When the middle-aged uncle said that Yang Jian often came here to buy roasted gluten, Lin Qian naturally didn't believe it. If this guy had money and didn't go online, how could he buy roasted gluten?
If it were Zhang Wei, he would believe it.
"Is that so? This means that uncle, your roasted gluten is still delicious."
Lin Qian didn't try to expose his lies. He told people what they said and what they told ghosts. If he was too honest, he would lose business.
"Of course, my grilled gluten is the best in the neighborhood." The middle-aged uncle laughed; "The ten skewers of grilled gluten are ready. I'll add more spiciness for you."
"Well, thank you."
Lin Qian looked at the ten skewers of grilled gluten placed in front of him. They tasted very good and looked very good. They looked delicious.
I picked up a bunch and put it in my mouth. Well, it tasted exactly like what I had eaten before.
Looking at the No. 7 Middle School with the sound of books in the distance, the No. 7 Middle School at this moment has not experienced the ghost knocking incident.
But judging from the time, it will be soon.
"Go and see the young Yang Jian. Yang Jian still has humanity now, and in this world without me, he will not be affected by the Cunning Bride."
Lin Qian wanted to see if Yang Jian in this world would find a way to deal with a horrific supernatural event or run away.
He is very interested in this.
Yang Jian in his world was severely affected by him and the Cunning Bride. Not all of his humanity had disappeared, but there were signs of recovery.
There's something wrong, at least in the world of mysterious resurgence.
Just do it.
"Boss, here's the money for baking gluten. See if it's enough."
Lin Qian took out twenty yuan and put it on the table, then picked up the remaining uneaten roasted gluten and stood up. According to memory, the roasted gluten was two yuan a bunch.
Twenty yuan for ten strings is just right.
"That's enough, that's enough."
The middle-aged uncle accepted the brand new twenty yuan note with a smile on his face.
Lin Qian smiled and said nothing, turned around and walked towards No. 7 Middle School.
The streets are bustling with people, and everything is beautiful under the sunset.
This is the beginning of a story.
A story that begins in No. 7.
"Hello, classmates, my name is Zhou Zheng, and I am an Interpol police officer. I am very happy to be alive and standing here today to give lectures to you."
Ghost~!
"Someone has said that the end of science is theology. This is absolutely true. Students, you have to believe in some things now. In recent years, there has been an explosion of supernatural incidents in various countries. It is no longer just one or two incidents.
The problem is gradually evolving into a global catastrophe. If this situation is not effectively controlled, the entire world may not have a future in the future."
A hoarse voice sounded in the classroom. This somewhat feudal and superstitious speech made the students in the classroom feel confused, including Yang Jian of course.
"Is Zhou Zheng?"
Lin Qian stood by the window outside the classroom, quietly looking at Zhou Zheng on the podium, or perhaps looking at the ghost in Zhou Zheng's belly, the little starving ghost.
"Since ghosts cannot be killed and have extraordinary abilities, combining these two situations, we can ask a question: How can ordinary people survive if they are targeted by ghosts? This is the key point. I hope you will remember it.
, forever, preferably a lifetime.”
Insight into the laws of ghosts.
"Everything has its own rules, and ghosts are no exception. According to research data, every ghost has an almost fixed way of killing and acting. It's like a computer program. You press the power button to turn the computer on.
Run, you click the mouse to open the software, overcome fear, discern the laws of ghosts, and find flaws. This is the only chance for ordinary people to survive when targeted by ghosts."
"Remember, if you are approached by a ghost, you have no other way to survive except this method. Don't take chances. The horror of this thing is beyond your imagination."
Looking at the chalk words written by Zhou Zheng on the blackboard, Lin Qian looked back at the corridor behind him and saw that something was coming.
It was a very familiar supernatural thing, he had eaten it before.
Ghosts cannot be killed.
The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts.
Insight into the laws of ghosts.
These three sentences written on the blackboard started an era.
Lin Qian turned around and leaned against the window, lighting a cigarette. He didn't know what kind of person could write such a desperate novel setting.
How great would it be if the author originally wrote that ghosts can be killed?
Looking at the corridor that was beginning to become dilapidated and mottled, Lin Qian exhaled a puff of smoke, and the old man at the beginning of the story slowly walked out of the darkness.
Those empty eyes and face covered with corpse spots were the beginning of fear.
The lights in the classroom began to flicker, and Zhou Zheng's expression suddenly became extremely alert.
"Yang Jian, why are you standing up? Sit down quickly and don't disturb the class discipline."
The teacher's voice rang out in the classroom. Lin Qian looked back and found Yang Jian standing on his seat staring out the window.
Lin Qian glanced at the knocker walking past him, and gently exhaled smoke on its face. It knew nothing about it.
"Yang Jian, why don't you sit down? Didn't you hear what I said? How dare you make trouble during the safety lecture?"
"Ah~!"
"It smells so bad, Su Lei, why is there a lump of Xiang on your table?"
"Impossible, how could a ghost realm appear in the school at this time?"
"Fang Jing, what's your name?"
There were voices in the classroom one after another, from the teacher, from classmates, and of course from Zhou Zheng.
Lin Qian shook his head. He didn't care about this. He looked at the panicked Yang Jian and felt a little hopeful.
"It will take a while, I will go see the Lord of Ghost Eyes first."
Lin Qian briefly estimated the time and thought it would be enough.
After all, it took some time for them to escape, and Yang Jian had to be pushed to death.
Thinking of this, Lin Qian patted the old man standing at the door of the classroom: "Do a good job, your golden coffin will be indispensable in the future."
After encouraging Grandpa Qian Wanhao, Lin Qian walked straight downstairs, and not long after he left, the back door of the classroom was pushed open.
A middle-aged man walked out of it. Lin Qian looked back and already knew who this person was. It was Teacher Wang.
well……
Poor Teacher Wang just received his lunch box. Looking at Teacher Wang disappearing into the darkness, Lin Qian silently mourned for him for a second.
Once upon a time, he was also a good and conscientious teacher, but one day, he met Qian Wanhao's grandfather.
Rotten walls, cracked floors, and...
Boom, boom boom...
"Ah! Someone is dead!"
Boom...
There was the sound of the floor breaking, and the sound of flesh being penetrated by steel bars.
This was followed by noisy shouts and panicked footsteps.
"Impossible, can you still move after being restricted by me?"
"Let's go, let's go quickly. Get out of here before the ghost realm appears. I'll stay here to hold this thing back."
As Zhou Zheng roared.
Lin Qian smiled and disappeared into the darkness.
Hongfa Temple.
In the darkness, there is a tree, a pale tree that looks like a tree grown from bones.
Hanging on the tree were tattered human skins, dirty and smelly cloth strips, mummy heads, and weird paper flags.
And a shadow, a shadow with the same outline as a human being, as if it were condensed from darkness.
This tall black figure was motionless, hanging upside down on the tree, with its head facing the ground.
Looking carefully, I found that there was an iron nail as thick as an adult's arm nailed on the chest of this black figure. No, to be precise, it should be a coffin nail commonly used by the people. The coffin nail had been nailed to the tree for who knows how many years, and it was stained with rust.
, as if about to break.
Tick, tick~!
Dark, thick blood flowed from the shadows.
Lin Qian looked at the Lord of Ghost Eyes nailed to the bone tree. He looked at it up and down. This was the first time Lin Qian saw the mysterious Lord of Ghost Eyes.
Lin Qian glanced at the edge of darkness, where there was an eyeball flashing with a strange red light, and the blood and supernatural emanation from it was very impressive.
"There is no deviated world. This ghost is just more terrifying than me before."
Lin Qian walked around the Bone Tree, the supernatural being was suppressed, but Lin Qian could feel that it could leave at any time, and this rusty coffin nail could not nail it.
"It's such a mysterious existence. I actually can't figure out what your killing patterns are. It's interesting."
Lin Qian looked at the flying soul flags. The pale white bone tree was very evil. This tree, including but not limited to everything on it, was a fierce ghost.
Bone trees are evil ghosts, mummified human heads are evil ghosts, paper flags are evil ghosts, tattered human skins are evil ghosts, even the most inconspicuous piece of cloth is evil ghost.
"There is still something missing. There are only shadows and no bodies. Are you waiting for Yang Jian in the future?"
Thinking of the human skin paper that appeared near Yang Jian, Lin Qian had some guesses.
"Yang Jian's life seems to have been arranged."
Lin Qian suddenly had such an idea in his mind. If he thought about it carefully, the probability was very high. A lot of things could be seen from that piece of cowardly human skin paper.
Although he was obviously afraid of being left in the ghost of the knocker, he didn't tell Fang Jing that the knocker would come to school today. This was very wrong.
Lin Qian wouldn't believe it if there was no one behind it.
Step, step, step...
Rapid footsteps sounded from the darkness in the distance. Lin Qian looked back and saw a student in school uniform with a panic face and a mobile phone running towards this side quickly.
"Yang Jian is here."
Lin Qian put his hands in his pockets and looked at Yang Jian, who was running for his life. Behind him, an old man was following slowly.
It's a knocker.
"There's nothing to see anymore. Let's go see Zhou Zheng and see if we can get anything out of his mouth."
Lin Qian turned around and stared at the figure hanging upside down on the Bone Tree, with a smile on his lips. He turned around and disappeared into the darkness without saying anything.
What happened next was very simple. Yang Jian saw what the red light was, and then he was parasitized by the ghost eye, and finally became a ghost controller. This plot was very familiar to Lin Qian.
"Who are you? How did you get out of the classroom?"
A pale, skinny man wearing a trench coat sat in the corridor, his bloodshot eyes looking at Lin Qian who was walking out of the classroom with some vigilance.
"Do you feel a little familiar with the supernatural power in me?"
Lin Qian leaned against the classroom door, smiling and looking at Zhou Zheng, who was about to revive.
"familiar?"
Zhou Zheng felt the traces of supernatural power released by Lin Qian, and his pupils suddenly narrowed: "Ghost baby... No, this is impossible, there are no two identical ghosts in this world..."
"The answer is half correct, but this is not a ghost baby, this is a starving ghost."
Lin Qian calmly lit a cigarette, very leisurely.
"Are you also an Interpol? Are you sent by the headquarters for support?" Zhou Zheng stared at Lin Qian, with more than just vigilance in his eyes.
"You want to know my identity?"
Lin Qian smiled: "Well, you tell me why you are here to promote supernatural recovery, and I will tell you my identity. You should know that at this time, the headquarters does not allow Interpol to inform ordinary people about the existence of ghosts, let alone
Don’t ask me to come to school to promote it.”
"Did someone ask you to come here, or was there some other reason that led you to come here to promote?"
"Tell me, I've been interested in this for a long time."
Lin Qian pushed up his glasses, and the blood-red pupils flashed in Zhou Zheng's eyes.
Hearing this question, Zhou Zheng was somewhat silent. After a long while, he said: "You know the headquarters and the headquarters' policies. This is enough to prove that you are an Interpol."
"I can answer your question, but you must ensure that the students here can survive."
Zhou Zheng stared at Lin Qian, his expression a little distorted by the physical pain, but even so, he was still worried about the safety of the students here.
Looking at Zhou Zheng's squirming abdomen, Lin Qian was a little silent. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "Don't worry, he will survive."
Hearing this, Zhou Zheng nodded, seemingly relieved: "Actually, this publicity was created by me. My idea is very simple. I just want them to know how to survive from the evil ghosts, and
There was no other idea and no one else asked me to come."
"That's just the way it is, there's no planning involved."
"Is that so? Then it's really a matter of calculation without thinking. Mr. Qin is really awesome." Lin Qian thought in his heart.
"Okay, I understand, thank you for your cooperation, then I won't disturb your last minute."
Lin Qian put out the cigarette butt, threw it into the darkness, and then walked downstairs under Zhou Zheng's gaze. He wanted to see if there was anything different about the human skin paper.
"We must let those children live! We must!"
Zhou Zheng looked at Lin Qian, his eyes full of expectation.
Upon hearing this, Lin Qian waved his hand and disappeared into the darkness without turning around to say any words of comfort.
Of course there will be people who will survive, but not that many.