Silent, empty, eerie seven buildings.

Yang Jian had already entered room 301 again, and he followed the path he had taken before to the room to the right of this room to prepare to find out.

Even with the curse of the music box, he was still cautious.

A cold, blackened, slightly stiff palm pushed open the door to the right.

The next moment.

An anomaly has occurred.

The sound of the record player in the room snorted twice, and then stopped abruptly, as if something had taken the record, leaving it to idle there, making a little strange noise from time to time.

"Liu Qingqing?"

Yang Jian kept a calm face, and shouted tentatively in a suppressed voice, and at the same time, the door was slowly pushed open.

There was no response from any voice.

After pushing open the door, the situation inside this door is no different from when I came in before, everything is still the same as before, and it is still the same furnishings.

No.

Wrong.

There's something a little different.

One thing was missing from the room, the wooden doll model with no facial features.

The place where the faceless models were previously placed is now empty, leaving only a tiny trace.

"Is that also a supernatural thing...... Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and this conjecture immediately popped up in his mind.

The room in room 301 is too weird and weird.

Everything seemed to be unusual, revealing an inexplicable dangerous aura, so when he came in before, he didn't move anything, he didn't touch anything, he just glanced curiously at the doll in the basket.

But now.

There's one more thing missing here.

Could it be that the new ghosts have been revived?

"When I came here just now, the door of room 301 was open, could it be that the newly revived ghost has already left this room?" Yang Jian immediately thought of the scene when the door of the room was opened just now.

If that's the case, then most of the ghosts who walked out of room 301 are wandering around this residential building.

"It looks like a new paranormal event has appeared...... But where is that Liu Qingqing?"

Yang Jian did not ignore the most crucial point.

Liu Qingqing is gone.

Before, he thought that Liu Qingqing had stayed in room 301, but now he didn't find it.

If she is killed by a ghost, then at least there is a corpse, and the ghost will not destroy the corpse, and there will be traces left when a person is killed.

Unless.

She had a relationship with the vanished faceless puppet.

Take a moment to retract your thoughts.

Yang Jian tried to find the record player that had just made a sound in this strange room.

To his disappointment, he didn't find the thing he had hoped for.

"Maybe the sound didn't come from the record player. I don't know why, Yang Jian suddenly had such a strange idea in his mind.

The idea comes from experience dealing with paranormal events, not blind guesswork.

In supernatural events, people like to think by inertia, so it is easy to be misled by themselves.

Just now, Yang Jian just heard the sound and judged that it was a record player, but he didn't see it with his own eyes.

"But there was indeed a figure in this room just now, right at this window. Yang Jian looked at the closed window again.

The old window was fitted with a piece of stained glass, which was not transparent enough to see the outside scenery clearly, and could only be reflected in the light in the room, with a silhouette on it.

According to the angle presented by that figure, it is suspected that Liu Qingqing's existence is standing here. ”

He calmed down and began to think.

His gaze moved to the unfinished sketchboard.

Yang Jian walked over, he hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind, and the ghost behind him slowly covered the surroundings.

Meanwhile.

He clutched the hatchet knife in his hand.

This is to trigger the medium, to trace the source of the figure, to see the truth that remains in the room.

You don't need to dismember anything with a wood knife, you just need to make yourself visible.

It stands to reason that there are no living people coming in this weird room 301, except for Liu Qingqing, who may have stayed here before, most of the rest of the things are ghosts wandering in this room.

Either way, Yang Jian wants to take a look.

Ghost overlay.

The footprints left in the past become a medium and can be easily triggered.

Without ghosts, it's difficult to trigger the medium.

Because whether it is a footprint or a handprint, it needs to be completely covered.

There is nothing wrong with Yang Jian's approach.

The medium was triggered at this moment.

Yang Jian saw some figures in front of him who did not exist in this room, and he saw this strange drawing board in front of him, and he didn't know when a person suddenly sat down.

It was an old man in an old-fashioned cloth robe, slightly hunchbacked, and his face was full of wrinkles.

No, an old lady to be exact.

And judging from the appearance and form, this should be a living person, not a ghost, nor a dead person.

"This is the owner of room 301. This idea immediately popped into Yang Jian's mind.

Then he observed.

But I found that this old lady seemed to be a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

It seems to be on a supernatural bus.

Yes.

The first time Yang Jian took the supernatural bus, there was an old lady with a wrinkled face sitting on the bus.

Later, the supernatural bus turned off, stopped, and experienced the horror of ghosts getting on the bus many times, and did not care about the death and survival of the living passengers on the bus, and finally the old lady was dead, or disappeared mysteriously, he was not sure in his heart, because he did not pay attention to this matter.

"Is it the same person?"

Yang Jian's heart was a little unconvinced.

But before he could think about it.

He saw that the old lady he saw after the medium was triggered, she was reaching out to draw something on the drawing board in front of him.

Yang Jian is like a bystander at the moment, watching an old movie from the past.

Continues with the medium trigger.

He used this strange chai knife to see again that a different painting on the drawing board was gradually taking shape.

This is a sketch from a previous drawing.

In the sketch is a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked like ...... Lao Qin.

That mascot at headquarters.

It's just that Lao Qin is almost a hundred years old now, and Lao Qin on the painting looks like he is only about forty or fifty years old.

"Is Lao Qin involved with the owner of Room 301?" Yang Jian's expression changed suddenly.

He wanted to keep observing.

But the old lady in the medium suddenly stopped writing, and then turned around suddenly, staring at Yang Jian behind her with a pair of white and gray eyes.

Moment.

The hazy yellow light in the room flickered uncontrollably, as if it was about to go out, and the surrounding light immediately dimmed.

"What are you kidding?"

Yang Jian's eyes shrank, and he felt his hairs stand up, and his heart was terrified.

The medium triggered by the hatchet knife turned out to be looking at itself.

It's just incredible.

He had never encountered such a situation.

You must know that the medium triggered by the firewood knife is a shadow left by the past, not a real existence, just like the scene recorded by the video recorder, which is false.

But it is this false medium that has a feeling of being invaded in reverse.

This moment.

He really wanted to take the firewood knife in his hand and subconsciously chop it down, and directly solve this strange old lady who was staring back at him.

But.

Yang Jian stubbornly resisted this impulse.

This knife must not be cut.

It's not that I'm afraid of the side effects of the outbreak of the firewood knife curse, but if this old lady can follow the medium to find herself, then she will definitely be able to hurt herself along the medium.

If this knife can't be killed, he will probably die in Room 301.

After all, this is the old lady's territory, and the room is full of all kinds of strange things, and once it causes a chain reaction, the ghost district will most likely evolve into a ghost city.

Maybe it's just a warning.

Maybe it was Yang Jian's patience and not moving that had an effect,

The old lady in the middle of the medium turned her head again, and got up to her feet.

The old lady took a few steps to the side.

Yang Jian didn't dare to let the medium be interrupted, and immediately the ghost shadow continued to cover the past, ensuring that the previous scene could emerge.

Subsequently.

He saw a red cheongsam placed where the old lady was passing by.

The cheongsam was worn on a puppet with no face.

And the style of the red cheongsam is the one on Liu Qingqing's body.

"I see. ”

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "Liu Qingqing is a ghost handler, she controlled the ghost cheongsam, and when she came here today, she was eroded by the ghost cheongsam, and there were some memories that did not belong to her, so she would be more familiar with and understand the situation here." ”

"But now, Liu Qingqing and the faceless puppeteer are gone......"

Don't wait for him to think about it.

The scenery in the medium has changed again.

The old lady suddenly picked up a pen and sketched it out on the faceless puppeteer.

A beautiful face gradually took shape.

The appearance of that face made Yang Jian a little surprised.

The face looked the same as the person in a photo he had gotten before.

The guy the ghost is looking for.

It is suspected that it is the woman painted on the ghost painting.

After the face is drawn.

The puppeteer, who was wearing a cheongsam and was still in motion, suddenly twisted his head and actually moved.

Stiff, cold.

It's like a puppet possessed by a ghost.