Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 26 The People Who Don't Exist in Memories
A middle-aged man who couldn't see his face was sitting straight and stiff on the head of Yang Jian's bed. He raised his hand to hold the first newspaper and remained motionless, as if he was really reading the newspaper seriously. news.

All this seems to be normal, and there is nothing strange about it.

However, the darkness in the room was not suitable for reading newspapers at all.

Moreover, this person has maintained this posture since Yang Jian went online until now, and has never changed. It is impossible for ordinary people to do this.

The only change is that this person sat on the sofa in the living room to the head of the bed in the room.

Just moved the location.

From far to near.

This closer distance does not make people feel at ease, on the contrary, it is an inexplicable threat and fear.

Why did my father sit next to me and read the newspaper so well?

Did you have this habit before?

Looking at the portrait hanging on the cabinet in the room, listening to Liu Xiaoyu's urgent urging voice.

Yang Jian realized that something was wrong.

If the file Liu Xiaoyu mentioned is true, is this person still his father?

It seems to be. But it seems not to be.

Did his father really die in a car accident when he was a child?
In Yang Jian's mind, he clearly believed that the person in front of him was his father, and everything seemed so natural, without any falsehood.

"Nevertheless, it's still not quite right."

Yang Jian immediately withdrew his palm, instead of pushing away the newspaper blocking this person, he immediately picked up the phone, stood up abruptly, and stepped back.

Try to stay away from this man who reads the newspaper.

In the end, he was affected by something, and his memory had a problem.

Or is everything in front of me just a dream, not real?
Or, is the whole residential building weird?
"No matter what, let's leave here first, and then try to figure out what's going on." Yang Jian couldn't be sure whether it was something wrong with him, his father, or something around him.

He cautiously retreated from the room to the living room.

Did not disturb the father who read the newspaper.

As he exited the room, he tried to see the face of this man with some curiosity.

However, before Yang Jian saw it clearly, he found that a corner of the newspaper was scarlet, as if soaked in blood, and the rich scarlet seemed to turn into blood and drip down.

Blood-stained newspaper~!

A normal person would read such a newspaper?
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and at this moment he completely believed what Liu Xiaoyu said was true. His father had died in a car accident when he was in elementary school. The file on her side was true, so the so-called It is simply impossible for the father to exist, because the dead cannot be resurrected.

And if the father does not exist, then there is only one possibility for the man sitting on the bed reading the newspaper in front of him, and that is a ghost.

Immediately his heart trembled.

when?
When did this ghost sneak into the house, when did it appear in the house, and when was his memory tampered with?
Or is it that I have been living with this ghost for the past few years?
If it wasn't for Liu Xiaoyu's phone call, would he never be awakened?

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Jian felt horrified.

The moment he stepped out of the room.

The man reading the newspaper suddenly moved, his head turned around at a strange speed, facing Yang Jian.

Immediately, Yang Jian backed away in fright.

This man has no face, no facial features, only a layer of flesh.

"Walk."

Yang Jian let out a low growl in his heart, turned around and fled without saying a word.

It has been thoroughly determined.

This man is a ghost.

However, the moment he turned his head, his eyes immediately went dark, as if he had bumped into something.

a newspaper.
Sticky, fishy, ​​as if stained with thick blood.

The newspaper stuck to his face, and immediately stuck to it. He subconsciously wanted to tear it off, but the blood-stained newspaper seemed to have turned into the skin of his face. It was extremely painful, and it couldn't be torn apart easily.

"Is this ghost starting to attack me?" Yang Jian immediately realized this in his heart.

When he was in school, he had encountered two waves of attacks by evil spirits.

"Only ghosts can deal with ghosts"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, suddenly an eye protruded from the back of his hand and emitted a faint red light.

The palm with this eye had an effect when tearing off the newspaper covering the face.

The newspaper was gradually detaching from the face, like a piece of plaster being gradually torn off.

Yet at this time.

The ghost didn't seem to want to let him go so easily.

Yang Jian felt the ghost approaching, as if pulling the newspaper behind it.

The power of terror came.

The newspaper wrapped around his face shrunk again, sticking tightly to his face, a strong feeling of suffocation and dizziness came quickly.

If this continues, you don't need to be killed by ghosts, but you will be suffocated to death by this weird newspaper.

"Since you want to play, then I'll play with you. You're a ghost, but I'm not a human." A beast-like growl came out of Yang Jian's throat.

Two red eyes popped out of his face.

The newspaper at the position where the eyes grew out immediately made a sound like tearing paper, and was torn open immediately.

The moment the newspaper was torn, the terrifying pulling force behind it was also reduced a lot.

"Come again." Yang Jian gritted his teeth secretly.

The power of this eye can't be used too much, once he uses it, he will be one step closer to death, but right now he doesn't need it, he doesn't need to borrow the power of the ghost in his body, he will die now.

An eye appeared again on the forehead.

"Hey~!"

The blood-stained newspaper pasted on his forehead was torn open again.

The pulling force behind him became lighter again, and at this moment his suffocation and dizziness quickly faded away.

"continue."

Yang Jian knew that the strength of the ghost in his body was not enough.

A fifth eye popped out of his neck.

There was another cut at the eyes where the neck was strangled.

At this time, Yang Jian exerted force with his hands, and the newspaper wrapped around his face was torn to pieces in an instant because of too many rips.

Suffocation, dullness completely disappeared.

Gulps of air rushed in.

There were four eyes on Yang Jian's face, emitting a faint red light.

He looked back.

There was no one behind him, only the blood-stained shreds of newspaper scattered on the ground.

"Get out of here."

Yang Jian was so frightened that he didn't dare to stay for a long time, he opened the door and quickly left the house without taking anything.

And it wasn't long before he left here.

In the room he was in before, a person came out.

The man picked up the torn and scattered newspapers on the ground, and then pieced them together.

Soon the newspaper returned to its previous appearance, still stained with scarlet blood, but there was an outline of a human face on top of the scarlet newspaper.

That face is Yang Jian.

The man picked up the newspaper, then walked to the sofa beside him as if nothing had happened, sat down and continued to raise his arms, looking at the newspaper in front of him without moving, in exactly the same posture as before.

until several hours later.

Suddenly, the man moved.

He slowly lowered his arms, he no longer has no facial features, no face.

At this moment, he showed Yang Jian's face.

However, on the face of this "Yang Jian", the places where the eyes had grown before were blank, as if a clear photo had been forcibly cut away in several places.

The face is not perfect.
(End of this chapter)