ball on the ghost boy's neck.

He twisted it hard and opened the ball, revealing a piece of yellow and mottled old paper inside. The material was like sheepskin, but it revealed a cold and strange aura. It was actually a human skin, and a faint smell of corpse stinking could be vaguely smelled on it.

"The solution on human velvet paper can only be referenced, and I can't believe it. Since last time, the things revealed by this thing have become more and more terrifying. There are traps between the lines, and they are getting worse and worse every time. They have reached the point where they are bluntly trying to kill me."

Yang Jian said in his heart.

Give yourself a reminder, and also tell yourself not to put your hope on this thing.

Last time, he survived with the first layer of insurance in the ghost cabinet. If it weren't for the ghost cabinet, he would have been dead.

Now.

The transaction between him and the ghost cabinet has not been completed yet, so there is no insurance this time, and it depends entirely on himself.

I don't dare to ask anyone for help.

Not many people are capable of helping him.

Wang Xiaoming from the headquarters is a man, but he has seen human vellum paper, but who knows what traps human vellum paper will set for him?

With Wang Xiaoming's intelligence, he naturally guessed the existence of the trap, but this guy was a very crazy person. Even though he knew it was a trap, he would step on it as long as the benefits were enough.

Mr. Qin might be able to help him too.

But Yang Jian and him had no relatives and no reason, so they were not qualified to ask others for help.

After all, people still have to rely on themselves.

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

Retrieve all kinds of luck and retreat.

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

At this time, black handwriting began to appear on the human velvet paper, twisted and weird, as if something invisible was being written on it.

A familiar and strange sentence appeared before my eyes: My name is Yang Jian, when you see this sentence, I was already dead...

Yang Jian was already numb to this sentence and didn't feel anything strange.

"Maybe you're right this time, I might be really going to die. If you can't give me some solution to the problem, I will put you in the ground before I die. This time it's not ten thousand meters, but deeper."

He was like saying hello.

He talked to himself at the human velvet paper without a slight threatening tone, but there was no doubt that Yang Jian would bury him.

Soon, the handwriting on the human velvet continued to appear: "...I shouldn't have opened the terrible music box again. Last time I survived by chance, but this time I had a foreshadowing that I was dead. This is my suicide note. If you can see it, please help me fulfill my wish in the suicide note, so that I can die without any scruples."

"One of my wishes is to open the third door of the ancient house in the Republic of China. I want to see what is inside. I have never opened the door before I die. If possible, I hope you can go and take a look."

"My second wish is..."

Yang Jian's face suddenly turned dark.

He felt that the human velvet was talking nonsense. Before he died, it said that it was dead and that it would have to get a suicide note to let it fulfill its wish in advance.

I wish I could die by myself.

Or putting human velvet paper in the hands of a ghost boy made it deeply resentful and he had already begun to give up on himself.

Yang Jian pondered, he could at least judge that there was a huge trap in human velvet paper information.

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

If I really opened that room before I died, I might die very miserably.

"If you can't give useful suggestions, your thing will lose its value to me. Ghost boy, come and eat it." Yang Jian gave the order directly.

The ghost boy ran over immediately, then opened his mouth without hesitation and bit it towards the human strife.

The corpse water dripped from his dark mouth, which was extremely horrible. He really wanted to swallow this thing in one bite.

Yang Jian had no intention of stopping it. He wanted to see if the human vellum paper was willing to continue to compromise. It was not that the human vellum paper was trying to control him, but that he wanted to control the human vellum paper.

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

If he compromises, he will see what kind of compromise method this person has to do with the velvet paper.

The handwriting on human velvet paper still has not changed at all, and it seems that the information on human velvet paper can only record this step.

The ghost boy had bitten on the human sack paper at this moment, and his wet saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth.

The ghost boy chewed little by little, and the human velvet paper became wrinkled and swallowed little by little.

Yang Jian was still watching.

Now he was not him who was pulled into the abyss, but this man's velvet paper. He wanted to see if this thing was willing to compromise.

If you don't compromise, it will disappear now.

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

Maybe the ghost boy can also control human velvet paper.

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

The human velvet paper, which had no movement, suddenly had an abnormality.

The handwriting on it disappeared quickly, and then the new handwriting emerged at an extremely fast speed.

"My name is Yang Jian. When you see this sentence, I was already dead... I have passed many dangerous supernatural events, but this time it is even more dangerous than before. When I was in Okawa City, I opened the music box again. This is the second time I opened the music box, and the cursed ringtone lingers in my mind again."

"I have a hunch that I can't fight this terrible curse this time. I'm going to die, and what's worse than the first time is that my ghost is still in a state of recovery. Although I have been temporarily suppressed, this suppression will not 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 explode on the ghost, so that I can survive."

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

"What is human consciousness?"

“…”

"Let's go, stop eating."

When Yang Jian saw the handwriting on it appeared, he immediately snatched back the human velvet paper.

But once it was snatched back, the handwriting on it quickly disappeared.

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

Especially the last sentence, “What is human consciousness?”

Yang Jian was thinking, but the content had changed.

The handwriting on human velvet became a solution: "I solved the problem of curses and ghost revival in the music box, but you must be full of trust in the human velvet in your hand, don't doubt, any doubt may cause you to die."

"The curse of the music box broke out at 15:00 p.m. two days later. When the curse broke out, I let go of the coffin nail suppression of the ghost, allowing the ghost to invade my consciousness, and at the same time covered the human sack paper on my face... Later I fell asleep. When I woke up again, the ghost died and the curse of the music box disappeared."

"My name is Yang Jian, and I am still alive when you see this."

The handwriting stopped emerging and everything fell into peace.

There are no more supernatural changes on human velvet paper.

Yang Jian's eyes were very cold, and he stared at the dark brown human velvet in his hand: "When the curse broke out, cover the human velvet on his face and then sleep for a while? Is the trap so blatant? Or is it necessary to cover it up now, so I put the trap here and wait for me to step on it in a desperate situation?"

The hidden trap of human velvet paper has not worked, and it seems that the strategy has changed now.

"This plan is not credible, I think that sentence is the key."

"What is human consciousness?"

Yang Jian thought: "This sentence emerged under the threat of the ghost boy, so it has a certain credibility."

"If you want to survive this curse, the key is consciousness. This is a breakthrough. I know this, and human vellum paper also knows this, but human vellum paper knows the plan, but I don't know... But according to the characteristics of human vellum paper in the past, the plan he can give must meet the conditions for completion, and it is impossible to give me a plan that cannot be completed."

"Are you going to solve the puzzle again?"

He rubbed his head.

Puzzle solving is not his strength.

"Think about this. Anyway, there are still two and a half days. Now I need a supernatural weapon that I can use but cannot be used by ghosts to prevent my supernatural revival from causing greater threats."

Yang Jian put away the human velvet paper, stuffed it into the golden ball, and hung it on the ghost boy's neck again.

He got up and walked into the tool room of the safe house.
To be continued...