By stealing the remaining memories of a dead man, Yang Jian roughly understood the horror of the red wooden bench that appeared in the building.
At this moment, he took the initiative to sit on the red wooden bench and approached the evil ghost on the red wooden bench through some kind of medium.
The ghost on the red wooden bench actually does not exist. At least ordinary people cannot see it, and Yang Jian's ghost eyes cannot see it. It is a terrifying thing that cannot appear in the real world and can only be seen through this red wooden bench.
Only by connecting can the ghost appear.
But the moment the ghost appears.
Yang Jian already felt that something was wrong.
He immediately lost consciousness in his lower body, and was pinned to the wooden bench like a piece of wood, unable to break free or even move.
This kind of suppression does not target the living body, but also applies to ghosts in the body.
The ghost cannot move.
"This feeling is like being nailed by a coffin nail, but after the coffin nail nailed the ghost, it was fully suppressed, and this only suppressed half of my body." Yang Jian, who was sitting on the red wooden stool, was holding back at this moment.
I couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Although the body cannot break free, the upper body can still move.
Things are not particularly bad.
But now is not the time to worry about such things.
Instead, the ghost on the wooden bench was sitting next to Yang Jian.
The terrifying ghost figure was almost sitting next to Yang Jian. His whole body was terrifyingly cold, without any warmth of a living person. The old clothes gave people a retro flavor, but if this kind of clothes was worn by a person,
It's fine on the body, but it looks particularly weird when worn on a ghost.
The most incredible thing is that the ghost's legs are curled up, not touching the ground, as if they are glued together with the red wooden stool, making them skinny and stiff.
Yang Jian observed this terrifying ghost at close range.
The ghost sat motionless on the red wooden bench, like a corpse that had been placed here for a long time, motionless and lifeless.
But this stalemate did not last long.
Maybe the person sitting on this red wooden stool attracted the ghost's attention, or maybe it triggered the ghost's killing pattern.
The ghost on the wooden bench moved at this time.
Ghost, slowly turned around and looked at Yang Jian.
What kind of face is that?
It's blurry, like it's covered with a layer of shadow. The only thing that can be seen is a pair of eyes with only black outlines. The combination of the blurred facial features and the black eye sockets makes people's hair stand on end at just the first glance.
Creepy.
Faced with this situation, the human instinct is to struggle to stand up and flee in terror.
But it can't be done.
Even if the ghost has its sights on you, you can't break free even if it's sitting on the same wooden bench with you.
Yang Jian's lower body was still unconscious and he couldn't even stand up, let alone escape.
"This ghost is going to attack me."
Suddenly.
An instinctive warning, sensing that a terrifying danger was coming.
Even now Yang Jian can still feel the frightening feeling of being targeted by a fierce ghost.
This feeling is correct.
Sitting on the red wooden bench, the terrifying ghost with a blurred face and empty eyes stared at Yang Jian for a few seconds before moving again.
The ghost's withered palms that were pressed on the wooden bench slowly lifted up.
"Do it."
But at this moment, Yang Jian moved faster. The cracked golden spear he was holding tightly in his hand stabbed out violently. The tail of the spear was embedded with a coffin nail.
He wanted to use this coffin nail to nail the ghost in front of him.
It only takes one moment to completely solve the supernatural incident in front of you.
"boom!"
But the next moment.
There was a loud noise.
Yang Jian's coffin nail passed directly through Li Gui's body on the wooden bench and was nailed directly to the wall of the aisle next to him.
The tiles on the wall were shattered, leaving a hole.
But the ghost is still sitting there.
The nail in the coffin could not hit the ghost in front of him, but was penetrated directly like air, so this sudden suppression ended in failure.
Immediately afterwards.
Yang Jian felt that the back of his hand had been touched by the ghost on the wooden bench, and he only felt the cold breath eroding into his skin.
Before he could react, the red wooden stool under his butt suddenly broke with a click.
The strange red wooden stool seemed to have broken down and fell apart, turning into a pile of old wood on the ground.
"Plop!"
This sudden change caused Yang Jian to fall directly to the ground.
At the same time, the suppression on the red wooden bench failed.
Yang Jian's lower body regained consciousness and became active again.
"What's going on? Is it successful?" Feng Quan was standing guard at the intersection. When he saw this scene, he asked immediately.
Yang Jian's face was gloomy. He stood up, looked at the broken wooden bench on the ground with some confusion, and then said: "I don't know, the ghost appeared after I was sitting on the wooden bench, and then the ghost attacked me.
, I tried to suppress it, but failed, but I don’t understand why this red wooden bench suddenly broke.”
"It seems that after the ghost attacked me, the wooden bench also broke."
"Yang Jian, your nose..." Feng Quan suddenly said.
nose?
Yang Jian touched his nose, and thick blood flowed from his nose. The blood was no longer fresh and felt a little coagulated, like the blood flowing from a corpse.
His expression moved slightly.
Rolled up his sleeves.
Yang Jian saw the corpse spots on his arms and the strange bruise color. He touched his chest at the same time. His heart was cold and his heartbeat had stopped long ago.
"It seems that I am dead and have no vital signs. I should have been killed by the ghost just now."
Feng Quan was stunned for a moment, then said: "Can ghosts erase the lives of living people? Because we ghost controllers are special, we were not killed."
"Maybe, the contact just now was too brief, and the information I got is very limited." Yang Jian said, checking his body at the same time.
From sitting down until the red stool shattered and fell to the ground, the whole process didn't even take a minute.
But just this minute made Yang Jian's body feel as if he had been dead for ten days.
All signs of life have disappeared.
If Yang Jian wasn't an alien now, he would have been killed by the ghost on the wooden bench.
"But the ghost seems to have paid some price in order to kill me. This broken wooden bench should be the result of supernatural and supernatural impulses. After all, if you want to kill me, you have to fight the ghost in my body, but no matter what
, the ghost on this wooden bench seems to be more sinister."
Yang Jian's life is not strong enough to withstand this ghost's attack.
But although his body died, his consciousness was not erased, so the impact was not very great.
"follow me."
Yang Jian didn't say much. He quickly left the aisle and came to the office area outside.
now.
Dozens of employees on this floor are sitting at their desks, not daring to move or walk around. The situation is well controlled.
Yang Jian looked around.
Finally, his eyes rested on the door.
Behind the glass door at the entrance.
A strange long red wooden bench still stood there motionless.
In the dim environment, the red paint on it looked particularly eye-catching, as if it was glowing slightly with red light.
"Sure enough, the ghost is still there. The red wooden bench is just a medium. The real ghost is the source. If the source is not restricted, this kind of medium created by supernatural power will always exist and cannot be eliminated."
"We still don't know how widespread this red wooden bench is. If it's only in this building, it would be easier to handle, but if it has spread outside, then the situation will be complicated."
"So I still have to find a way for me to get in touch with the real ghost."
Yang Jian was thinking.
This is a very special supernatural event.
The ghost appears through the red wooden stool, which means that humans and ghosts need the red wooden stool as a medium to connect together.
There is no way for other things that do not come into contact with the medium to contact ghosts.
This situation reminded Yang Jian of the ghostly dreams he had encountered in his hometown.
The ghost in the dream invades reality through the medium of rain.
So ghosts in dreams can kill wet people. It just so happens that people who have nightmares will break out in a cold sweat, so this is also in line with the rules of the medium.
Hence the phenomenon of people dying in nightmares.
"Whether it is a coffin nail or a hatchet, there is no way to use the red wooden stool as a medium to contact the ghost at the source." Yang Jian understood why his supernatural items were useless.
"If you want to contact the ghost on the wooden bench, it can only be a human...or other ghost."
"It seems that this supernatural incident is not so easy to solve."
After thinking about it again, Yang Jian began to feel the difficulty of this matter.
Because after the ghost controller triggers the medium, he cannot withstand the attack of the ghost. If you cannot withstand the attack, then sitting on the red stool is seeking death.
Yang Jian has tried it himself, and the horror level of this ghost is very high.
"Is this troublesome?"
Feng Quan glanced at the red wooden bench not far away and asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to put it down first? Although the danger of this thing is there, it doesn't seem to be high. As long as you don't sit on it, you should be fine.
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"The ghost is very hidden and very dangerous. It's really troublesome. Let's create a file first, codename: Red Stool." Yang Jian's eyes moved, and there was a special plan in his mind that might work.
"Okay." Feng Quan nodded.
But at this moment, the company manager on this floor came over cautiously and said: "Two brothers, it's time to get off work in our company. If nothing happens, can we people get off work and leave first?"
I looked at the time.
It's indeed a bit late now.
Yang Jian glanced at him.
The supervisor was startled and quickly changed his words: "Of course, I am very willing to cooperate with you two. If you need to work overtime, we are also very willing."
"Leave tomorrow morning. You'd better stay here tonight." Yang Jian said coldly: "I will only say this once. If you die by then, don't blame me for not reminding you."
It's not that I won't let these people go, but there are a lot of things going on tonight.
And the supernatural has invaded this building.
A group of ordinary people want to leave work normally?
Even if Yang Jian agrees, the ghosts here will not agree.
"And you'd better stay away from the red wooden bench. As for the body, someone will naturally take care of it tomorrow." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he turned and left.
The supervisor was a little stunned when he saw this scene.
Does this look like someone handling a case?
Why haven't I done anything, and my behavior and speech are weird.
Doubtful, puzzled.
But he didn't dare to ask more questions. After all, both of them had guns and IDs.