Yang Jian woke up very early the next day.
Ever since he became a ghost tamer, with the ghostly eye within him, he gradually noticed some changes in his body.
The most obvious characteristic was that he found himself needing less and less sleep, yet he was not tired at all.
"Only six hours of sleep?"
Yang Jian washed his face, looking at himself in the mirror.
He was not haggard; on the contrary, he exuded a cold, distant aura that even he found unfamiliar.
He glanced at the red paper on the back of his hand.
A night had passed, and he had not felt the torment of the ghostly eye's revival; instead, he slept soundly.
But there was an inconspicuous crack on the red paper.
"Does this red paper only treat the symptoms and not the root cause? Or is it just a fragment and not complete?" Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but rub his head.
"It seems that finding a solution to this half-dead state of mine is not as easy as I thought."
Indeed.
Global disasters and supernatural events are happening all over the world.
None of those who have become ghost tamers have found a way to survive; how could he, alone, come up with a solution?
The red paper's ability to suppress the revival of the fierce ghost was just a lucky find.
"Wait, wait."
Yang Jian suddenly remembered the parchment.
He took out the parchment he always carried in his pocket and opened it.
There was a line of text on the parchment:
Today I woke up very early, and I gradually realized that my body is being affected by the ghostly eye. This influence is subtle and ongoing, as I have noticed that I have been sleeping less and less recently... If this continues, I estimate that soon I will be able to stay awake all day and night.
I've heard that ghosts do not need to sleep, and this might be true.
"Before I got you from Fang Jing, he said you know how the ghost tamers can survive? I think he didn't lie to me, so you must have the key clues."
Yang Jian stared at the parchment: "If you are willing to tell me, I think I will reevaluate your existence."
The parchment revealed new writing: I really want to live, and I am gradually feeling the pain of being a ghost tamer. The oppression of death, the worry of the fierce ghost's revival, and the changes in myself... These are not what I should bear at this age. Today, I finally couldn't help but ask that strange human skin again, but I didn't get the answer I wanted... That human skin didn't tell me anything useful.
Or perhaps, there is some secret contained within this human skin, but it just refuses to speak.
What is it hiding?
Yang Jian's expression changed as he read the words on it.
At school, he once thought that the parchment had its own consciousness, but ever since he left school, it lost its guiding role.
That day, within the ghostly domain of the old man, without the guidance of this parchment, he would not have been able to leave alive.
"Since you don't reveal any information to me, you are useless. You might as well burn it to avoid me carrying a piece of human skin around every day, which is creepy."
After washing up, Yang Jian took this ghostly thing and threw it onto the gas stove.
He lit the fire.
However, under the natural gas stove's flame, the parchment remained completely unharmed.
The fire simply could not destroy it.
"Yang Jian, what are you burning, cooking noodles?"
Liu Qiang, smelling the gas, ran out of the room.
Yang Jian looked at the still intact parchment, his mouth twitching slightly: "Nothing, just testing if the stove works."
"If you're cooking noodles, I have ham sausages here," said Liu Qiang.
"I do too."
"Indeed, I should still find a place where no one will ever find it and bury it."
Yang Jian frowned slightly.
Even if he was going to die, he absolutely could not leave such a bizarre thing behind.
Just as he was about to put this human skin paper away.
Suddenly, another line of text appeared: I can no longer get any useful information from this parchment. For future considerations, I plan to discard this parchment and not let others find it. But I was thinking, if I could use this parchment to catch a ghost, maybe I could get the answer I want.
"Catch ghosts? I think you're trying to fool me to my death."
Yang Jian glanced at it, not believing the ghostly words, and just put it away, planning to bury it somewhere in a few days.
Two hours later.
The mall opened.
Although still closed, Yang Jian and Liu Qiang still had to work.
At eight-thirty, they started patrolling.
"By the way, wasn't the elevator closed yesterday? How is it open now?" Yang Jian stood on the escalator, suddenly remembering that the two of them had turned off the lights and elevators before resting yesterday.
It should not be possible for the elevator to be open so early in the morning.
"Sister Li has the keys here. Look, the mall's door is already open. I heard that the boss might come back today, maybe Sister Li has prepared in advance. Why are you always concerned about these things?" Liu Qiang was puzzled.
"Nothing, just asking casually," said Yang Jian.
Today, the mall indeed had all the lights turned on, which was a bit different from the usual darkness.
After patrolling for a circle, Yang Jian did not find anything.
Everything was normal.
But it was this normalcy that made Yang Jian a bit uneasy.
If even he could not find the problem, then there should be no supernatural events in the mall, but why were people missing?
And Yang Jian always felt that there was something wrong with the mall.
But he couldn't put it into words.
However, around ten o'clock.
Several luxury cars stopped at the entrance of the mall.
A group of people got out of the car.
The leader was a middle-aged man in a suit, a bit short.
"The boss is here, be careful, the mall is closed recently, and the boss is not in a good mood," Liu Qiang whispered a reminder.
This short middle-aged man surnamed Tang, named Tang An, was the owner of this mall. He used to be in real estate, and in recent years, he changed his career and opened this mall.
"Master Luo, this is my mall, please take a look, what's the problem with my mall, people have been missing every three days recently? Master Luo, be careful of the steps..."
Boss Tang had a flattering smile, leading a man in his fifties with a greasy face.
Three or five followers followed.
This man, Master Luo, suddenly signaled and said, "You can't enter from the main door, enter from another door. Do you have any other doors in your mall?"
"Yes, yes, there is a delivery door," Boss Tang said hurriedly.
"Then let's enter the mall from there and take a look," said Master Luo.
Yang Jian, at the door, saw this scene, and his mouth twitched slightly.
This is definitely a swindler.
Making a fuss, deceiving people.
Everyone enters and exits from the main door, as do the guests. Why is it not okay with this so-called master? Even if there are ghosts, he should have found them during his patrol.
Unless Master Luo is also a ghost tamer, and his skills are greater than his own.
But looking at his greasy face and energetic appearance, it is obviously impossible to be a ghost tamer.
"You watch here, don't let anyone else come in, and I will call you if there is anything later."
At this time, Sister Li hurriedly came over, said a sentence, and then took a few female colleagues to greet the boss.
Master Luo entered the mall from the side door, leading Boss Tang, the manager, Sister Li, and a group of people to wander around the mall, looking left and right, then nodded and showed a look of understanding, as if he had completely understood the strange things happening in the mall, and did not understand what he had figured out.
Or has he already thought of the script in his heart.
Yang Jian was not interested. Although he knew that Master Luo was a swindler, he did not expose him.
If there were no supernatural events, this million could only be earned by this swindler, and it would not be his turn anyway.
"Hmm?"
However, at this moment, Yang Jian's nose moved, and he smelled a faint smell of corpses again.
"That smell has appeared again, and this time it seems... very close, because the smell is a bit stronger than before."
He turned around to patrol, and the mall was still calm, nothing had happened.