"Okay, you can open your eyes now."
Yang Jian's voice rang in his ears, and when Miao Xiaoshan opened his eyes again, he found himself in the school's basketball hall.
The lights in the basketball court had been turned on. At this time, there was no one there except the two of them.
Miao Xiaoshan had some resistance to this strange change of position, appearing in an impossible-to-reach place in a short period of time. Although she felt strange, she was not panicked.
"It should be safe here, right?" Miao Xiaoshan asked.
Yang Jian rubbed his forehead and sat casually in an audience seat: "I don't know about the murder in the Black Death House . If that thing starts killing people, no place in this city will be safe."
"Is it the oil painting in my dormitory?" Miao Xiaoshan sat down next to Yang Jian, and then began to tidy up the shoes he had not put on yet.
Yang Jian said: "That's just one of the paintings. This is a weird and terrifying curse. Wherever that thing appears, someone will be killed by a ghost. The source has not been determined yet. Many people are troubled by this matter recently."
"Is it very dangerous? How does it compare to the ghost in No. 7 Middle School at that time?" Miao Xiaoshan was silent for a moment before asking.
"It's the same for ordinary people, there's not much difference, but it's very different for me. When I was in No. 7 Middle School, I was able to rescue a few people, but if I was targeted by this thing, I might die."
Yang Jian said: "Do you remember what Zhou Zheng said during his lecture at that time?"
Miao Xiaoshan nodded.
"The killing pattern of ghosts is very important. If you determine this, you can at least ensure that you can survive in front of ghosts. But the problem is that the killing pattern of ghosts can only be figured out after contact with ghosts." Having said that, Yang Jian raised his head slightly and looked at Miao Xiaoshan's tense cute face.
"This process requires risking one's life. Some people fail and die inexplicably, while others succeed and survive. For most ordinary people, there is only one chance to try and fail."
"No one is so lucky to discover the killing pattern of ghosts in one go, so the best way is to stay away from such incidents. You have experienced the incident at No. 7 Middle School, so you should know that this is not the time to think about other people. Instead, every extra life counts. If they don't appreciate it, just ignore them."
"Otherwise, you will die too."
Miao Xiaoshan lowered her head slightly and said, "But they are my roommates. I can't just stand by and watch them die. Didn't you save us when we were in No. 7 Middle School?"
“There’s no way to save all the people.”
Yang Jian said in a low voice: "There are more and more such incidents, and more and more people are killed. If you want to save everyone, then you can't save anyone, because you will die faster than them. Zhou Zheng is the best example of the Black Death House murder case . I don't want to be the second Zhou Zheng. If I have to make a choice, then why don't I ensure the safety of my family and friends around me first?"
"Yang Jian, you have become different from before." Miao Xiaoshan muttered.
"You are too kind. If I had the same idea as you, I would have died long ago." Yang Jian said.
Miao Xiaoshan said, "Forget it, can we stop arguing? Since the painting is so dangerous, can you find a way to get everyone in the dormitory to leave? I don't want them to experience that kind of terrible thing. After all, supernatural events are too cruel for them… I beg you."
Seeing that Yang Jian still looked indifferent, she pulled Yang Jian's arm and looked begging.
"You don't need to beg me, just tell me you need my help."
Yang Jian didn't say much but directly picked up the satellite positioning phone: "It's useless for us to evacuate a dormitory building, even if we talk our mouths off. We might even be arrested as crazy people."
"Here, only the headquarters has this capability."
Soon, the satellite positioning phone was connected.
"Liu Xiaoyu, it's me." Yang Jian said.
"I heard it. Is there anything wrong?" Liu Xiaoyu responded positively.
Yang Jian said: "I am now in the university's basketball court. There are ghost paintings on the female dormitory building of this university. You'd better notify the school and ask them to evacuate everyone in the dormitory building."
"How has the situation developed now? Have there been any casualties?" Liu Xiaoyu's speech speed immediately increased, sounding anxious.
"No one has died yet, but a ghost painting appeared in a dormitory building. It's only a matter of time before someone dies." Yang Jian said.
Liu Xiaoyu immediately said, "I understand. Is it okay for you to handle it over there? We will send a team to assist you. No one has been sent out yet. The responsible persons all have tasks to do. Can you just do me a favor this time?"
"Then you owe me a favor." Yang Jian said.
"Thank you." Liu Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's do this for now. When the people arrive, come to the basketball court to find me." Yang Jian said and then disconnected the communication.
Miao Xiaoshan noticed Yang Jian’s cell phone, which was exactly the same as Zhou Zheng’s cell phone. Only now did she know what Yang Jian had been doing in the past six months and why there had been such a big change.
"Even if you can't shirk some things, don't agree too readily, otherwise people will take it for granted." Yang Jian put down his phone and said, "The moment I came here, I knew that the things in this place would definitely fall on my head. To be honest, I don't want to deal with this kind of thing."
"After all, I am afraid of death. If possible, who would want to deal with that ghost? If you encounter a powerful ghost, even Jesus would have to kneel down. Who can stand this?"
He shook his head slightly.
But from the day he became a ghost rider, he had no control over himself. He could not stop, otherwise the evil ghost in his body would devour him without leaving anything behind.
"Yang Jian, I'm sorry…"
Right now.
In the dormitory where Miao Xiaoshan used to live.
With Zhang Xia's disappearance, the departure of Miao Xiaoshan and Yang Jian, and Liu Zi's pursuit, there are now only two roommates left in the dormitory.
One of them was named Sun Yujia, who slept on the upper bunk of Miao Xiaoshan, and the other was named Wang Yue, who slept on the bunk opposite.
Although it was a little late, the two of them were not sleepy at all.
The two people are still feeling aggrieved by what happened in the past ten minutes.
"Miao Xiaoshan's high school classmate named Yang Jian is so bad. You can tell at first glance that he is not a good person. Taking Miao Xiaoshan out so late is definitely not a good thing. We must never let such people enter and leave our dormitory at will in the future. If he breaks in like this again, I will report him to the police." Wang Yue was a little indignant, still thinking about the glare Yang Jian gave him just now.
She had never seen that kind of look in anyone before.
It was as if it had touched her soul, and she still feels frightened now.
It seemed just like what was written in the book, with murderous intent revealed in his eyes.
"Wang Yue, don't you find something strange?"
"What's strange?" Wang Yue said
Sun Yujia poked his head out from under the quilt and said, "Of course it's that Yang Jian."
"Isn't he just a gigolo? He's not handsome and he always seems to be showing off. People like him have no money and no diploma. Sooner or later he will suffer." Wang Yue said.
"The strange thing I'm talking about is not this, but how did Yang Jian come to school? And how did he appear outside our dormitory? Yang Jian should not have been in school when Miao Xiaoshan called just now, but the time from hanging up the phone to Yang Jian's appearance was too short."
After thinking about it carefully, she found that there were too many unreasonable things in Yang Jian.
In fact, her reaction was still a lot slow. Liu Zi had already noticed this before, so Liu Zi chose to believe Yang Jian's words and hurriedly chased after him and left the dormitory.
"What do you want to say?" Wang Yue was still angry and didn't think much about it.
Sun Yujia whispered, "I just think it's not right the more I think about it. Liu Zi was also very abnormal just now. She chased him out in a hurry and never came back. Do you think our dormitory is really haunted?"
"It's almost time to go to bed, can't you stop telling ghost stories?" Wang Yue said, "I don't want to listen. I'm very sleepy now and just want to sleep. Let them do whatever they want."
Sun Yujia didn't say anything, and the dormitory returned to silence.
But a shadow has already been planted in the hearts of both people, because no one has mentioned turning off the lights until now.
The lights in the bedroom were still bright.
However, the two of them couldn't fall asleep while lying on the bed. Instead, they became more and more energetic.
My mind kept recalling what had just happened, recalling what Miao Xiaoshan had said before, and recalling the many unreasonable things that had happened to Yang Jian.
About ten minutes later, Sun Yujia couldn't help but say, "When Miao Xiaoshan and Yang Jian were talking on the phone before, I heard Yang Jian say that there was something wrong with the painting in our dormitory and asked Miao Xiaoshan to stay away from it. He should be talking about the oil painting that Zhang Xia brought back from the art museum."
The more she thought about this, the more uneasy she became.
If what Yang Jian said was true, the oil painting in question was right near his bed, less than four meters away.
Sun Yujia hesitated for a long time, but finally plucked up the courage, secretly lifted a corner of the quilt, and looked towards Zhang Xia's bed, wanting to see if there was really something wrong with the oil painting.
But when her eyes fell on the lower bunk opposite, she found that the oil painting that was originally placed there was gone.
"Huh? Gone."
Sun Yujia was stunned for a moment, then looked around in a panic.
She clearly remembered that the painting was placed there, and Yang Jian and Miao Xiaoshan did not take it away when they left just now, so it disappeared in a short while.
The strange and abnormal things happened, which accelerated her uneasiness.
soon.
Sun Yujia found the old oil painting.
He was still in the dormitory, but not in the previous position. Instead, he appeared strangely next to Wang Yue's bed.
"Wang Yue…" She screamed subconsciously in fear.
The string in his heart was completely broken, and Sun Yujia now believed that there was really something wrong with the oil painting in his dormitory.