"What time is it? ”

On the fifth basement floor of the laboratory, Wang Xiaoming had just woken up, and after washing his face, he used an alcohol lamp to heat a packet of emergency food, and asked while eating.

Wei Jing was still standing in the experimental room not far away, staring at the movement inside, he was like a corpse, he didn't need to eat, drink, sleep, and he didn't feel tired, and he could work twenty-four hours a day.

"It's already eight o'clock in the evening, and according to the time set before, four hours later, the curse of the music box erupts. He replied stiffly, without a hint of emotion in his tone.

"At this point in time, the operation against the ghost painting should have begun. Wang Xiaoming's expression moved, and he continued to eat: "How is Guo Fan's state?" ”

"He seems to be asleep, he has been lying in the coffin five hours ago and there is no movement, I can't see what is inside. Wei Jing said.

Wang Xiaoming called up the monitoring and took a quick look.

Indeed, five hours ago, Guo Fan controlled Yang Jian's body and yawned, stretching his waist and lying in the ghost coffin.

"At eleven o'clock, if Guo Fan hasn't woken up yet, wake him up. Wang Xiaoming frowned.

"Good. Wei nodded and said.

"What's going on with Dr. Chen? Wang Xiaoming asked.

Wei Jingdao: "I confirmed the situation through the headquarters before, there is indeed a ghost wandering in the building, and the degree of danger is unknown, but Gao Ming has had contact with the ghost in the building, and the appearance of the ghost has also been photographed through the surveillance, and the information is on the computer next to you, Professor Wang, as for Dr. Chen, he is still alive for the time being." ”

"I'll take a look. ”

Wang Xiaoming turned on the computer again, and there was indeed a new folder.

After clicking on it, there are surveillance videos in the folder, as well as photos processed by technology.

In the photograph is the aisle of a building, where a child in a dead coat with a blue-black complexion holds a rotting dead man's head in his hand, looking up at the surveillance, and his eyes have no pupils and are eerily red, almost like ...... A pair of ghost eyes.

"Starving ghost?" Wang Xiaoming's eyes froze.

"Have you checked the relevant information?"

Wei Jingdao: "I have checked, this ghost is wearing the ghost shroud on Jiang Shangbai's body before, after Jiang Shangbai died, this ghost shroud was picked off by Yang Jian, the rotten dead man's head is the ghost left behind by a ghost rider named Liu Dong in the circle of friends after his death, and the file headquarters has also been earned, the rotten dead man's head is very dangerous, and the living person can't be stared at by the dead man's head, otherwise the living person will die within a few seconds, and if the rotten human head is staring at the ghost, then the ghost will be suppressed." ”

With the collection of information about ghost handlers and related ghosts, many situations will be made clear when the ghost boy only reveals his characteristics.

"And we checked Yang Jian's file and found that this ghost's appearance is almost exactly the same as Yang Jian's childhood. ”

Wang Xiaoming nodded and said, "I saw it." ”

He found a photo of Yang Jian when he was a child in his folder, and after comparing it, he found that the ghost and Yang Jian were exactly the same, but the ghost boy was a supernatural version of Xiao Yang Jian.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes moved: "Yang Jian is deliberately raising this ghost, he put other supernatural things and ghost puzzles on this ghost's body, increasing its horror level, leaving aside the ghost itself, relying on that shroud and the two ghosts of the dead man are enough to fight against the top ghost master." ”

"Gao Ming must have suffered a loss after contact, otherwise Dr. Chen would not have been trapped in this building until now. ”

"Incredible, it's incredible, what did Yang Jian rely on to order this thing. ”

The existence of the ghost boy successfully aroused Wang Xiaoming's interest.

If Yang Jian can really control it, then as the puzzle pieces on this ghost increase, it will become an insolvable S-class ghost in the future.

The most important thing is that this ghost can not worry about the problem of the revival of the ghost, because it is a ghost itself, and there is no possibility of recovery, but the key is control.

If left unchecked, the imp is a potentially catastrophe.

"Do you need to dispose of it?"

Wei Jing saw Wang Xiaoming thinking silently, thinking that he was worried, so he said directly.

A smile appeared at the corner of Wang Xiaoming's mouth: "Why deal with it, it's very interesting, this is an outlier among the aliens, it is the product of the supernatural events that rush to each other, it does not belong to the starving ghost, nor does it belong to Yang Jian, although I don't know what method he used to control this ghost, but I know that he succeeded, otherwise according to the law of killing hungry ghosts, now Dr. Chen and they are dead." ”

"I didn't expect Yang Jian to still have such a hand, but he gave me a surprise. ”

Wei Jingdao: "Professor Wang, this is not the time for research, if Yang Jian controls this thing, then it will be quite dangerous in the future, and once it gets out of control, it will be another S-level supernatural event in the future." ”

"You also say it's out of control, but what if it doesn't get out of control, so it's worth being left behind, and it's not that easy to deal with, so there's no need to risk it now. ”

Wang Xiaoming thought about it very calmly, and felt that the value of the ghost boy left behind was greater than the value of the destruction.

"Let the headquarters dispose of the relevant files, don't leak them out......"

However, while the two were talking and discussing.

Bang!

Suddenly, a dull vibration echoed in the laboratory, although the sound was isolated, it still reached the ears of the two people, and even the alcohol in the alcohol lamp in front of Wang Xiaoming's desk rippled.

Well?

Almost at the same time, Wang Xiaoming and Wei Jing looked at the experimental room.

The sound came from inside, to be specific, the sound came from the coffin, and there seemed to be a living person struggling violently inside the old wooden coffin, hitting the coffin, making such a huge noise.

"What's going on?" Wei Jing immediately turned around and stared at the ghost coffin shaking in the room.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the time again, there were still more than three hours before the twelve o'clock when the curse broke out, and it should still be Guo Fan who controlled Yang Jian's body now.

"Is there something wrong with Guo Fan? Or is the curse breaking out at the wrong time, earlier?" he groaned.

looked at the music box on the other side,

It is still open, not closed, which proves that the curse is still there, and it has not disappeared, otherwise the music box would have closed immediately according to the previous situation.

Bang!

The loud crash continued, and even though the room was well insulated, it was still very clear.

The wooden black coffin was shaking, and even cracks were showing in some places, as if the ghost coffin had reached its limit and could no longer hold its contents.

But the ghost coffin does not have a coffin lid, because it does not rely on the solidity of the coffin itself, but on the incomprehensible strange power inside, but the ghost coffin can suppress ghosts, but it cannot suppress the living.

"Guo Fan, can you still hear it? When he could hear the words, he stood up from the ghost coffin. Wang Xiaoming turned on the walkie-talkie and transmitted the voice into the room.

But Guo Fan inside didn't reply, the heavy ghost coffin was still shaking violently, and at the same time, there were more and more cracks on the ghost coffin, and he could even hear the sound of wood cracking.

If this continues, this ghost coffin will be completely shattered and destroyed.

"Is it impossible to suppress the ghost in Yang Jian's body?" Wang Xiaoming guessed.

He believed that during the period of Guo Fan's rest, Yang Jian's body underwent incomprehensible strange changes, which led to the revival of the ghost, and then the conflict with the power of the ghost coffin itself, so it led to this situation.

As the coffin continued to vibrate, there was a change in the room faster.

A miserable white palm suddenly stretched out from the dark ghost coffin, clutching the edge of the coffin, and the nails were clasped on the wood, leaving a few deep marks.

It was as if the person inside the coffin was trying to struggle to crawl out with great force.

The strength of one hand seemed to be a little insufficient, and soon, the other hand appeared on the coffin, and it also grabbed the edge of the coffin, and the finger was a little too forceful, and it looked extremely stiff.

"It's not Guo Fan struggling, these are the two right hands?" Wang Xiaoming's face sank slightly.

He had studied the dissection of the human body, and at a glance he recognized that the two white palms on the coffin belonged to the right hand, while the living person only had one right hand, and all the other hands were probably ghosts from Yang Jian's body, or both hands belonged to ghosts.

This is a sign of recovery.

Wei Jing's numb face was also slightly moved: "Do you want me to go in and have a look?" Pull Guo Fan out of the ghost coffin, this is not difficult for me, and there is no need to touch it personally." ”

After saying that, he looked at the old black straw rope hanging from his waist.

"There's no need, it's not yet the time for the curse to erupt, the experiment is still ongoing, there is no point in you going in, even if the ghost in Yang Jian's body really recovers, you have to wait for the curse to break out before suppressing it. ”

Wang Xiaoming's tone was fast and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

"Keep observing, just make sure Yang Jian doesn't run out of it. ”

Although the room was specially built, he was still a little worried about whether he could keep Yang Jian in this state.

The shaking of the ghost coffin continued.

But Wang Xiaoming chose to ignore it and continued to wait for the time to come.

And as time passed, the movement and abnormality of the ghost coffin became more and more obvious.

Before, it was just two palms grasping the edge of the coffin, but now the darkness inside the coffin seemed to be struggling and squirming, trying to overflow from it, and through observation, it could be found that it was the outline of a human figure, like a dead Yang Jian, and it seemed to be another strange human face.

When the time came, there was still an hour before the curse broke out.

The room where the ghost coffin was placed seemed to be invaded by spirits, and the surrounding environment suddenly darkened, as if it was shrouded in a layer of darkness, and there were more cracks on the ghost coffin, and many wooden planks were broken, revealing gaps one after another, but each gap was blocked by a blackened palm.

It seems to be sealing off the ghost coffin, and it seems to prevent outsiders from prying eyes.

As time goes on.

Half an hour before the curse erupted, another strange thing happened.

The black and white statue belonging to Yang Jian on the strange spirit seat left aside kept seeping blood out at this time, and the blood was scarlet and sticky, and soon covered Yang Jian's portrait, and he could no longer see his appearance clearly.

Blood flowed down and soaked the spiritual position.

The original dirty and blackened spirit position was also dyed red, as if it was smeared with a layer of red paint.

The vibration of the ghost coffin increased violently again, and it even jumped up from the ground several times, the heavy wooden planks were torn apart, and the ground was full of broken wood chips, and this ghost coffin had exceeded the limit of what it could bear.

If it weren't for an incomprehensible supernatural force, this ghost coffin would have completely fallen apart.

"An incomprehensible anomaly. Wang Xiaoming's heart also sank.

This experiment does not seem to be as simple as I imagined, and some of the unpredictable potential hidden dangers are bursting out.

Since when......

A few hours ago, after Guo Fan went to sleep, something was already wrong.

Meanwhile.

Inside this floor of the building on the ground level.

The ghost boy, who was holding the dead man's head and walking barefoot in the hallway, suddenly stopped at this time, and then tilted his head to look in one direction.

Immediately after, the ghost boy ran out quickly, in the direction of the gate on the first floor.

It seems to sense that something has invaded the building, invisibly triggering its own killing pattern.