Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 25 Where Did You Come From?
Yang Jian searched on the website, and soon found a section on the classification of ghosts.

When I opened it, there was a line of words on it to remind: Governments of various countries divide ghosts into the following levels according to the degree of harm that ghosts do to the world.

Note: It does not represent the horror level of ghosts.

Class C: Restricted class.

The ghosts that are fixed in an area, the degree of harm is less than 100 people, can be restricted and contained by the ghost master, and they are not contagious.

Class B: Dangerous class.

Specters that already have the ability to roam are very dangerous, but the degree of harm is less than 1 people and cannot be contained, but they can still be restricted by ghost masters and have a certain degree of diffusion.

Class A: Disaster Class.

If you leave it alone, you will have the existence of killing the population of a city within a certain period of time. It is extremely terrifying and cannot be restricted or contained at present.

S-Class: Destruction class.

It has the ability to destroy the population of several cities, and even a country if it cannot be contained.

"Dividing the level of ghosts based on the degree of harm to humans does not represent the level of terror of ghosts." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he understood the meaning of the above levels.

Regardless of whether it is a C-level ghost or an A-level ghost, the degree of terror may be similar, but because the C-level ghost is not harmful enough to people, the level cannot be raised.

"The level of what you do can only be used as a reference, and it is of no use."

Yang Jian shook his head, and didn't pay too much attention to the above levels. This is the level of disasters divided by various countries. It's really a ghost, and it's not dead.

What's the difference between dying oneself and dying a hundred?
It's all about death.

Yang Jian continued to browse other information.

Suddenly, a special list made him very concerned.

"Global ranking list of spooky horror levels."

"Even the ranking list has been compiled. These crooked nuts are really free. Why don't you make a list of female ghosts? Let's see which female ghost is more beautiful and sexy. If you make a bikini catwalk show, it will be even better." Alright." Yang Jian said to himself, and when he opened his eyelids, his eyelids twitched.

His expression immediately became serious.

No. [-] in the ghost list:

Code name: Ghost call.

Features: As long as the phone rings, you will definitely die. Whether you answer it or not, whether you can hear it or not, it doesn’t matter if you have a mobile phone around you. It kills people indiscriminately around the world. It does not have physical characteristics. It is similar to the law of causality. There is no solution at present, but fortunately A ghost call only kills one person, which is currently defined as a B-level.

Note: A foreign president has died from a ghost call.

"That's fine." Yang Jian was dumbfounded after reading it.

This is too incomprehensible, as soon as the phone rings, you will die, it is simply a reminder, and it doesn't matter whether you have a mobile phone by your side, even if you are deaf and can't hear it, you will die the same.

The ghost ranking second:
Codename: Nightmare.

Features: People die in their sleep. Currently, the law of killing behavior is unknown, and the spread is unknown. It does not have physical characteristics. It kills people indiscriminately around the world. It has a record of killing 350 people at one time. It is currently defined as Class A.

Note: Nightmares can be avoided by not sleeping.

Ghost ranking third:
Code Name: Ghost Eater.

特征
Yang Jian looked at the list of ghosts and couldn't help but feel a burst of despair.

Global indiscriminate killing.

These few words simply make one's scalp tingle.

Can't defend, can't escape, can't even predict, as long as you touch it, you will die, even if you are a billionaire, or a poor beggar, or even the president of a country, anyone is under the threat of a ghost .

People in the world who know the existence of this thing must be panic-stricken.

"However, with so many people in the world, the chances of bumping into a ghost on the ranking list are relatively small. If you really encounter a ghost and kill you, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky." After a brief shock, Yang Jian quickly recovered. Calm down.

"Go to the toilet, come back and continue reading."

After browsing for an hour, Yang Jian got up and left the computer.

"Dad, why don't you turn on the light to read the newspaper? Be careful of your eyes."

He came to the living room and opened his mouth when he saw that there was no light in the living room.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa with a newspaper covering his face at the moment, as if the surrounding darkness seemed to merge into one, and he was watching the news seriously. He didn't say a word, and didn't answer Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't care too much, he continued to surf the Internet after going to the toilet.

It is necessary to understand what happened in this world in the shortest possible time, so as to find a way to survive,
The parchment said he had less than three months to live.

But he didn't believe that if he became a ghost master, he would have no way to survive.

Fang Jing said when he was in school before that he had a way to prevent ghost masters from dying from the resuscitation of ghosts.

It's just that Fang Jing is dead.

The content on the parchment was also rewritten. Yang Jian didn't know what the method was, but he felt that there must be a way to survive.

"While looking for a way to survive, we also need to make another plan for the worst," Yang Jian thought to himself.

"The power of ghosts can affect all matter, but one exception: gold"

Signed: Bruce Pi.

A paper appeared in his eyes.

Yang Jian opened it and continued to browse, but at this time a mobile phone next to him rang.

Turn around and look,
It was Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning phone.

"Hey, who is it?"

Yang directly talked on the phone and continued to look at the essay.

"You dare to lie to me. Your name is not Zhang Wei at all. Your name is Yang Jian. You are from Meishan Village, Yang Town, Dachang City, a certain province. You were born on January 19st. Now you are [-] years old, and you are [-] years old."

The voice of Liu Xiaoyu gnashing his teeth came from the phone.

Yang Jian was not surprised, but said: "So you have already found Zhang Wei to investigate? The efficiency is average. I thought you would have found out six hours ago. Don't get me wrong. I was so good at the beginning. Trust a stranger’s phone call? What if it’s a phone scam? Giving you fake news is also for your own safety.”

"How much time and energy was wasted because of one of your lies?"

Liu Xiaoyu said: "I seriously warn you, you are absolutely not allowed to do this again next time, we have a lot of incidents to deal with every day, and the tasks are very heavy, if everyone is like you, then how can we carry out our work? "

"That being said, I'm not a member of the ghost master organization, so I'm not under your control." Yang Jian said indifferently.

At this time, the middle-aged man in the living room came in and sat on the bed next to Yang Jian. He didn't say a word, holding a newspaper in his hand and looking down.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Yang Jian asked.

The middle-aged man did not speak, but Liu Xiaoyu on the phone asked: "Who are you talking to? You should keep this matter a secret, and you should not tell other irrelevant people, so as not to cause panic. I should explain it to you. Check out the confidentiality policy."

"I'm talking to my dad. Let's stop here for today. I'll talk to you next time. I'm still busy." Yang Jian was about to hang up the phone.

"wait wait wait."

Suddenly Liu Xiaoyu's voice rose a little bit, and he said in surprise: "Your father? What happened to you? I have your file next to me. I can see your information from birth to high school. Where are you? Dad? Your dad died in a car accident when you were in fifth grade, and your guardian is your mother."

"And there is no mention of your mother's remarriage."

"That means you have been in a single-parent family since elementary school."

Yang Jian said: "What nonsense are you talking about, my dad is sitting next to me reading the newspaper."

After he finished speaking, he turned around.

The middle-aged man sitting on the bed next to him was motionless. He raised his arms and held a newspaper, covering his face, so he could not see his face clearly. The lights in the living room and bedroom were not turned on, and other places were dim except for the light of the computer monitor. And in such a dim environment, it is impossible to read the words on the newspaper clearly.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Yang Jian stretched out his hand to push the newspaper away.

But then he suddenly saw a black and white portrait of a middle-aged man hanging on a cabinet in the room.

Suddenly, his hands froze.

"Yang Jian, there must be something wrong with you. Hurry up and leave your residence."

Liu Xiaoyu's urgent urging sound came from the other end of the phone.

(End of this chapter)