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 appear as soon as possible.
But things were not as perfect as I imagined.
"I can't keep waiting for this ghost to appear here. If the ghost has left here and doesn't plan to come back, I'm just wasting my time. Time is very precious to me now."
Yang Jian rubbed his bloodshot eyes to calm himself down and relax.
It would be crazy to be so nervous all night long.
"If you can't find this ghost in a short time, you must make two plans." Yang Jian stood up from the sofa, took a shower, packed his things and prepared to go out.
I made two plans. One was to find a way to survive if I could survive.
Second...if you are really going to die, then you need to make a fortune to support your parents in the future.
Carrying a schoolbag, Yang Jian walked out of this somewhat old residential building.
Looking up at the hot sunshine 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 and didn't feel any unusual reaction in that eye.
In other words, ghosts may appear even during the day.
According to folklore, ghosts only appear at night. 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 them less fearful.
"Boss, do you want to recycle your mobile phone?"
Yang Jian came to a small shop on the street that repaired mobile phones.
The owner of the mobile phone store took a look and said, "Big brother doesn't accept anything, but only smartphones produced in the past two years."
Yang Jian sat down and said, "I'm not selling the mobile phone in my hand. What I want to sell is these."
He took out the mobile phones that Zhang Wei, Wang Shanshan, Zhao Lei and others had not wanted from his schoolbag.
"So many? Where did you steal them from?" The boss was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yang Jian with some suspicion as he looked at the various models of smartphones.
"My friend doesn't want it anymore. He gave it to me. Besides, can you steal such a new mobile phone? Boss, please estimate the price. If it's suitable, I'll 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 for each one, and the more expensive ones were seven to eight thousand.
"This one of yours is worthless, I can only give you three hundred."
"This one is pretty good. I'll charge one thousand for it, and this one for one thousand three thousand..." The boss estimated the price.
At this time, one of the mobile phones on the counter suddenly rang.
Yang Jian took a look and saw: Dad.
God knows which classmate's father this is.
"The owner has called me," the boss said with a smile, "I'll be in a lot of trouble if I find him then. I can only collect five hundred for this phone."
After saying that, I planned to turn off my phone.
Yang Jian picked it up and connected it to the passage; "It's not the owner who called, it's my friend's dad."
"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 said.
"Sure enough, Shanshan's mobile phone is on you. I am Wang Shanshan's father, Wang Bin. I have something to ask you. 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 and it's not convenient." Yang Jian said.
Wang Bin said: "It won't take you a lot of time. Where are you? I'll drive to pick you up."
"Uncle Wang, just tell me if you have something to do. I really have something going on here, and I won't be able to 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 in school that day?"
"Didn't Wang Shanshan tell you about the school being haunted?" Yang Jian said.
Is the school haunted?
On the other end of the phone, Wang Bin was stunned for a moment.
Is there such a ridiculous thing these days?
But Wang Bin did not laugh, because he thought of the school lockdown for the past two days and some strange things that happened to his daughter Shanshan, and he felt that there was something unusual about it.
"The school is haunted? Do you high school students still believe this?" he asked with some confusion.
"I didn't believe it before, but now I do." Yang Jian said, "What happened to Wang Shanshan? Did she encounter a ghost again?"
Wang Bin said: "Maybe she is just a little nervous, timid, and frightened. She always feels that something is looking for her and follows her...and Shanshan said you can help her."
"Is there something following her?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and he thought for a moment: "Is it a baby?"
baby?
Wang Bin thought of the palm prints in the bathroom. Aren't they the baby's palm prints?
"You think my house is haunted?"
Wang Bin said: "I am asking you very seriously, and please don't use things like hauntings to deal with me. Shanshan's situation is very bad. You know something and I hope you will tell the truth. Of course, in return, I will also
I won’t owe you anything.”
He is a successful man, how could he believe in the nonsense about being haunted?
Yang Jian pondered.
From Wang Bin's tone and attitude on the phone, we could tell that Wang Shanshan had indeed encountered a ghost.
It's very likely that it's the ghost baby that escaped from the school.
It just doesn't make sense.
Although the ghost baby is not as scary as the old man who knocked on the door, Wang Shanshan is just an ordinary person. If he really encountered it, he would not be alive now.
It’s not like ghosts kill people and they won’t discuss it with you.
"Hey, can you hear me?" Wang Bin asked when Yang Jian didn't speak on the other end of the phone.
Yang Jian came back to his senses and said: "I can solve Wang Shanshan's matter, but it is a very troublesome matter. Last time I saved your daughter for free, she almost couldn't walk out of school alive, but this time I don't plan to be merciful.
I’m not going to help you for free this time, so Uncle Wang... give me a price, how much are you going to pay to help you solve this matter?"
Wang Bin was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and immediately said: "If Shanshan can return to normal, I can give you 20,000 yuan in benefits in private. Of course, if you can't help my daughter, you can
I can’t even get a penny.”
I didn't expect that this student named Yang Jian, an old CD, would know how to collect money to do things.
His tone immediately became very different.
"Twenty thousand? I thought you were going to say two hundred. Twenty thousand is too little. This matter is very dangerous. It is not as simple as you think. If I don't come forward, not only Wang Shanshan, but also your whole family may die. Then
Killing people are merciless." Yang Jian said.
If he wanted to deal with the ghost baby, he would have to use the power of the ghost.
And this will speed up the recovery time of the evil spirit.
In other words, you are risking your life to help.
Sacrificing yourself to light up others is like a candle.
It is necessary for Yang Jian to earn a labor fee.
"How about fifty thousand?" Wang Bin replied.
"It seems that Uncle Wang still understands the market situation of this kind of thing. The starting price for solving a similar incident abroad is at least 5 million US dollars. However, I am a very fair person. For the sake of my classmates, 500,000 US dollars is the starting price."
." Yang Jian said seriously.
"Damn it, five hundred thousand, you are crazy about money, and you still have the nerve to say it for the sake of your classmates." Wang Bin, who has a good temper, couldn't help but get angry when he heard this price.
Yang Jian was not angry and said with a smile: "Uncle Wang, you don't need to be angry. Although five hundred thousand yuan is a bit painful given your family's conditions, it is not impossible to get it. After all, a house in your family is worth at least four million yuan.
Okay, let’s end the phone conversation here. Uncle Wang, please think it through before replying to the letter.
, it’s better to be faster.”
"Because it's too late, either Wang Shanshan is dead, or I am dead. If you want to find someone for help then, it won't be something that can be solved with this little money. Also, don't make this call in the future, call me on another cell phone
, then there is no charge for mobile phone calls.”
After speaking, he told Wang Bin Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning mobile phone number and then hung up the phone directly.
"Friend, if you add up all these mobile phones, I will pay you five thousand yuan." The boss said at this time.
Five thousand?
Yang Jian put down the phone and frowned: "So few? Boss, are you kidding me?"
"These mobile phones of yours are all worthless. For example, this latest fruit phone is fake." The boss said, "If you don't believe me, I will show it to you."
After saying that, I really took the phone apart, and it turned out to be a fake.
Fake?
Fuck this profiteer's bullshit.
Would he know whether Zhang Wei's mobile phone is real or fake?
Yang Jian's face sank: "Boss, you didn't secretly switch the phone while I was on the phone just now, did you?"
"I operate with integrity, how could I do such a thing? Your phone is obviously fake. If you don't want to sell it, just take it back. I won't accept the other phones either."
The boss looked indifferent, but his attitude immediately changed and he waved Yang Jian away.
Yang Jian stood up and grabbed his collar. His bloodshot eyes glowed faintly red and said with a strange indifference: "Do you want to die, you profiteer? If you want to die, just say it and I will help you."
The deceiver has tricked me."
The boss was shocked when he looked at Yang Jian's eyes.
Is this the look a person should have?
Indifferent, without a trace of emotion, there is something horrifyingly weird about it.