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Chapter 852 The corpse on the bed

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    By triggering the medium left over in Room 301, Yang Jian saw many terrible and incredible things.

    He discovered the identity of the original owner of Room 301, found the sketch portrait of Mr. Qin when he was young, and even saw a beautiful and strange face drawn on the faceless puppet. That face did not belong to a living person.  Yes, but exactly the same as the woman in the ghost painting.

    The post office, the supernatural bus, Mr. Qin, the ghost painting and the owner of Room 301 all seem to be implicated with each other.

    Yang Jian's expression fluctuated.

    But soon, he felt unbelievable at first, but soon realized it again.

    Old Qin used to be a driver of a ghost bus, so it's not surprising that he came into contact with these things during the time he was driving a ghost bus.

    Whether it was the ghost code-named Ghost Bride, or the old lady who was suspected to be the owner of Room 301, they all appeared on the supernatural bus.

    Therefore, these supernatural events have always been related to Mr. Qin. They were not conjectures by Yang Jian out of thin air, but there were real evidences, but the evidences were covered up.

    After all, the supernatural bus has lost its driver, and Elder Qin is living in the headquarters for the elderly.

    No one would have thought that the dying centenarian would have such a thrilling supernatural experience.

    "The media about the faceless puppet disappeared."

    Suddenly.

    Yang Jian found that after the weird old woman drew the face on the faceless puppet, the faceless puppet began to move, as if a sleeping ghost woke up, and it seemed that the painted face carried some kind of supernatural power.  Power drove the puppet to act, so in the end he only saw the puppet disappear from sight.

    It's not a real disappearance.

    Instead, the medium was interrupted, and he couldn't see the puppet's medium.

    "That puppet has no legs."

    Yang Jian carefully recalled the scene he saw when he entered the room.

    The faceless puppet was not wearing any clothes at the time, nor did it have legs. It was only supported by a wooden stick, just like the plastic models in the clothing store.

    No legs, but can walk.

    It violated common sense, but Yang Jian didn't find it strange.

    The supernatural thing is suspected to be an unknown ghost, and any kind of action is possible.

    It's just that without legs, Yang Jian can't trigger the medium.

    ? Although handprints are fine, but this faceless puppet seems to have no arms

    Hatchet's law of killing was perfectly avoided by this weird puppet. I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if it's because of precautions, that's why such a special puppet appeared.

    "It seems that the hatchet is not omnipotent. If the curse is not triggered, there is no way to dismember the puppet easily."

    Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

    He chose to retract the headless ghost covering the room.

    However, the headless ghost was not complete. There were still many gaps on the black shadow, as if it had been seen by a knife.

    Because the curse of the hatchet is still there, the headless ghost is still recovering.

    With the interruption of the medium.

    All the strange scenes in front of Yang Jian immediately dissipated.

    The old lady who made him feel creepy also quickly disappeared from his eyes, which relieved the pressure in his heart.

    He always felt that the old woman could hurt him through the medium, or even kill him, but for some reason, the old woman didn't do that, maybe Yang Jian didn't trigger the law of killing.

    "I shouldn't stay here anymore, just find that Liu Qingqing, and the ghost who escaped from Room 301."

    Yang Jian looked at everything in the room.

    Liu Qingqing could not be found by the triggering medium, which means that Liu Qingqing has never entered this room. The shadow at the window just now may not be Liu Qingqing, but the faceless puppet.

    But just when he was about to leave.

    Suddenly.

    I don't know when a piece of white sketch paper on the drawing board fell down.

    What was drawn on the sketch paper was a distorted and weird face, like a ghost.

    But after the paper fell off, a new sketch appeared in front of Yang Jian,

    That sketch looks likehimself.

    correct.

     The appearance of the man in the sketch is almost exactly the same as him, but the color is oppressive and dark, as if covered with a lingering shadow of prey, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

    "My sketch portrait?"

    Yang Jian shrank his eyes at first, but soon after careful observation, he found that something was wrong.

    Because some details are wrong.

    This is not his portrait.

    This is a portrait of his father.

    During the Chinese New Year, Yang Jian experienced ghost dreams in his hometown. He saw his father in the dream and knew what his father looked like, because the appearance of his father in the dream had been maintained more than ten years ago.

    This sketch is like what my father looked like at that time.

    "Old Qin's sketch appeared when I triggered the media, and now my father's sketch appeared again. Sure enough, the matter here involves the supernatural bus, and the bus is the existence that connects everything together."

    "People from the Republic of China period, ghost masters more than ten years ago, and now"

    "It's a car that spans three eras."

    "That supernatural bus may have an end, but I was in a hurry to get off at the time, so I couldn't stick to it."

    "That end point may be the place where all the ghosts get off."

    Such a thought popped up in Yang Jian's mind again.

    Of course, you can also ask Mr. Qin about this secret, and get confirmation from him.

    It's just that the difficulty is estimated to be very high.

    Old Qin knew a lot of things, but he didn't say anything.

    And if a person of this level really wants to keep his mouth shut, there is nothing he can do.

    "Go to the left room and have a look."

    Yang Jian not only wanted to find Liu Qingqing and the ghost who left here, but also thoroughly confirmed the secret of Room 301.

    He glanced at the sketch of his father.

    In the end, he still didn't take the sketch away.

    His father is already dead, so there is no need for him to leave a weird sketch by his side.

    Yang Jian immediately turned and left the room.

    There is nothing to gain, just to confirm some things.

    But just as he turned to leave.

    On the drawing board, the eyes of the dim and depressing sketched characters turned strangely, looking in the direction Yang Jian left.

    Yang Jian seemed to feel something.

    He stopped abruptly and looked back.

    As a result, nothing was found.

    The sketch on the drawing board is still the same as before, there is no trace of activity at all, it seems that what happened before is just an illusion.

    Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he looked away, and then quickly closed the door.

    next moment.

    He came to the opposite room.

    Have no fear.

    Just push the door and walk in.

    This room is obviously the bedroom of Room 301. As soon as I entered, I could smell a fragrance.

    The scent is a bit familiar.

    It's sandalwood.

    Many qualified families will order sandalwood.

    This thing calms the nerves, and it has a strong fragrance after being lit.

    But for Yang Jian, this thing has another function.

    That is to cover up the smell of corpses.

    Some people in the headquarters like to light sandalwood to cover up the smell of corpses, so as to avoid the smell in the meeting room.

    As for who brought this habit, it is unknown.

    There is no sandalwood lit in the bedroom. This sandalwood should have been lit before, but it has been smoked for a long time, so there is still a residual sandalwood smell in the room, but this smell is no longer enough to cover another smell

    The stench of corpses.

    Yang Jian's nose moved, and his expression froze immediately.

    The smell of this corpse is not strong, as if someone died here for a few days.

    But this is unreasonable.

    Because the place was covered by thick smoke a few days ago, no living person had entered here, and Li Leping's body was also found outside the community, and it had been blackened and turned into a mummy.

    The bedroom is dimly lit.

    It's not that there is no light, but that the light is blocked by some decorative red cloth strips.

    And under the hanging red cloth, there is an old red lacquered wooden bed.

    The wooden bed is not the modern style, but a canopy bed surrounded by three sides, with a bed top on it.

    Generally speaking, this kind of bed is only found in museums and some collectors. Of course, it is not ruled out that some antiquities lovers will customize such a bed in their own homes.

    But no matter what, this thing is very rare for ordinary people.

    Because this kind of bed is just placed here, the dark tone gives people a weird feeling, which makes people feel very depressed.

    But there was only one person lying on such an old bed.

    Being in front of the bed curtain, I can't see clearly.

    But there is no doubt that someone is lying there, no, it should not be a person, but a corpse.

    Yang Jian could already smell the stench coming from the corpse.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?It is only available in the hands of some collectors, and of course it is not ruled out that some antique lovers will order such a bed in their own homes.

    But no matter what, this thing is very rare for ordinary people.

    Because this kind of bed is just placed here, the dark tone gives people a weird feeling, which makes people feel very depressed.

    But there was only one person lying on such an old bed.

    Being in front of the bed curtain, I can't see clearly.

    But there is no doubt that someone is lying there, no, it should not be a person, but a corpse.

    Yang Jian could already smell the stench coming from the corpse.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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