Yang Jian saw a lot of terrible and incredible things by triggering the medium left behind in room 301.

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

Post office, supernatural bus, Qin Lao, ghost painting...... and the owner of Room 301, both of whom seem to be implicated in each other's existence.

Yang Jian's expression changed.

But soon, he thought it was incredible at first, but soon it was suddenly apparent.

Qin Lao had been a driver of a supernatural bus before, and it was not surprising that he came into contact with these things during the time he was driving the supernatural bus.

Whether it is the ghost named Ghost Bride, or the old woman who is suspected to be the owner of Room 301, they have all appeared on the supernatural bus.

Therefore, these supernatural events have always been involved with Qin Lao, and it is not Yang Jian's conjecture out of thin air, but there is evidence of reality, but this evidence has been covered up.

After all, now that the supernatural bus has lost its driver, Qin Lao is retired at the headquarters again.

No one would have thought that the centenarian who was about to die would have such a thrilling supernatural experience.

"The medium of the faceless puppet is gone. ”

Suddenly.

Yang Jian found that after the strange old woman drew that face on the faceless puppet's face, the faceless puppet began to move, as if a sleeping ghost had awakened, and it seemed that the painted face had some kind of supernatural power, driving the puppeteer to act, so in the end he only saw the puppeteer disappear from sight.

Not a disappearance in the true sense of the word.

Instead, the medium was cut off, and he couldn't see the puppeteer's medium anymore.

"The puppet has no legs. ”

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

The faceless puppet was unclothed at the time, and had no legs, but was supported by a wooden stick, just like the plastic mannequins in the clothing store.

He doesn't have legs, but he can walk.

It goes against common sense, but Yang Jian doesn't think it's strange.

The supernatural thing is suspected to be an unknown ghost, and any way of acting may appear.

It's just that if there are no legs, Yang Jian will have no way to trigger the medium.

Although the mudra is fine, the faceless puppet doesn't seem to have arms......

The killing law of the firewood knife was perfectly avoided by this strange puppeteer, I don't know if this is a coincidence, or if it is a long time ago, so there is such a special puppet.

"It seems that the hatchet is not omnipotent, and if the curse is not triggered, there is no way to easily dismember the puppeteer. ”

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

He chose to reclaim the headless ghost that covered the room.

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

Because the curse of the firewood knife is still there, and the headless ghost is still recovering itself.

With the interruption of the medium.

The strange scenes in front of Yang Jian immediately dissipated.

The old woman who made him feel creepy quickly disappeared from his eyes, which made him feel a lighter pressure in his heart.

He always felt that this old woman could hurt himself through the medium, and even kill herself, but he didn't know why this old woman didn't do that, maybe Yang Jian didn't trigger the law of killing.

"I shouldn't stay here any longer, even if I find that Liu Qingqing and the ghost who escaped from Room 301. ”

Yang Jian looked at everything in this room.

The trigger medium couldn't find Liu Qingqing, which means that Liu Qingqing had not entered this room, and the shadow at the window just now may not be Liu Qingqing, it should be the faceless puppeteer.

But just as he was ready to leave.

Suddenly.

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

The sketch paper depicts a distorted and eerie face, like a ghost.

But after this piece of paper fell, a new sketch was presented in front of Yang Jian.

That sketch is like ....... Himself.

There's nothing wrong with that.

The appearance of the man in the sketch is almost exactly the same as his, but the color is oppressive and dark, as if it is covered with a lingering layer of yin, which gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"My sketch portrait?"

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

Because some of the details are not right.

This is not his portrait.

This is a portrait of his father.

Yang Jian also experienced a ghost dream incident in his hometown during the New Year, and he saw his father in the dream and knew what his father looked like, because the appearance of his father in the dream has been maintained more than ten years ago.

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

"Qin Lao's sketch appeared when I triggered the medium, and now my father's sketch has appeared, and sure enough, the matter here involves the supernatural bus, and that bus is the existence that connects everything together. ”

"Characters from the Republic of China, ghost riders more than ten years ago, and ...... now"

"It was a car that went through three eras. ”

"The supernatural bus may have had an end, but I was in a hurry to get off at the time, so I couldn't hold on. ”

"That end might be the place where all the ghosts get off the bus. ”

Yang Jian had such an idea in his heart again.

Of course, this secret can also be asked by Qin Lao and confirmed from his mouth.

It's just that this difficulty is estimated to be very large.

Qin Lao 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, you have nothing he can do.

"Go to the room on the left. ”

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

He glanced at the sketch of his father.

In the end, the sketch was not taken away.

His father is dead, and there is no need for him to leave a strange sketch with him.

Yang Jian immediately turned around and left the room.

Nothing to gain, just a few things confirmed.

But just as he turned away.

On the drawing board, the eyes of the dim and depressed sketch figure turned strangely and looked in the direction Yang Jian left.

Yang Jian seemed to have a feeling.

He stopped abruptly and looked back.

As a result, nothing was found.

The sketch on the drawing board was still the same as before, with no traces of activity at all, as if what had happened before was just an illusion.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, retracted his gaze, and then quickly closed the door.

The next moment.

He came to the opposite room.

There is no fear.

It's just pushing the door in.

This room was clearly a bedroom in room 301, and as soon as you entered, you smelled a fragrance.

The scent is somewhat familiar.

Be...... Sandalwood.

Many homes with conditions will light sandalwood.

It's calming and calming, and it smells great when lit.

But for Yang Jian, this thing has another effect.

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 not to smell very bad in the conference room.

As for who brought this habit, it is unknown.

There was no sandalwood lit in the bedroom, this sandalwood should have been ordered before, but it had been smoked for a long time, so there was still a residual sandalwood fragrance in the room, but this smell was no longer enough to cover another smell

The smell of corpses.

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

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

But this is counterintuitive.

Because this place has been covered with thick smoke a few days ago, no living person has entered here, and Li Leping's body has also been found outside the community, and it has been blackened and turned into a dry corpse.

The bedroom is dimly lit.

It's not that there are no lights, but the lights are blocked by some decorative strips of red cloth.

And under the hanging strip of red cloth was an old red lacquered wooden bed.

The wooden bed is not the modern one, but the kind of shelf bed that is surrounded on three sides and has a roof on top.

Generally speaking, this kind of bed is only available in museums and in the hands of some collectors, and of course, it is not excluded that some antiquities lovers will order such a bed in their own home.

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 an eerie feeling, which makes people feel very oppressed.

But there was a person lying on such an old bed.

Faced by the bed curtain, it was a little difficult to see.

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 of the corpse, which was wafting from the corpse.