Mysterious Recovery

"This Wang Chaling has a big heart, and other companies are allowed to settle in the building. Don't you know that his existence will involve spiritual events? If something happens, this building will be followed by bad luck."

Yang Jian entered the office building on this floor, and he looked around.

I saw a lot of ordinary people in the office.

Unlike its own Shangtong Building, Dachang Shangtong Building hired employees to maintain the operation of the company, almost all for the service of Yang Jian. Other than that, it is not open to the outside world and the number of people is very strict.

"Let's give in, let's give in." Yang Jian walked toward the crowded place.

At this moment, many employees on this floor have given up their work and surrounded the aisle leading to the toilet, wanting to find out what happened.

These people don't know about the supernatural events, so they all have the idea of ​​watching the excitement.

A supervisor checked the situation, his face was very ugly, and he returned with a bit of horror.

"It's been killed, report the crime as soon as possible."

Many people were in an uproar when they heard that someone had died.

"No, I saw that he was fine just now, why something happened? Is it true or not?"

"It must be too much overtime. I died suddenly. I knew it would happen sooner or later. I had reacted to the boss a long time ago. Don't work overtime every day. It's all right now."

"I just took a sneak peek, I don't think it's like sudden death, it looks terrifying."

During the discussion, the supervisor slightly trembling with an ugly face, holding his mobile phone to make a call, he contacted the boss, and then reported the case.

But at this moment, a cold, tough body slammed into the crowd and walked into this passage.

"Who, don't you have eyes?"

The supervisor was hit and staggered. The phone fell to the ground without holding the phone. He turned around and yelled when he was in a bad mood.

"Are you talking to me?" Yang Jian glanced sideways at him slightly.

The supervisor was stunned immediately. He didn't know why the hairs all over his body stood up, and a chill came from the bottom of his heart.

An instinct tells myself.

The person in front of him is very, very dangerous.

Like a vicious murderer, no, it feels stronger than this.

"you......"

The supervisor wanted to say something, but the words got stuck again.

"If there is nothing to do, stay away. Don't blame me for not reminding you if you accidentally die." Yang Jian retracted his gaze, and then looked at the corpse that had entered the aisle first.

The corpse fell to the ground in a strange state of death, and a red wooden bench was placed in front of the corpse, which looked strange and abrupt.

obviously.

This person triggered Li Gui's law of killing and was killed.

"It's not long enough to die, it's a short time, maybe you can still steal the memory from the corpse."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and the ghost 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 surroundings have become dim.

That shadow?

Someone was surprised to see this scene, because according to the angle Yang Jian was standing at, the shadow could only be behind him, not in front, and it was even more impossible to stretch it so long.

The ghost is covered, gradually invading the dead body on the ground.

The memory is being stolen by the ghost.

It's just that Yang Jian hasn't tried to steal the memory of living people from the corpse, but according to his inference, it should be useful.

"There is indeed a memory, but this memory is incomplete and seems to be incomplete. I hope to find the scene when he was killed."

soon.

Yang Jian felt the memory of this corpse on the ground appear in his mind.

He is reading.

This person is called Wang Feng. He is an old employee of this company. His family does not live in Dadong City. He is a person from other places...

Yang Jian didn't read too much of his identity. He just looked at his house in his memory when he came to Dadong City in a motor car, and when he was born in a remote rural area.

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 you a report."

At this time, the supervisor yelled loudly. He felt guilty in the face of these two people who felt very dangerous, and because of the death, he wanted to drive away Yang Jian and Feng Quan first for the sake of safety.

"There is no need to report the crime, here we are taking over." Feng Quanqi was dull and hoarse, and then showed his credentials.

"In addition, you'd better arrange for everyone to return to their jobs now. No one should run around or move around. Otherwise, deaths like this will happen again. Before we give orders, everyone Can't leave."

The supervisor took a look, but didn't believe what he said, and said loudly: "Security guard, security guard, quickly kick these two irrelevant people out of the company..."

It seems that these two people do not look like they are dealing with the case, so how can they listen to his nonsense.

But before the supervisor had finished speaking, the scene suddenly fell silent.

A cold gun was placed on the head of the supervisor.

Feng Quan's tone was a bit killing intent: "Cooperate with our work, it will be good to everyone, if you dare to make trouble, I will kill you now. Don't doubt our authenticity. There are many things in this world that you don't know."

Cold sweat flowed from the supervisor's forehead, and he seemed to lose consciousness all over his body, and he could only feel the cold touch on his forehead.

No doubt.

This is definitely a real guy.

If you dare to take out guns at will in such a good place of Dadong City, then the certificate just now is very true.

"I, I understand, I cooperate, I cooperate." The supervisor's face paled in fright, and he no longer dared to yell casually, and immediately acted only as if he was a promise.

"Very good." Feng Quan retracted the gun.

He is not really going to kill ordinary people here, but to frighten them and scare them.

Explaining is just a waste of time. At this time, it is necessary to control the scene in the most direct and fastest way.

The reason Feng Quan didn't evacuate these people was because spirits had already invaded the entire building. If the random evacuation could not kill more people, the best way is to let them stay where they are.

Ghosts will not kill people casually.

The best way to survive most of the supernatural events is often to stay still.

After all, if you are really targeted by a ghost, it's useless for ordinary people to escape.

soon.

These people who were watching didn't even dare to talk, they all returned to their office in a panic and sat down, for fear that they would be warned like this.

No one joins in the fun afterwards.

The crowded aisle immediately became quiet and spacious.

At this moment, Yang Jian stole the memory of the dead man, and at the same time obtained the most important part of the memory.

In my memory, this man named Wang Feng suddenly wanted to go to the toilet during the office process, and then he came here and saw the red long wooden stool that I didn't know when it was placed in the aisle.

He is not unaware of supernatural events, naturally, he will not be intimidated by it.

Although curious.

But Wang Feng still had to go to the toilet, so he walked over and ignored the red wooden stool in front of him.

Wang Feng, who was about to step over the wooden stool, staggered and sat on the stool for no reason.

Immediately, a strange and terrifying scene appeared.

On the originally empty red wooden bench, I don't know when another person appeared strangely.

The man was dressed in old clothes, stiff and cold, with a pair of hollow eyes open, a pair of thin legs curled up on the ground, sitting there in a strange posture, motionless.

My memory suddenly broke 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, as well as some things about eating, drinking, and working.

The important information is gone.

But it is enough.

"It turns out that you can't sit on this stool. There is a ghost on it. Once you sit on it, through the medium connection of the red wooden stool, there is a dangerous contact between man and ghost..."

"So, people sitting on this mahogany bench will be attacked by ghosts. As for how they were killed, then it's unclear."

"But if it's just this, it shouldn't be dangerous. As long as you don't sit on this red wooden bench, nothing will happen. The threat of ghosts is not big at all."

Yang Jian frowned slightly.

He felt that the danger of this weird red wooden stool was definitely more than just that.

Because the red wooden stool appeared in the building, he was not even alert, and the ghost domain where the red wooden stool appeared was affected.

All of these circumstances revealed in a subtle way that this was a seemingly ordinary, but in fact, extremely dangerous and mysterious event.

"No matter how big the threat is, no matter how big the threat is, you must find a way to deal with it, and you can't delay too much time, otherwise the old house is out of control and you don't know what will be implicated, so first think about how to deal with this red wooden stool. The ghost above."

Yang Jian began to think.

The ghost on the red wooden bench could not be dismembered with a hatchet, because the ghost in the memory had both feet off the ground and sat on the wooden bench without leaving a mark.

Secondly.

Ghosts are invisible, as long as people who are also sitting on wooden benches can see them.

In other words, if you want to fight, you must sit on the wooden bench to bear the risk of being attacked by ghosts.

"Feng Quan, don't let people interfere with me. If there is a situation, you can handle it yourself, and I will deal with this ghost." Yang Jian said.

Feng Quan nodded and said, "I understand, just leave it to me here."

Yang Jian ignored the corpse on the ground, and he came to the red wooden stool.

After thinking and pondering a little, he slowly sat on it, and actively approached the ghost above.

This is also the boldness of Yigao people.

If it weren't for becoming an alien, Yang Jian would definitely not dare to be so reckless.

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An unspeakable strange sensation floods, this sensation cannot be read by memory, and only immersive people can taste it.

The body is gradually losing control.

Do not.

It's not so much out of control, it's better to say that the lower body is beginning to lose consciousness quickly.

Not only Yang Jian's body, but even the ghost image was frozen at this moment.

"Has the complete ghost image been suppressed? The ghost on the red wooden bench is really terrifying." Yang Jian did not panic, still maintaining his composure.

coming.

soon.

On the opposite side of his wooden stool, a terrifying figure suddenly emerged.

The ghost who closed the wooden stool appeared.