Zhao Lei is a little wrong?

Looking at Zhao Lei, who was standing outside the window and talking to himself, as a person who had been in the same class for three years and had a good time with Zhang Wei and his gang, Yang Jian felt a strange strangeness.

I can't say this strangeness, I just feel wrong.

Yang Jian looked at Zhao Lei, but he didn't find anything abnormal.

"Wang Shanshan's family is fine, but their situation is not good, Zhang Wei is still like that, staying at home all day to play games and live broadcasts, are you looking for them to have something? Why don't you get together together? Although Sun Ren and Liu Qi did not come back, the eldest cousin and Miao

Xiaoshan is not there, but it can be regarded as a small class reunion......" Yang Jian said.

"Shut up. Zhao Lei, who was relatively calm before, suddenly became irritable, and he slapped the front of the car suddenly.

The front hood immediately dented a large area, and various alarm sounds were heard in the car, and the airbags popped out.

"Why, why did you save their family, but you didn't save our family, Wang Shanshan, Zhang Wei's family's life is life, isn't my family's life life?" Zhao Lei roared, like a mad beast, looking a little emotional.

Yang Jian frowned, that weird feeling was still coiled in his heart, but in the face of such an accusation from Zhao Lei, he said calmly, "Zhao Lei, I can only express regret and sympathy for some things that happened to you, maybe many of your family members died in this supernatural incident, but I don't want this result." ”

"This is a large paranormal event, no one can avoid it, there are not many people I can take care of, there will always be tragedies for someone. ”

Zhao Lei said, "So I'm the only one left in my family who died?"

"You're emotionally unstable right now, calm down for a while. Yang Jian said.

"I don't need to be calm, I need an account. Zhao Lei roared.

Yang Jian frowned: "I can't explain it to you, what you need now is not to find me specifically and ask me, but to calm down and think about the source of the whole thing, so that you can understand that the wrong person is not me." ”

"You are an Interpol in Dachang City, and you have the obligation to solve the supernatural incident here, but you didn't do it. Zhao Lei said.

"No one can do everything at its best, there will be tragedies in any city under the jurisdiction of Interpol, we are all people who came out of the seventh middle school alive, we should learn to accept this cruel reality, and I feel that your state is very wrong now, although your emotions are very intense, but it doesn't look like a normal person, but it feels like a ...... to me"

"Like a ghost, right? Zhao Lei took his words, and the anger on his face turned into a kind of indifference, with a trace of emotionless smile; "Because I'm also like you, I've become a ghost handler." ”

"It's funny to say, I was looking for ghosts all over the city, but there was no result, this time I went to your house to ask you for help, but I saw a person exactly like you, that person is not you, right, sitting there reading the newspaper, motionless......"

When Yang Jian heard this, his eyes froze.

Is that the thing?

He looked for that thing for a while, but he didn't find it, but he didn't expect it to be still in his old home, and he was inadvertently touched by Zhao Lei.

"How did you survive?" Yang Jian immediately asked, "That thing is dangerous. ”

"What do you think? Zhao Lei's smile had a hint of weirdness.

Yang Jian immediately felt an inexplicable chill when he saw his appearance, and a certain intuition told him that this Zhao Lei's state was very strange and dangerous, which was different from ordinary ghost masters.

"Are you affected? Or are you the ghost...... The real Zhao Lei is dead. His gaze froze, staring at him deadly, and a ghost eye was already restlessly opened.

Although he only had one contact with the ghost at home, he knew through Liu Xiaoyu's reminder that the ghost seemed to be able to tamper with his memory, and he didn't know it.

The red newspaper in the ghost's hand seemed to be able to rub people's faces, and he didn't know what would happen when they were printed.

Because the last time he was attacked, he managed to escape, and he was not captured by the ghost.

"I know everything about you, there is still a gap between me and you now, I will come to you to seek justice for my dead family, from today we are no longer classmates. ”

Zhao Lei slowly retreated with a weird smile, as if he was about to leave.

"Since you said so, then I will leave you today, and I can't leave you alone. "Yang Jian doesn't care how special Zhao Lei's situation is, and what changes have happened to him.

As long as he comes into contact with the ghosts who stay in his home, there must be a problem.

So he felt that he should limit the people first and then study it slowly, but he really couldn't take Zhao Lei and mail it to Wang Xiaoming, so that he could find the answer.

Moment.

The red light on Yang Jian's body flashed and disappeared into the driver's seat.

suddenly appeared where Zhao Lei was before, wanting to catch him directly.

But Zhao Lei is gone.

A piece of red paper fell to the ground.

Blood oozed from the red paper, and the outline of a person's face appeared clearly on the paper.

What does this face look like...... Zhao Lei.

"He really had an accident. Yang Jian's face changed slightly, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart when he looked at the face shape on the red paper.

This red paper is very weird, and it was once held by a ghost in his hand, under the condition of being tampered with at will, Zhao Lei may no longer be regarded as a ghost master, but on the contrary, he may have been manipulated by a ghost.

I'm afraid that I don't even know this kind of manipulation, because no one knows where my memory is wrong.

Without hesitation, a tall headless figure stepped out of his body, wanting to put the paper away first.

But before he could do it, a gust of wind blew around.

Red paper flew around the sky, rolling up a cloud of dust.

The whole street became a deserted, abandoned place.

"Ghost Domain?" Yang Jian frowned.

He saw the red papers flying and hovering in the air, each with a human face, a man, a woman, a child, and Zhao Lei's...... These people's faces have expressions of fear, serenity, and despair, just like masks, strange and terrifying.

And at the end of this street.

There is a bench, like a rest chair in the park.

On it sat a man who saw only his feet and could not see the upper part of the newspaper itself, because the man was sitting there with a newspaper and was reading.

Motionless.

It stiffened like a corpse.