Chapter 92

Finally, the sky brightened.

Yang Jian had not slept for half the night, just sitting there in the hall.

Although he was not particularly sleepy, being in a state of high alert for a long time, staring at the coffin in front of him, even the toughest person would find it unbearable.

Fortunately, he was not yet a complete human being.

So Yang Jian did not choose to rest.

Moreover, at a time like this, even if he was exhausted, he had to endure it.

"The coffin did not move all night, and I was not attacked by any ghosts... So it seems my previous guess was correct." Yang Jian's eyes were bloodshot; even without using his ghost eyes, his eyes were about to turn into ghost eyes.

Last night, he had bet his life on it, and he could now confirm that the ghosts were directly linked to this coffin.

And not just one ghost, but both ghosts in the village were related to the coffin.

However, there was still one doubt that had not been resolved.

Why did the ghost known as 'Sick Ghost' deliberately draw out all the ghost masters and gather them together last night?

What was the purpose behind this?

"There's still too little information, and I can't analyze much useful data. But since I've confirmed that the real ghosts are in the coffin, I can try to imprison them." He looked at the body bag beside him.

The thing he bought for twenty million should not disappoint him.

He had not taken action before because he was not sure if the ghosts were really in the coffin.

If he made a mistake, and the ghosts were still outside, wouldn't he be putting himself in danger?

Thinking of this, Yang Jian stood up, stretched his limbs, and tried to restore the feeling in his sore and numb body.

He was preparing to try to imprison the ghosts in the coffin.

Although he felt a bit guilty and lacked confidence, he had no choice but to push forward.

He walked to the coffin in the hall again, ready to force it open with his ghost domain.

However, at this moment, five or six villagers in mourning suddenly appeared at the door.

These villagers were stunned when they saw Yang Jian.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

An old man said, "Get out, get out. This is not a place for city people to play around. You dare to cause trouble in the hall? I'll break your legs if you don't leave."

"..."

Yang Jian was momentarily stunned by the arrival of these uncles and aunts.

You have a ghost in the coffin, and you still dare to burn paper and keep vigil?

Is this true love?

"Uncles, aunts, please listen to me," Yang Jian hurriedly said to avoid being driven away.

"Get out, get out."

The old man, with a bad temper, pulled Yang Jian towards the door.

Yang Jian immediately said, "Uncle, please calm down. I can't hide it anymore. The deceased is actually my brother. I call him 'Brother,' and I am his younger brother. When I heard the news of his death a few days ago, I was overwhelmed with grief... No, I was deeply saddened, so I drove here overnight to pay my respects."

"Last night, I was so eager to be with my brother that I stayed here to keep vigil. I hope you all can understand."

"The deceased was an only child," a woman watching the commotion said.

"..."

Why do you have to contradict me at this moment? It's not easy to lie on the spot.

Yang Jian coughed and said, "I forgot to mention, we are half-brothers, with different fathers and mothers. Although we have no blood relation, we are true brothers, with deep feelings and great righteousness, as witnessed by the sun and the moon. So I hope you all will allow me to stay here and accompany my brother, to see him off."

"But you came into the village in the daytime yesterday, not at night. You must be lying," an old man said.

Damn, you have a good memory. It's a waste not to play mahjong with such a good memory.

Yang Jian said, "Is that so? I remember coming at night. I must have been too worried and confused about day and night, but that doesn't change my heart of missing my brother."

"Are you really my nephew's brother?"

The old man who was pulling Yang Jian looked at him suspiciously.

"Absolutely, I didn't go to school much and didn't take extra classes in elementary school, so I don't know how to lie and only tell the truth," Yang Jian nodded.

The old man scolded, "Why did you come so late? Did you bring white envelopes?"

"Of course, of course."

Yang Jian immediately took out a thousand yuan.

"It's rare for you to have such a heart, keeping vigil for my nephew. You must have been tired last night. If you're not afraid, please stay and help again tonight." The old man grabbed Yang Jian's hand, somewhat excited.

When he pulled his hand back, the thousand yuan was gone.

Yang Jian's lips twitched.

If you had said you wanted a white envelope, it would have been fine. Now I have to pretend to be a relative.

"It's okay, it's okay. This is my nephew's brother from outside, who came to burn paper. Don't misunderstand him in the future," the old man called out to the other villagers.

Yang Jian originally wanted to ask the old man what his deceased nephew's name was, but he thought better of it.

Why ask if there's a ghost in the coffin?

However, this commotion made it clear that he couldn't act during the day. With so many people around, who knows what might happen.

Moreover... why don't the ghosts in the village attack the old people in the village? Even if they prioritize attacking ghost masters, they should start indiscriminate killings when the ghost masters are not around.

Could it be a local ghost, with deep feelings?

Also, something was off about the villagers.

Living in a village where ghosts roam is strange in itself.

But this was not the time to think about these issues. At least in Yang Jian's view, these people were living, breathing humans with body temperatures and heartbeats.

Since they posed no threat, he didn't care if they were strange.

He temporarily left the hall.

Yang Jian sat outside to rest, watching the villagers entering and exiting the hall, burning paper, replacing burned-out candles, and crying over the coffin... It all felt strange.

Do they know about the ghost in the coffin?

While he was resting, his satellite phone rang.

Liu Xiaoyu called.

"Hello, Yang Jian? Is it convenient to talk?"

"If you have something to say, just go ahead. I'm not busy at the moment," Yang Jian said.

"I've checked the photo of the deceased you sent me yesterday," Liu Xiaoyu's voice came from the phone.

Yang Jian asked, "What's the situation?"

"The situation is bad... The person in the photo you sent does not exist in Dachang City, or even in the whole country. In other words, this person does not exist," Liu Xiaoyu said.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed. "No such person? How is that possible? Did you make a mistake?"

The person in the coffin might be a ghost, but the photo of the deceased shouldn't be a ghost's appearance.

"No, this is the result of a supercomputer comparing the national database. The highest similarity in the database is less than 60%, and I've checked the ones with higher similarity, and they are not the same person. Also, your photo has been examined by a professional... The probability of it being a composite is very high," Liu Xiaoyu said.

"What do you mean?" Yang Jian asked.

"It means several photos of different people have been combined to form this image. Do you understand?" Liu Xiaoyu said.

Sitting outside the hall, Yang Jian felt a chill when he looked at the photo of the deceased.

Only now did he realize it.

The photo was different from yesterday.

He opened the photo album on another phone and compared it with the photo of the deceased.

Indeed, there was a change.

The change was vague, but upon careful comparison, he could confirm that the photo from yesterday and today's photo of the deceased were very similar but definitely not the same person.

The photo of the deceased was changing?

Although he didn't know why, Yang Jian felt that this change was not a good sign.

"Hello, Yang Jian, can you hear me?"

Liu Xiaoyu, hearing no response, said, "I've found the file on the Huanggang Village incident you asked me to investigate. I'll send it to your phone. You should have a spare phone, right? The police phone doesn't have the function to receive images."

"Okay, okay," Yang Jian immediately said, giving her his personal phone number.

Soon, he received an email on his phone.

He eagerly opened the file on Huanggang Village. Almost at first glance, his eyes widened, and he almost jumped up from the ground.

"How, how can this be? How is this possible?"

The information in the file filled him with an inexplicable fear.

At that moment,

A few sports cars drove into the village again.

It was Zhang Yiming, Zhang Han, and Ye Jun, who had left last night but did not leave the village.

The fourth update is complete. There's also an additional update for the patron. If I can't finish it today, I'll continue tomorrow. I hope for your understanding.