This seems to be the only room with lights on in the entire blocked area, but the lights in this room cannot be seen outside. When looking at this floor from the outside, it is still the same as other floors, without any
The change.
It was only after Yang Jian forced the door open that the light in the room came out.
But at this moment.
The door to Room 301 was closed again, and the floor returned to its previous appearance, blackened by thick smoke.
Yang Jian is now standing in the living room of Room 301.
Overhead is a dim, depressing light.
The living room is not big, and although the old decoration style gives people a feeling of the previous era, the place is very clean and tidy, as if someone lives in it.
Yang Jian touched the old wooden table next to him.
It's spotless and very clean.
"This kind of cleanliness is a bit abnormal. Even if it is taken care of by someone, it cannot be so clean. It looks like it has been maintained for a certain period of time. Could it be said that this room is also a ghostland?"
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.
A ghost realm within a ghost realm is not impossible.
Later.
His eyes fell on several items on the wooden table.
The patterns on a few bowls and plates were somewhat familiar, as if they had been seen somewhere.
correct.
Yang Jian remembered the bowl of fried rice with eggs when he made a deal with Ghost Cabinet.
The plate has the same pattern as this one. I had Jiang Yan investigate it before, and the information I got was that it was porcelain from the Republic of China period. It was not considered an antique, but it was just a bit old.
"It's this kind of information involvement again. Could it be that this house is connected to the haunted closet?"
Yang Jian frowned.
Looking at the mottled paint on the tabletop, which is also red, the style does look like a ghost closet.
If there is really something involved, then the ghost closet, room 301, and the ghost post office are all related to each other... These supernatural beings seem to be connected together by an invisible thread, but this
There is a potential connection that only those who have experienced it will notice.
After all, Yang Jian's experience among ghost masters can be said to be very rich.
"What's in that vegetable basket?"
Suddenly.
Yang Jian also saw an old rattan vegetable basket placed in a corner of the wooden table. This vegetable basket could be seen everywhere in the countryside in the past, but this vegetable basket was well preserved and the handle was smooth and shiny, as if it was
A layer of patina developed from long-term use.
But the basket was covered with a piece of blue floral cloth, and there seemed to be something inside.
He hesitated.
But curiosity seems to have prevailed.
Finally, he reached out his hand and lifted a small corner of the floral cloth.
Is that a baby?
No.
No, it was a baby doll. Yang Jian could clearly see that the doll's arms had joints, and it was not a living person's body.
This doll has no clothes and is lying naked in the basket with its eyes closed, as if it is sleeping.
However, the body of this doll is green and purple, a bit like the ghost baby incident that I experienced before, but this baby doll feels weirder than the ghost baby I encountered before. It looks like
I'm sleeping, but it seems like I'm about to open my eyes and wake up at any moment.
"This is a supernatural item."
Yang Jian's heart trembled, and he made a judgment and guess.
In fact, the harm of supernatural objects is not as bad as that of ghosts, and may even be more terrifying to some extent than a supernatural event, such as the ghost painting incident.
The ghost painting itself is a supernatural object, but it was only when it got out of control that the ghost painting incident occurred.
"Don't touch it yet."
With his curiosity satisfied, Yang Jian did not dare to continue to seek death. He covered the flower cloth back again without testing the use of the doll lying in the vegetable basket.
I have no intention of taking it away and keeping it as my own.
Mysterious and unknown supernatural items can be a fatal threat once out of control.
Yang Jian's attention left the table and he looked elsewhere.
That's a painting hanging on the wall.
It's an oil painting.
The person in the oil painting is a handsome man from the Republic of China period. He is wearing a uniform and looks like a young warlord or an aristocratic son. He is very elegant.
"It's just an ordinary painting, nothing unusual."
Yang Jian observed for a while and finally withdrew his gaze.
He just guessed that the person in the painting should be related to the owner of the room, or to commemorate and pay tribute to an important person in the past, so he hung the oil painting of the person in his home. This can probably prove that the painting
The man in the car must be dead.
Strictly speaking.
This is a portrait.
Weird doll.
Oil painting portrait.
Continue to go deeper into room 301.
Yang Jian observed very carefully, so he walked slowly and cautiously, for fear of touching some taboo, encountering some terrible attack, and finally falling here in confusion.
There are two rooms inside.
One left and one right.
It should be two bedrooms.
The doors to both bedrooms are closed, so nothing can be seen outside.
He hesitated for a moment, then chose the door on the right and opened it.
Crunch!
The old wooden door makes a sound.
The inside of the room also exudes yellowish dim light, as if the light here has always been there and does not seem to be extinguished.
Yang Jian immediately walked inside, he wanted to find out what happened.
As soon as you enter the room.
His expression changed.
What did he see?
There was a workbench with many broken pieces of cloth, some weird hair, some old needlework, and even an unfinished rag doll. The appearance of the rag doll made Yang Jian feel very familiar. Since it was with
The substitute baby he gave to Li Yang before was exactly the same.
No.
It cannot be said that they are exactly the same, but the scapegoat dolls are all similar, with weird wiring and unreasonable looks, all in this style.
"Could it be that the scapegoat dolls were sewn here?"
Yang Jian felt an inexplicable shock.
He always thought that the scapegoat doll was a supernatural item that came out of the laboratory, but he had also doubted before that the possibility of the scapegoat doll being artificially produced was low. After all, if it was really artificially produced, why would it look like that? Moreover, every scapegoat doll
The shape is a little different.
Some have long and short legs, some have crooked heads, and some have long and short hands.
He had suspected that the scapegoat doll might have been made by a ghost, but he also rejected this conjecture because how could a ghost have the thought to sew a scapegoat.
"Who is the owner of Room 301? Is the scapegoat really from here?"
Yang Jian looked at this simple work table, his expression changing uncertainly, and the more he thought about it, the more urgent he became to know the answer.
at last.
Taking a deep breath, I could only bury this curiosity in my heart for the time being.
But Yang Jian can confirm it.
There are still things that the headquarters is hiding from him.
No, it should be hidden from all captains.
Continue to look at other places.
In addition to what is suspected to be a workbench for sewing scapegoat dolls, there is also a puppet with a female figure standing next to it. This puppet has no face, and it is only judged by the curves of its figure that it is a female puppet.
The puppet has no clothes on.
But Yang Jian felt that this puppet should have a piece of clothing on it.
A piece of clothing that fits the figure of this female puppet very well, such as... a cheongsam.
But the clothes are gone.
I don't know if it was taken away or lost.
Yang Jian's eyes stayed on the puppet for a while, and finally shifted his attention to other places.
Then, he actually saw a altar in this room.
Yes.
Yes, this was something that was set up by superstitious people in the past, but it was empty inside, with nothing enshrined, and no statues of gods were seen nearby. I wonder if the statues of gods fell down and broke in the past.
Look elsewhere.
Yang Jian saw a small drawing board and a small red painted wooden stool in front of the drawing board.
Apparently this is a place to draw.
There is still a painting left on the drawing board.
It was a character sketch, but the person in the painting only had half a face, and the style was depressing and distorted. It was as if he was drawing a ghost. Staring at the sketch for more than a few seconds made people feel uncomfortable.
"It is not difficult to judge from these things that the owner of Room 301 was probably a woman in the past. She liked sewing dolls, painting, and... worshiping gods, but there is no statue of the gods. This means worshiping
It’s just a kind of sustenance, the owner here doesn’t believe in God.”
"But underneath these hobbies there is a weird feeling that is incomprehensible."
Yang Jian was thinking about this, and a guess seemed to gradually form in his mind.
The owner of Room 301 is suspected to be a figure left over from the Republic of China period.
It's the same as Mr. Qin and the ghost knocking on the door.
He is a survivor of the supernatural events of the past era.
"Suppose my guess is correct, then the purpose of this letter is to send it to an old figure from the Republic of China? So what is involved in it? Why does the ghost post office have an address that appears repeatedly? It must be a messenger
Sending this letter? Is this related to some secrets in the ghost post office?"
Yang Jian reasoned.
But lacking crucial confidence, what he could guess was limited.
Don't dare touch anything in this room.
He turned around and left here, but went to the door on the left to take a look.
But at this time, he was probably sure that there was currently no one in Room 301.
No wonder the ghost post office only requires itself to deliver the letter, not the owner of Room 301.
"Yang Jian, what's going on here? Is there any danger?" As soon as he walked out, Li Yi asked in a suppressed voice.
He, Yang Xiaohua and Liu Qingqing were standing in the living room, not daring to move around or mess around.
"I don't know. I need to take another look. This room is very weird. Although there is no danger for the time being, this is exactly what worries me the most, because there are many things here that are not quite right... Wait, are you?
Who moved anything on the table?"
Yang Jian was not surprised by their appearance. After saying something, he was ready to investigate the room on the left.
But then his eyes froze, staring at the vegetable basket on the wooden table just now.
The floral cloth covering the vegetable basket has been lifted at this moment, and the doll baby inside has disappeared.
"We didn't move anything. We just stood here..." After Li Yi finished speaking, he immediately closed his mouth.
He was also a smart man. He immediately followed Yang Jian's gaze and looked at the food basket, and an inexplicable chill surged from his heart.
"What was in there just now?"
"A naked doll, the kind that costs 20 yuan a piece on the street stalls, but the one in the vegetable basket is a bit special." Yang Jian quickly glanced at other places.
He believed that Li Yi and others did not touch that thing.
And now the flower cloth has been unveiled again.
The only possibility is that the doll inside the floral cloth moved on its own.
"Where is it? Where is that ghost thing?" Yang Jian was looking for it.
But the room was not big, and there were no blind spots, but he quickly scanned the room and found nothing.
Did he run away?
No, neither.
The door outside is closed, so the doll can't escape.
Or is that thing on someone's body?
After Yang Jian realized this, he immediately walked towards the three of them, trying to determine the situation. He must not let the ghost disappear, otherwise God knows what terrible things will happen later.
"Don't cause a supernatural incident. There are too many weird things here, which may cause a chain reaction."
He prayed inwardly, thinking of the female puppet, the distorted portrait, and the empty god's throne.