"Hello, Xiaoyuan, my name is Jiang Yan, and I am Yang Jian's girlfriend."

Jiang Yan greeted him warmly, polite and cute.

Liang Yuan just blinked her big eyes and looked at her, as if she was thinking about something, and seemed to be looking at Jiang Yan. After a while, she smiled and said, "Hello, auntie, you are so beautiful, cousin must like you very much."

Aunt?

Hearing this, Jiang Yan's smile froze, and her heart was filled with coldness.

It would be fine if Yang Jian called his aunt before, but he didn't expect his cousin to be like this.

The most annoying thing is that I couldn't refute it, because Yang Jian's little cousin looked like he was fifteen or sixteen, and was nearly ten years old, so it seemed reasonable to call him aunt.

"You can't be angry. Now I must not be angry. This time I'm going to see Yang Jian's relatives. If I'm embarrassed this time, Yang Jian won't bring me here next time."

Jiang Yan said in her heart that she comforted her heart and kept herself in a relatively good image.

"Auntie, your skin is so white. Are you sick?" Liang Yuan said again.

"No, my sister's skin is naturally white." Jiang Yan said with a smile.

Liang Yuan nodded and said, "If your skin is so white, it will be easy to be targeted by ghosts at night. You will die very quickly. Cousin, you should have changed a girlfriend."

"What, what..." Jiang Yan's mouth twitched.

Is there anyone who speaks like this?

"Okay, Xiaoyuan, wherever you want to go, I'll accompany you." Yang Jian said.

Liang Yuan smiled and said, "I want to buy a raincoat over there. It has been raining recently. I don't want to get wet every day."

"Okay." Yang Jian nodded.

On the way, Jiang Yan followed behind, took advantage of Liang Yuan's choice of raincoats and pulled Yang Jian's arm, and then whispered, "Yang Jian, don't be angry, I think your cousin seems to have some problems... It feels strange."

As she said that, she pointed to her head.

"There is no problem with her head. Her thinking is very clear. I can tell from the reaction just now. I have seen what influence she was affected long ago." Yang Jian pressed his voice and said, "Whether before or after, no matter what Xiaoyuan says, don't take it to heart. Just think she is a patient."

"I'm not so scrupulous and will care about a child. I'm just worried about your cousin. If there is any disease, we can take her back to Dachang City for a checkup." Jiang Yan said.

Yang Jian nodded slightly and said, "I will arrange this matter."

Jiang Yan responded and stopped talking about this matter behind her back. She believed that Yang Jian could handle it, which was an instinctive trust.

While shopping with her cousin and her companions, Yang Jian found that she had bought a lot of strange things, including raincoats, some yellow straw paper, and some candles. What makes people feel most uneasy is that she actually bought several sharp fruit knives, and the companion next to her didn't feel anything strange, as if she was used to it.

"What are you buying these things for?" Yang Jian asked.

Liang Yuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I want to use it. This thing is very quickly lost. And I bought it three days ago and I used it all. I didn't use the scalpel just now. It's too thin and difficult to hold."

"..." Yang Jian didn't know what to say at this time.

"Where are you using these things?"

Liang Yuan frowned and thought, as if he was recalling it, but he seemed to be unable to recall it all at once: "I don't know, I don't know where I used it, but I always feel that I need it."

"Is there something wrong with memory?" Yang Jian pondered.

If this is the case, he can't ask for many things, but the more he does, the more he feels that it is not normal near his hometown, and it is not as peaceful and peaceful as he imagines.

After a walk around, he bought all the strange things, so Yang Jian drove the three of them to the countryside where his hometown was.

Although it is a township, the roads are smooth and driving is very convenient. However, on the way he came, he saw several special vehicles coming from the opposite side. Yang Jian, who opened the window, smelled a very familiar smell.

It was the stinking smell of corpse.

The car is a hearse, and the body is contained inside.

He looked at the back of the vehicle passing by in the rearview mirror and saw a dead body covered by a white cloth. He was curious. His ghost eyes opened and ignored the obstruction and looked at the corpse under the white cloth.

It was dead stiff, cold, wet all over, as if it was raining. The strangest thing was that one of his hands tightly grabbed his neck, and his fingers had already penetrated his neck deeply, as if he had pierced his major artery and his blood was drained alive.

So the corpse is stiff and looks white.

What made Yang Jian feel the most profound was the expression of this dead man.

It's not fear and despair, but a cruel and vicious look, as if you are fighting with something.

But in this way, could it be that I was fighting with myself before I died?

"An abnormal death, but that person should not be from my hometown village, and is likely to be a villager from a nearby village." Yang Jian said in his heart, and at the same time his previous anxiety was gradually magnified.

Something definitely happened around here,

But this place is also managed by Dachang City.

In other words, the person in charge is Yang Jian. If there is really a supernatural incident, he will definitely be notified. Why didn’t he hear similar reports from Zhang Hua?

There are too many things, but this is serious, so it is down?

There are some other reasons.

With all kinds of doubts, Yang Jian drove to a village about five or six kilometers away from Yang Town.

Meishan Village.

The name of the village is a bit strange because there are no plum blossoms and no mountains here. I don’t know why this name was given. Maybe it has changed over hundreds of years, which has changed the landform.

The village is very quiet.

Like most villages across the country, young people go out and some villagers move out. There are really not many people left. However, now that it is the New Year, there are still some people returning home, but they still seem a little deserted. It seems that young people are getting more and more busy with work now.

"Xiaoyuan, is your friend from our village too? If not, I can send her back first." Yang Jian asked.

"Of course yes, she lives with me now and is my best friend." Liang Yuan said with a smile.

Yang Jian felt a little strange, but without asking any more, he immediately drove into the village and found an open space to stop.

"Cousin, then we'll go back first, see you tonight."

Liang Yuan and her friend got off the car, then smiled and waved their hands, then quickly ran into the village with their things and disappeared quickly at the corner.

"Okay." Yang Jian nodded.

My cousin’s home is not far from her old house, and it is just a village wherever it can go.

"I feel that your hometown is very clean. I will come with you often in the future, okay?" Jiang Yan stretched and felt that the air here was fresh, quiet and peaceful, and very comfortable.

And only after she got here did she feel like she became a woman in Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, but rushed directly to the old house.

His old house was a bit old, and it was built at some time when his father was alive. The style of that period seemed quite old, but it was one of the best in the village at that time, but now it has been completely out of date.

soon.

A two-story cement house appeared in front of him.

It has been uninhabited for a long time, with some moss growing on the house, and various aging and abandoned appearances give people a slightly gloomy feeling.

But the house is very clean, because no one lives in it, there are only some miscellaneous items. In addition, Yang Jian’s mother Zhang Fen came back a few days early, so there was no odor after ventilation and maintenance. It was so refreshing and tidy that she could move in for a short period of time.

But Yang Jian was not concerned about this, so he went directly to the second floor of the room.

There is a room on the second floor that is not very useful, which is closed all year round. It used to be used to pile up debris, but since his father's death, the room has become a place to place portraits.

Jiang Yan followed behind and looked at the surrounding environment curiously.

She was a little inexplicably panicked and a little uneasy about the old house, as if she had encountered a supernatural incident before, so she did not dare to fall behind at all, for fear that something would happen if she fell behind would happen, and Yang Jian would not have time to protect herself.

"Will my father be a person who deals with supernatural events?"

Yang Jian could not suppress his curiosity, so he ran directly to the room where his father's portrait was.

Because his father passed away for too long, and in his current state, he did not feel any sadness, and everything seemed very calm.

After opening the door.

A relatively ordinary old wooden table is placed with a black and white photo, and next to the photo is some incense burners and other things, which are used for memorial service.

The man in the portrait is a young man in his early twenties. The portrait was not taken when his father died, but was made from previous photos, so it feels a bit inconsistent.

The young man's appearance is very similar to Yang Jian.

Smiling, sunny and handsome.

If Yang Jian is more mature, exercise more, and shine more, he may be more similar to the people in the photo.

So, if someone thinks that the person in this photo is not Yang Jian’s father, probably no one believes it.

When Jiang Yan saw this portrait, she hurriedly bowed her head and bowed, and then prepared to take a few incense sticks.

Yang Jian looked at him without saying a word, his eyes were observing, not as a worshiper, but as a ghostly eye Yang Jian.

"No exception."

As a result, he was a little disappointed and relieved.

There is nothing worthy of his attention in this room, and there is nothing strange about him.

"But it's not so arbitrary. I care a lot about Mr. Qin's words. People with his identity will not say such an irrelevant word for no reason. If they say it, there must be a reason. The portrait in this room should have been set up later. I should go to find my father often when he was alive, or where he often stayed during his lifetime."

Yang Jian began to ponder.
To be continued...