Tong Qian is ready for a life-and-death fight.
She knew that it would be difficult for her to get out of here, and she was thinking about buying some time for these survivors to see if they could be lucky enough to wait for rescue.
But Yang Jian's sudden appearance made her feel suspicious.
"You are… the ghost-eyed detective, Yang Jian?" Tong Qian looked at the man in the corner who was holding a candle and had a ferocious ghost eye on his forehead.
"Have you read my file?" Yang Jian didn't find it strange.
Criminal police files are shared, and every criminal police officer is eligible to review the files of other criminal police officers. The purpose is to understand each other and to check and balance each other.
Tong Qian said, "I have seen the files of several ghost riders in Dachang City on my way here, including yours, because you are the only ghost rider who has survived the ghost knocking incident so far. Are you here to provide support?"
"I'm not here to provide support. Someone agreed to my terms and asked me to come here to rescue people. I think the stupid detective who rushed into the ghost zone must be you."
Yang Jian said, "I saw what happened before. I didn't want to show up and let you guys die in the ghost realm. I can report to Zhao Jianguo after I go back. I believe no one can find out that I watched you die without helping you. But your behavior just now seems familiar. I think it's better to give you a hand."
Tong Qian's act of self-sacrifice to save others reminded him of Zhou Zheng.
Only then did Yang Jian seem willing to show up and help her.
"How could you do this?" Tong Qian said angrily.
"Why can't I do this?"
Yang Jian said calmly, holding a candle and walking towards him step by step: "Supernatural events cannot be solved by one person trying to be a hero. Anyone involved will die, including me. I can guarantee that I will not harm anyone, but I cannot guarantee to save anyone. I admit that your behavior just now was noble and great. You are a heroine."
"But what happens next?"
"You will die, they will die too, and there will be another female ghost here. This is the worst outcome."
"Solving supernatural incidents is a life-threatening task in itself, and to be a criminal police officer you must be prepared to sacrifice at any time." Tong Qian said.
Yang Jian said, "It's no use telling me this, you have to tell it."
He pointed at the old man who was knocking on the door.
“Boom, boom, boom~!”
The knocking continued, and the survivors continued to die.
At this rate, everyone here will soon be dead, including Tong Qian.
If a group of people are facing a ghost knocking on the door, there is a degree of randomness and one person will be chosen randomly to die, but the chance of a ghost rider being chosen will be very low.
"Okay, stop talking, hurry up and save people. If this goes on, all the remaining people will die. Let's talk about it after we leave here." Tong Qian said with a look of panic on her face.
"Saving people doesn't rely on selling smiles, it relies on connections. Watch carefully and learn how I do it." Yang Jian strode over and spoke.
Tong Qian's face turned dark.
This guy actually said that he was just selling his smiles.
However, Yang Jian's words left her a little confused.
relation?
What does it mean.
"Grandpa, we are family. Stop knocking. Give me some face and let these people go." Yang Jian walked to the glass door holding the ghost candle in his hand and spoke.
The will-o'-the-wisp on the ghost candle emits a green light.
It covers a distance of about three meters around.
As the candlelight approached the old man, the stiff and withered hand stopped knocking on the door again, and the stiff body slowly retreated.
The ghost was driven back by the candlelight.
"Is this possible?"
Tong Qian opened her eyes wide, her face full of disbelief.
Is this ghost Yang Jian's dead grandfather? Did he really rely on his connections to prevent the ghost from harming them?
No, that's not right.
It's the candle.
Tong Qian's gaze rested on the scarlet candle again.
The eerie candlelight flickered in the darkness, as if reflecting the shadows of countless evil spirits.
"Professor Bruce Pi's stuff is quite effective. It even forced back the knocking ghost and the fire ghost . However, the candle burns faster." Yang Jian looked at the ghost candle in his hand.
When I lit the ghost candle before, it seemed like it would never burn out and there was no sound at all, but now.
He saw that the candle was clearly burning down, and the closer it was to the old man, the faster it burned.
"One minute. I only give you one minute to leave here. This is my limit. It's up to you how many people you can save." Yang Jian turned around and said, "The door is over there, where I appeared before. Many things in the ghost realm have changed. What you see with your eyes may not be true."
"I see."
Tong Qian seized this safe period and immediately shouted, "If you want to survive, follow me. The exit is here."
However, many of the survivors suffered mental breakdowns, and it was unknown how much of Tong Qian's words they could listen to, and how many of them would follow her instructions.
But Yang Jian didn't care about all this.
He looked at the old man standing in the shadows outside the candlelight with a serious look.
This is the second time I have seen this old man.
Seeing it again still makes people feel so creepy, but Yang Jian has a deep hostility towards this ghost, even hatred.
It killed too many of its classmates and almost killed itself.
"How can we lock up you, old thing?" Yang Jian murmured.
"It doesn't matter. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. As long as I stay alert, I won't die in your hands while I am in the ghost realm. You are a double-edged sword to me. I will need you again in the future."
"It's almost time, Grandpa, goodbye."
He checked the time on his phone and saw that a dozen seconds had passed.
It's considered a timeout.
Without hesitation, he turned and left, holding the ghost candle.
Just as he turned to leave, the candlelight faded.
The old man came over again.
"Don't curl up here, Fire Ghost . Come on, get up and leave here with me."
"Don't cry, it will be too late if you don't leave now."
"What are you doing lying on the ground? Hurry up and stand up."
Tong Qian was extremely anxious.
When terror strikes, the psychological quality of those living in the city is so poor that they either collapse and scream, or curl up in a corner and tremble. Some are so frightened that they collapse to the ground.
"Yang Jian, wait a moment, wait a moment, someone hasn't caught up." She shouted hurriedly when she saw Yang Jian holding up the candle and preparing to leave.
"No problem, I'll wait for you outside." Yang Jian agreed readily.
Tong Qian was both angry and anxious.
If you leave, they will get lost again in the ghost realm and will surely die.
"Do you want to stay and accompany them?" Yang Jian asked again.
Tong Qian urged them several times, and only two or three people managed to stand up, but there were still many people who could not be taken care of.
Watching the green candlelight getting farther and farther away, it seemed that Yang Jian would not be able to stay for a moment longer for these survivors.
Once he left, not only the remaining survivors, but also she would die here.
"If you don't leave now, you will all die. You can handle it yourself." Tong Qian shouted angrily, then turned and left, pulling a few survivors and quickly following.
When a person leaves.
The candlelight faded away.
Darkness came again and enveloped the place.
The knocking sound echoed in the store again. The crying and screaming gradually became rarer, and finally disappeared completely. Everything returned to the deathly silence.
Finally the knocking sound disappeared.
The old man shrouded in darkness outside the door also turned around and slowly left.
However, the ghost realm still exists.