Yang Jian searched on the website and quickly found an article on the classification of ghost levels.
Upon opening it, there was a line of words reminding: Based on the degree of harm ghosts pose to the world, governments of various countries have divided ghosts into the following levels.
Note: It does not represent the level of horror of the ghost.
Class C: Restricted.
Ghosts that are confined to a certain area, with a degree of harm less than a hundred people, can be restricted and contained by ghost tamers, and are not contagious.
Class B: Dangerous.
Ghosts that have the ability to walk around are very dangerous, but the degree of harm is less than ten thousand people. They cannot be contained but can still be restricted by ghost tamers and have a certain degree of diffusion.
Class A: Disaster.
If left alone, it has the ability to kill the population of a city within a certain period of time, extremely terrifying, currently cannot be restricted or contained, and has a considerable degree of diffusion.
Class S: Destruction.
It has the ability to destroy the population of several cities. If it cannot be curbed, it can even destroy a country.
"Classified by the degree of harm to humans, it does not represent the level of horror of the ghost." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he understood the meaning of the levels above.
Whether it's a Class C or a Class A ghost, the level of horror might be the same, but the Class C ghost is not high enough in level because it is not harmful enough to people.
"The so-called level can only be used for reference and is not very useful."
Yang Jian shook his head and didn't take the level above too seriously. This is the level of disaster that countries divide. If you really meet a ghost, you will still die.
What's the difference between dying yourself and dying a hundred people?
It's all death.
Yang Jian continued to browse other information.
Suddenly, a special list caught his attention.
"Global Ghost Horror Ranking List."
"Even a ranking list is made, these foreigners are really idle. Why not make a ghost girl ranking list? To see which ghost girl is more beautiful, more sexy, and if there is a bikini catwalk show, it would be even better." Yang Jian said to himself. When he opened it, his eyelids suddenly jumped.
His expression immediately became serious.
First on the Ghost Horror List:
Code Name: Ghost Call.
Feature: As long as the phone rings, it is inevitable to die, whether you answer it or not, whether you can hear it or not, it's the same whether there is a mobile phone around, it kills people indiscriminately within the global range, and does not have an entity feature, similar to causal law strikes, currently no solution, fortunately, a ghost call only kills one person at a time, currently defined as Class B.
Note: A foreign president has already died from a ghost call.
"Is this okay?" Yang Jian was dumbfounded after reading it.
This is too unresolved. As soon as the phone rings, people die. It's like a death note, and it doesn't matter if the mobile phone is around or not, even if you are deaf and can't hear it, you will still die.
Second on the Ghost Horror List:
Code Name: Nightmare.
Feature: People die in their sleep, the current action pattern is unclear, the diffusion is unclear, there is no entity feature, it kills people indiscriminately around the world, and there is a record of killing 351 people at a time, currently defined as Class A.
Note: You can avoid nightmares by not sleeping.
Third on the Ghost Horror List:
Code Name: Ghost Eating People.
Yang Jian looked at the ghost horror list and couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.
Killing people indiscriminately around the world.
These few words make people's scalps tingle.
Indefensible, inescapable, and even unpredictable, as long as you encounter it, you will inevitably die, whether you are a billionaire or a poor beggar, or even the president of a country... Everyone is under the threat of ghosts.
People around the world who know about this must be in a state of panic.
"But there are so many people in the world, the chance of really encountering the ghosts on the ranking list is relatively small. If you really encounter it and are killed by a ghost, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky." After a brief shock, Yang Jian quickly regained his composure.
"Go to the bathroom and come back to continue watching."
Yang Jian browsed for a full hour before getting up and leaving the computer.
"Dad, how can you read the newspaper without turning on the light? Be careful not to damage your eyes."
He came to the living room and saw that the lights were not on, so he said.
A middle-aged man is sitting on the sofa at the moment, holding a newspaper in front of his face, as if he is integrated into the surrounding darkness, and he is very seriously reading the news above. He doesn't say a word and doesn't answer Yang Jian.
Yang Jian didn't care much, he went to the bathroom and continued to surf the internet.
It is necessary to understand in the shortest possible time what has happened in this world and find a way to survive.
The parchment said he couldn't live more than three months.
But he doesn't believe that becoming a ghost tamer has no way to survive.
Before, at school, Fang Jing said that he had a way to avoid the ghost tamer from dying of ghost revival.
It's just that Fang Jing died.
The content on the parchment was also rewritten, and Yang Jian doesn't know what this method is, but he thinks there must be a way to survive.
"While looking for a way to survive, you also need to make another worst-case plan..." Yang Jian said to himself.
"The power of the ghost can affect all matter, but there is only one exception: gold."
Signed: Bruce Pi.
An article appeared in his eyes.
Yang Jian opened it and continued to browse, but at this time, a mobile phone next to him rang.
Turn your head and take a look.
It turned out to be that satellite positioning mobile phone of Zhou Zheng.
"Hello, who is it?"
Yang Jian answered the phone and continued to read the article.
"You dare to deceive me, you are not Zhang Wei at all, your name is Yang Jian, from Mei Shan Village, Yang Town, Da Chang City, a province, born on January 1st, now 19 years old, nominally 20 years old..."
Liu Xiaoyu's gritted teeth came from the other end of the phone.
Yang Jian was not surprised, but said: "So you have found Zhang Wei to investigate? The efficiency is average, I thought you would have found out six hours ago. Don't get me wrong, how could I believe a stranger's call at the beginning? What if it's a mobile scam? Giving you false news is also for my own safety."
"How much time and energy have you delayed with your lie?"
Liu Xiaoyu said: "I seriously warn you, you must not do this again next time. We have a lot of events to deal with every day, and the task is very heavy. If everyone is like you, how can we carry out our work?"
"That's true, but I'm not a criminal police officer, and I'm not under your jurisdiction." 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 the newspaper in his hand and looking down at it.
"Dad, what's up?" Yang Jian asked.
The middle-aged man didn't speak, but Liu Xiaoyu in the mobile phone asked: "Who are you talking to? You should keep secrets about this matter and not tell other unrelated people to avoid causing panic. I should explain the confidentiality regulations to you."
"I'm talking to my dad, let's stop for today, and talk next time, I'm still very busy." Yang Jian was about to hang up the phone.
"Wait, wait."
Suddenly, Liu Xiaoyu's voice rose a bit, and she was surprised: "Your dad? What happened on your side? I have your file next to me, and I can see the information from your birth to high school. Where did you get a dad from? Your dad died in a car accident when you were in the fifth grade of elementary school, and your guardian is your mother."
"And there is no record of your mother remarrying."
"That is to say, you have been a single-parent family since elementary school."
Yang Jian said: "What are you talking about, my dad is sitting next to me reading the newspaper."
After saying that, he turned his head and said.
The middle-aged man sitting on the bed next to him didn't move, he raised his arm holding the newspaper, covering his face, and his appearance was unclear. The lights in the living room and bedroom were not turned on, and it was dim everywhere except for the light from the computer monitor. It was impossible to see the words on the newspaper in such a dim environment.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Yang Jian reached out to move the newspaper.
But then he suddenly saw a black and white portrait of a middle-aged man hanging on a cabinet in the room.
Suddenly, his hand froze.
"Yang Jian, there must be a situation on your side, hurry up, leave your residence." Liu Xiaoyu's urgent urging came from the other end of the phone.