"This Wang Chaling has a big heart. He allows other companies to work in the building. Doesn't he know that his existence will involve supernatural events? Once something happens, this building will be in trouble."
Yang Jian entered the office building on this floor and looked around.
I saw a lot of ordinary people working.
Unlike our own Shangtong Building, Dachang City Shangtong Building employs employees to maintain the operation of the company, almost all of them serving Yang Jian. Other than that, it is not open to the outside world, and the number of employees is strictly controlled.
"Make way, make way." Yang Jian walked towards the crowded place.
At this moment, many employees on this floor gave up their work and gathered around the aisle leading to the toilet, wanting to find out what happened.
These people don't know about supernatural events, so they just want to watch the fun.
A supervisor checked the situation, looked very ugly, and stepped back with a bit of horror.
"There's been a fatality, please report it immediately."
When they heard that someone had died, many people became uproar.
"No, I saw him fine just now. Why did something happen? Is it true or not?"
"I must have worked too much overtime and died suddenly. I knew it would happen sooner or later. I had already told my boss not to work overtime every day. I'm fine now."
"I took a sneak peek just now, and I don't think he died suddenly. The way he died was so terrifying."
During the discussion, the supervisor looked ugly and trembled slightly with his cell phone to make a call. He contacted the boss and then reported the case.
But at this moment, a cold, tough body directly pushed through the crowd and walked into this passage.
"Who is it? Don't you have eyes?"
The supervisor was hit and staggered. He lost his cell phone and dropped it to the ground. He was already in a bad mood and immediately turned around and yelled.
"Are you talking to me?" Yang Jian glanced at him slightly.
The supervisor was immediately stunned. He didn't know why all the hairs on his body stood up, and a chill came from the bottom of his heart.
An intuition tells myself.
The person in front of me is very, very dangerous.
Just like a vicious murderer, no, it's more intense than this feeling.
"you......"
The supervisor wanted to say something, but the words got stuck on his lips.
"If nothing happens, stay away. If you die accidentally, don't blame me for not warning you." Yang Jian retracted his gaze, and then looked at the corpse that entered the aisle first.
The corpse fell to the ground in a strange death state. A red wooden bench was placed in front of the corpse, which looked strange and abrupt.
obviously.
This person triggered Li Gui's killing pattern and was killed.
"If you don't die long enough, the time is short, you might be able to steal the memory from the corpse."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and the ghost figure behind him shook, walking towards the corpse like a living person.
Just standing there, the shadow has covered the entire aisle, the nearby light has dimmed a lot, and the surrounding area has become dim.
That shadow?
Some people were surprised when they saw this scene, because according to the angle where Yang Jian was standing, the shadow could only be behind him, not in front, and it couldn't be so long.
Ghost shadows cover and gradually invade the dead body on the ground.
Memories are being stolen by evil spirits.
Yang Jian hasn't tried just stealing the memories of living people from corpses, but according to his inference, it should be useful.
"It is true that he has a memory, but this memory is incomplete and seems incomplete. I hope to be able to find the scene when he was killed."
soon.
Yang Jian felt the memory of the corpse on the ground appear in his mind.
He is reading.
This person's name is Wang Feng, an old employee of this company. His family does not live in Dadong City, he is from out of town...
Yang Jian did not read too much about his identity, but only saw in his memory the scene when he came to Dadong City by train, and the scene when he was born in a remote rural village.
The fragments of memory are intermittent.
"You don't seem to be from our company? Who are you? Get out of here quickly. If you don't leave, I will call the police."
At this time, the supervisor yelled loudly. He felt guilty when facing these two people who felt very dangerous. In addition, there were lives lost, so he wanted to drive Yang Jian and Feng Quan away first to be on the safe side.
"There's no need to report the crime, we've taken over here." Feng Quanqi said hoarsely, and then showed his ID.
"In addition, you'd better arrange for everyone to return to their respective jobs now. No one should run around or move around, otherwise a situation like this will happen again. Before we give the order, no one can
Can’t leave.”
The supervisor took a look, but didn't believe what he said, and said loudly: "Security, security, get these two irrelevant people out of the company quickly..."
Neither of these two people look like they are handling cases, so how could they possibly listen to his nonsense?
But before the supervisor finished speaking, the scene fell silent for a moment.
A cold gun was pressed against the supervisor's forehead.
Feng Quan's tone was filled with murderous intent: "Cooperating with our work will be good for everyone. If you dare to cause trouble, I will kill you right now. Don't doubt our authenticity. There are many things in this world that you don't know."
Cold sweat flowed down from the supervisor's forehead. He seemed to have lost consciousness all over, and could only feel the cold touch on his forehead.
No doubt.
This is definitely a real guy.
If you dare to take out firearms at will in a place with such good security in Dadong City, then the certificate just now is most likely to be authentic.
"I, I understand, I cooperate, I cooperate." The supervisor's face turned slightly pale with fright, and he no longer dared to shout casually, and immediately looked submissive.
"Very good." Feng Quan took back his gun.
He is not really trying to kill ordinary people here, but is trying to shock and scare them.
Explanation is just a waste of time. At this time, we need to use the most direct and fastest method to control the situation.
The reason why Feng Quan did not evacuate these people was because the supernatural had invaded the entire building. If you evacuate randomly, more people would die. The best way is to let them stay where they are.
Ghosts don't just kill people.
The best way to survive most supernatural events is to stay put.
After all, if you are really targeted by a ghost, it is useless for ordinary people to run away.
soon.
The onlookers didn't even dare to comment anymore. They all returned to their offices and sat down in fear, fearing that they would also be warned in this way.
After no one joined in the fun.
The crowded corridor immediately became quiet and spacious.
At this moment, Yang Jian stole the memory of this dead person, and also got the most important part of the memory.
In my memory, this man named Wang Feng suddenly wanted to go to the toilet while working, and then he came here and saw the long red wooden bench that had been placed in the corridor at some time.
Since he didn't know about the supernatural events, he naturally wouldn't be afraid.
Although curious.
But Wang Feng still had to go to the toilet and walked directly there, ignoring the red wooden stool blocking the way.
Wang Feng, who was about to step over the wooden bench, stumbled and sat on the bench for some unknown reason.
Immediately a strange and terrifying scene appeared.
At some point, another person appeared strangely on the empty red wooden bench.
The man's clothes were old, his body was stiff and cold, his eyes were empty, his skinny legs were curled up, hanging on the ground, and he was sitting there in a strange posture, motionless.
The memory suddenly stopped here.
The memory of the dead is incomplete and there are omissions.
Yang Jian recalled again, but only some childhood memories of this man named Wang Feng were left, as well as some things about eating, drinking, and working.
The important information is gone.
But it's enough.
"I see, you can't sit on this stool. There is a ghost on it. Once you sit on it, through the medium of the red wooden stool, humans will have a dangerous contact with the ghost..."
"So, people who sit on this mahogany stool will be attacked by ghosts. How they are killed is unknown."
"But if it's just like this, it shouldn't be dangerous. As long as you don't sit on this red wooden bench, you'll be fine. The threat from ghosts is not great at all."
Yang Jian frowned slightly.
He felt that the danger of this strange red wooden bench was definitely more than that.
Because this red wooden bench appeared in the building, I was not even alert, and the ghost realm where this red wooden bench appeared was affected.
These circumstances all revealed in a subtle way that this was a supernatural incident that looked ordinary but was actually extremely dangerous.
"I don't care whether the threat is big or not. No matter how big the threat is, we must find a way to deal with it, and we can't waste too much time, otherwise the ancient house will get out of control and we don't know what will be implicated, so we should first think about how to deal with this red wooden bench.
The ghost up there.”
Yang Jian started to think.
The ghost on the red wooden bench cannot be dismembered with a hatchet, because the ghost's feet in memory left the ground and sat on the wooden bench without leaving any mark.
Secondly.
Ghosts are invisible, only people sitting on the wooden bench can see them.
In other words, if you want to fight, the ghost controller will have to sit on the wooden stool and bear the risk of being attacked by ghosts.
"Feng Quan, don't let anyone interfere with me. If there is a situation, you can handle it yourself. I'm going to deal with this ghost thing." Yang Jian said.
Feng Quan nodded and said: "I understand, just leave it to me."
Yang Jian ignored the corpse on the ground and came to the red wooden bench.
After thinking and pondering for a while, he slowly sat up and took the initiative to get closer to the ghost above.
This is also the boldness of a skilled artist.
If Yang Jian hadn't become an alien, he would never have dared to be so reckless.
As soon as he sat down, Yang Jian's expression changed.
An indescribable strange feeling came over me. This kind of feeling cannot be read by memory. Only those who are immersed in it can taste it.
The body is gradually losing control.
No.
Rather than saying that he lost control, it would be better to say that his lower body was rapidly losing consciousness.
Not only Yang Jian's body, but also the ghost shadow was frozen at this moment.
"Have all the ghosts been suppressed? The ghost on the red wooden bench is really scary." Yang Jian did not panic and remained calm.
coming.
soon.
Opposite his wooden bench, a terrifying figure suddenly appeared.
The evil ghost who closed the wooden bench appeared.