The next day, Yang Jian woke up very early.

Since becoming a ghost controller, there has been more ghost eyes in his body, and he has gradually discovered some changes in his body.

The most obvious feature is that he found that he was sleeping less and less, but he was not mentally exhausted.

"Have you only slept for six hours?"

Yang Jian washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror.

He was not haggard, but instead exuded a cold temperament that he would not enter the world. Even he felt a little strange.

He looked at the red paper on the back of his hand.

After a night passed, he did not feel the torture of the revival of the ghost eyes, but instead slept very peacefully.

But there was an inconspicuous crack on the red paper.

"Is this red paper curing symptoms but not root cause? Or is it because it is just a piece of fragments and is not complete?" Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but rub his head.

"It seems that it is not as easy as I imagined to solve my own half-dead situation."

Too.

A global catastrophe and supernatural events occur around the world.

All those who become ghost drivers have not figured out a way to survive. How could they think of a way alone?

The red paper can suppress the resurrection of the evil spirits, but it was just that I accidentally bumped into it.

"Wait, wait."

Yang Jian suddenly remembered the parchment.

He took out the parchment paper he carried with him from his pocket and opened it to take a look.

There is a line of words on the parchment:

I woke up very early today, and gradually I found that my body was beginning to be affected by ghost eyes. This impact is potentially due to the fact that I have found that I have been sleeping less and less in recent days... If this continues, I will probably be able to sleep all day long.

I heard that ghosts don’t have to sleep, maybe this is true.

"When I got you from Fang Jing before, Fang Jing said you knew how to survive by the ghost controller? I think he shouldn't have lie to me, so you must have mastered the key clues."

Yang Jian stared at the parchment: "If you are willing to tell me, I think I will reexamine your existence."

Writings appeared on the parchment: I really want to live. I gradually realized the pain of becoming a ghost controller. The oppression of death, the worry of resurrection of the evil spirit, and the changes in myself... This is not what I should bear at this age. Today I finally couldn't help asking the strange human skin again, but I didn't get the answer I wanted... The human skin didn't tell me any useful news.

Or, there is some secret in this human skin, but I just refuse to tell it.

What is it hiding from?

When Yang Jian saw the words on it, his face changed unchanged.

When he was in school, he once felt that the parchment had his own consciousness, but since he left school, the parchment had lost its function of guiding his direction.

If he had not been guided by this parchment in the old man's ghost realm that day, he would not have been able to leave alive.

"Since you don't reveal any information to me, then you're useless. Just burn it, so as not to bring a human skin on my body all day long."

After Yang Jian finished washing up, he took the ghost thing and threw it on the gas stove.

Lighted the fire.

However, under the fire of the natural gas stove, the parchment paper did not move at all.

Fire can't burn this thing at all.

"Yang Jian, what are you cooking and cooking noodles?"

Liu Qiang smelled the natural smell and ran out of the room.

Yang Jian looked at the still intact parchment paper and moved slightly: "I didn't burn anything, I just try to use this stove."

"If I cook noodles, I still have ham sausages." Liu Qiang said.

“I have, too.”

"Sure enough, I should have buried this thing in a place that others can never find." Yang Jian frowned slightly.

If you want to die, you must not leave such a strange thing.

Just when he was about to put away the human velvet paper first.

Suddenly, another line of words appeared on it: I can't get any useful information from this parchment. For the sake of future plans, I plan to discard the parchment and not let others find it. But I was thinking that if I could catch a ghost with this parchment, I might get the answer I wanted.

"Catch a ghost? I think you want to fool me to die."

Yang Jian took a look and didn't believe the nonsense. He just put it away and planned to find a place to bury it in two days.

Two hours later.

The mall is open.

Although it is still closed, Yang Jian and Liu Qiang still have to work.

At half past eight, they began patrol.

"By the way, the elevator was closed yesterday, right? Why is it turned on again now?" Yang Jian stood on the escalator, suddenly remembering that the two of them turned off the lights and the elevator yesterday before going back to rest.

It is logical that the elevator cannot be opened early in the morning.

"Sister Li has the key here. You see, the door of the mall has been opened. I heard that the boss may come back today. Maybe Sister Li has prepared in advance. What are you always concerned about this thing?" Liu Qiang said with some doubts.

"It's nothing, just ask casually." Yang Jian said.

Today, all the lights in the mall have been turned on, which is a little different from the usual dark and lit ones.

After patrolling for a while, Yang Jian did not find anything.

Everything is normal.

But this is normal, which makes Yang Jian a little uneasy.

If even he can't find the problem, then there will be no supernatural incidents in this mall, but why are there anyone missing?

And Yang Jian always felt that something was wrong in the mall.

But I can't say it.

But it was around ten o'clock.

Several luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the mall.

A group of people walked out of the car.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a suit and a little short.

"The boss is here, be careful. The mall has closed recently and the boss has a bad temper." Liu Qiang whispered to remind him.

This short middle-aged man named Tang and named Tang An. He is the owner of this shopping mall. He used to be a real estate businessman. In recent years, he changed his career and opened this shopping mall.

"Master Luo is my shopping mall. Please take a look at what went wrong with my shopping mall? Someone has disappeared from the last three days? Master Luo is careful about the steps..."

Boss Tang's face looked flattering and attracted a man in his 50s to come.

Three or five people followed behind him.

The man named Master Luo suddenly signaled: "You can't enter through the main entrance. If you enter through other doors, do you have any other doors in your shopping mall?"

"Yes, yes, there is a delivery door." Boss Tang said hurriedly.

"Then let's go into the mall from there," said Master Luo.

Yang Jian at the door saw this scene and the corner of his mouth moved slightly.

This is definitely a liar.

Being nonsense and fooling people.

Everyone comes in and out of the main entrance, and so is the guests. If you encounter this so-called master, you won’t be able to do it? Even if there are ghosts, you should have discovered it while patrolling yourself.

Unless Master Luo is also a ghost-controller, and his ability is greater than that of himself.

But looking at his gloomy and energetic appearance, it is obvious that he cannot be a ghost driver.

"You guys watch here, don't let others come in, I will call you if there is anything happening later."

Sister Li hurried over at this time, said something, and took a few female colleagues to greet the boss.

Master Luo entered the mall through the side door and led Boss Tang, Manager, Sister Li and other groups of people around the mall, looked left and right, then nodded and showed a clear look. It seemed that he had completely figured out the strange things that happened in the mall, and he didn't understand what he had figured out.

I still have already thought of the script in my mind.

Yang Jian was not interested. Although he knew that Master Luo was a liar in the world, he did not expose it.

If there are really no supernatural events, this million can only make money from this liar, and it won't be the turn of him anyway.

"Um?"

However, at this moment, Yang Jian's nose moved and he smelled a faint smell of corpse.

"The smell came up again, this time it seemed... very close, because the taste was a little richer than before."

He turned around and patroled, and the mall was still calm and nothing happened.
Chapter completed!