Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 71 The People in the Room

"No problem." Jiang Dan took Zhang Qian's cell phone and entered his number on it.

After understanding that Zhang Qian was not an ordinary person, Jiang Dan was not so resistant to contact with Zhang Qian.

It would be nice to make more friends, after all, she really doesn't have any friends, whether they are of the opposite sex or the same sex.

Maybe it's because few people want to be with the human form of Death?

The only best friend who is not afraid of death often complains that Jiang Dan is more outrageous than Conan in the anime.

After all, Conan encountered murder cases, but everything that happened to Jiang Dan was purely accidental.

"I'm going to wander around the post office. What are your plans?" Zhang Qian invited.

Now it seems that the post office is not a safe place. If there is an extra helper, it will be safer.

Zhang Qian can't do anything like using human life to fill the murder pattern, so ordinary people are a burden to him, but Jiang Dan happens to be a good ghost controller.

"Ah? I..." Jiang Dan subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But she was a little confused. If she wanted to be friends, would it look like she was being disrespectful if she refused like this?

"It's okay. If you have other arrangements, forget it." Seeing Jiang Dan's hesitation, Zhang Qian took the initiative to find a step for her.

"No, no, I'm actually a little curious about this place. Let's go and have a look together." Jiang Dan waved his hands repeatedly, fearing that Zhang Qian would mistakenly think that he was an unkind person.

Anyway, I just watch TV when I go home, so walking around here is just like taking a walk.

She just dared to treat the ghost post office as a park. I am afraid she is the only one who has this mentality.

At least Zhang Qian didn't dare to do this.

"Wait a minute, I'll sort out my things." Zhang Qian opened his backpack and took everything he might need with him.

The most important one is naturally the ghost candle, and in addition there are some scattered props.

"It's more dangerous here, don't you need to prepare?"

"I won't." Jiang Dan quietly hid his satchel behind his back.

She was not as well prepared as Zhang Qian, she only had some small snacks that she carried with her at all times.

"Okay, let's go."

Naturally, Jiang Dan's little move couldn't escape Zhang Qian's eyes, but he didn't ask much, just thinking that Jiang Dan had some secret trump card.

The two walked out of Room 103 side by side, with dark corridors on both sides.

"Is there anywhere you want to go?" Zhang Qian asked.

"Uh..." Jiang Dan felt deeply confused. She didn't know where there was any good place.

So she pointed in a random direction based on her feeling, "Let's go to the right first and take a look?"

"Would you like to go to the hall first? It's similar to what I have in mind." Zhang Qian nodded in agreement, "Those portraits do not look quite right. They can be used as an entry point for exploration."

Jiang Dan is indeed not as simple as it seems, maybe he has already quietly conducted an investigation.

"Well... I think so too." Jiang Dan didn't understand what Zhang Qian was talking about, but still responded seriously.

In such an environment, Zhang Qian naturally had no intention of chatting. Jiang Dan on the other side wanted to strike up a conversation but suffered from the fact that he had no such experience.

So the two of them walked to the hall in silence, and the sound of footsteps attracted many figures in the portrait.

But when they saw that the person coming was Zhang Qianshi, they silently looked away.

It's fun to scare people who don't know anything. This kid knows that they are living people, so he can't tell who is watching and who is laughing.

Zhang Qian ignored these numb portraits and walked straight to the place where he met the young man yesterday evening.

"Disappeared?" The painting hanging in the corner was clearly a portrait of a young man. Even if the portrait disappeared, the painting should be in a certain room.

But what hangs here now is a landscape painting, with endless fields and winding roads...

"No, this is still the original painting, but the picture has been intercepted, leaving only the scenery outside the room, but not the scene inside the room." Zhang Qian discovered the clue.

Is there any secret that needs to be hidden in the room?

Right now, in a small room.

A man of about 30 years old sat on the ground, quietly wiping a rusty sword.

Just touching it with the handkerchief, the blood on the knife showed no sign of diminishing. Instead, it gradually merged into the blade with the man's movements.

The source of the blood stains was a body with dismembered heads lying on the floor next to it.

Although the corpse was decomposed, you could still see the depressions on the head that had been hit by a huge force.

A normal human head must have exploded, but this head strangely remained at the moment before it exploded.

Although the contents of the skull can be seen, its structure is still intact.

"This painting is so ugly."

The inexplicable female voice in the room caused the man's movements to pause.

"Pfft-"

The young man huddled in the corner of the room couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sensing the man's cold gaze, the young man subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and slap himself twice.

Then he remembered that he had no hands for a long time.

Not only his hands, but also his feet were chopped off by the man in front of him a day ago.

But the person in the painting has no such thing as pain, and can even put his hands and feet back together, so it doesn't matter.

"You are very observant. If you take a closer look, this painting does not look as good as yesterday. It seems to have been replaced with a copy that has not imitated the core."

Then the male voice came and stabbed the man again.

Seeing the young man suppressing his laughter, the man was not angry. Instead, he said calmly: "Laugh if you want. You won't have a chance to laugh in the future."

The smile on the young man's face froze, "I don't even know who you are, do you just want to kill me?"

This guy appeared in his painting inexplicably, and without saying a word, he chopped him into a human stick with four swipes.

After chopping, he disappeared inexplicably. Now the young man can't figure out what this guy wanted to do.

"I won't kill people casually." The man denied, "But you are not even a human being, so how can you die?"

"What else can I be if I'm not a human being?" the young man asked doubtfully.

"Afterimage? Illusion? Call it whatever you want." The man stood up, "Didn't you already know that? The real you has left the post office, and what's left of you is just a copy."

"Just like this blood, no matter how lifelike it is, it is nothing more than a supernatural product."

As he spoke, the rusty broadsword was placed on the young man's neck, and a slight pressure brought out a trail of blood.

"Wait, wait..." The young man was panicked at this moment.

It's not like he has never encountered such things as old people bullying newcomers, otherwise he wouldn't have discovered that his hands and feet can be spliced ​​together.

He also has experience in dealing with this kind of thing. Generally, he only needs to show off to make those people feel boring, and he will give up soon.

But this time things seem to be a little different.

(End of this chapter)