Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 117 Records
A huge, old-fashioned dressing mirror stood quietly in the center of the room, covered with a thick black cloth.

Yang Jian glanced at it without lingering, picked up the coffin nails and the body bag containing the ghost, and left the room.

For these vengeful ghosts that he had 'collected,' Yang Jian planned to have several gold coffins custom-made, although the gold body bags issued by headquarters were convenient to carry.

However, the safest way to imprison a vengeful ghost is to completely seal it in a heavy gold container.

Yang Jian arrived at the safe house that Zhang Wei's father had built. The house was now empty and had been completely divided into several small rooms by Yang Jian using gold. Some rarely used supernatural items were stored here, which could be considered Yang Jian's little treasure trove.

For example, Wang Xiaoqiang's ghost is now placed in a golden box that is about half the height of a person.

Yang Jian had considered using these things to enhance the supernatural abilities of his team members before, but supernatural abilities are always uncontrollable. He knew better than anyone that even with the same ghost tamer and the same ghost, it was impossible to guarantee that the original control process could be replicated. If it failed, it meant death.

Unless absolutely necessary, Yang Jian would never voluntarily allow his team members to control a ghost, even if the ghost's danger level is very low.

"It's better to carry coffin nails with you. This ghost released from the mirror can stay here for now."

He sealed the door to the safe house, glanced up, and saw the bright sunlight, but it cast a hollow, cold light on his face. His expressionless face was devoid of emotion, lifeless, like a corpse.

Back at the villa, Jiang Yan went downstairs but didn't see Yang Jian, so she went to work. Zhang Wei was nowhere to be found, and he was now all alone in the villa.

He went up to the second floor to his room, took out a thick black notebook, which recorded all the paranormal events he had experienced along the way.

Turning to a new page, Yang Jian began taking notes.

"My cousin Yang Yuan's background"

"The man we encountered in the black fire, dressed in a warlord's uniform from the Republican era..."

"The figure in the golden light"

"The anomaly of the human skin paper..."

He marked some key points to make it easier to organize.

The earliest timeline Yang Jian could trace back to for his cousin was the Republic of China era. There were no records to verify anything before that. It was simply unbelievable that someone could have lived from the Republic of China era to the present. Even a ghost-controlling master of Qin Lao's caliber faced aging and death. How could someone have traversed such a long period of time using such supernatural means?

If someone could truly survive for such a long time, their understanding of the supernatural would likely far surpass the imagination of all contemporary ghost-controlling individuals. However, my cousin appears no different from ordinary people, and could even be considered somewhat neurotic.

Yang Jian absolutely did not believe in the existence of immortality without any cost; otherwise, such a method would have been widely used by people in the Republic of China long ago, instead of being forced to hide it now due to lifespan limitations.

The encounter in the black fire and the unusual human skin paper—this series of anomalies—can be seen as a chain reaction caused by the same supernatural event.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and lightly touched the words "Republic of China" with the tip of his pen: "That man wearing a military uniform from the Republic of China era."

Faced with a being who seemed capable of crossing into other timelines, Yang Jian was utterly powerless. The vengeful spirit within him was completely suppressed, and he couldn't even sense it.

All these clues point to one era: the Republic of China.

If Yang Jian wants to uncover the secrets behind this, he must delve into some supernatural places that have existed since the Republican era to find clues.

"Caesars Palace Hotel and that ghost post office"

Yang Jian learned about the Ghost Post Office from a woman named Liu Qingqing in Dahai City. He didn't know how to get there, and he didn't intend to rashly enter a supernatural place without any information.

The only place he was relatively familiar with was the Caesars Hotel. The last time Yang Jian went there was when he went in with Zhang Han to take the machete.

Even now, Yang Jian still feels lingering fear at the sight of that terrifying, tall male corpse. He just doesn't know how his killing patterns will change after he loses his machete.

Yang Jian closed his notebook and stood up. One must eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time. Yang Jian planned to rest for a while; after all, troubles were already piling up, and as the saying goes, more debts don't weigh you down, so Yang Jian wasn't in a hurry.

He picked up the phone and dialed Jiang Yan's cell phone.

"I'm here at work."

"Going to work? Huh?!..."

Before Jiang Yan could finish speaking, Yang Jian hung up the phone.

The vehicle drove on the empty roads of Dachang City. The shadow of the starving ghost had not completely dissipated. A small number of citizens had already moved out, and the whole city looked somewhat desolate.

The vehicle was surrounded by a faint red glow. Yang Jian planned to check on the situation in Dachang City first. Since returning from Dajing City, he had been working non-stop, even during the Chinese New Year, dealing with paranormal events.

Yang Jian drove around, observing the unusual activity in the city.

In fact, this is also one of the responsibilities of the person in charge: to patrol the area under their jurisdiction and look for possible paranormal events, not to mention that he is now a team leader.

Although headquarters has not yet issued an official document, no one dares to compete with Yang Jian for the captain position. Both headquarters and other captains have tacitly accepted Yang Jian's status.

This position was earned by Yang Jian step by step, and no one dared to question him.

Looking at the city outside the car window, Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly.

"While ensuring observation... is it possible to do this in one minute...?"

The red light around the vehicle grew stronger, and the next second, the vehicle shot out like an arrow that had been drawn at full power!

A strange red line shot out at a speed that was impossible to detect with the naked eye, an unbelievable speed.

Looking down from the sky, the scarlet trail swept across the entire city of Dachang, the red light passing through the gaps between high-rise buildings, dark alleys, and unnoticed blind spots like a tide, leaving nothing untouched.

A taxi driver was idly waiting at a traffic light when suddenly his vision blurred as he saw a red light and a blurry car shadow. He couldn't even make out any taillights.

"What? When did this guy appear in Dachang City? He can't even see my taillights, Qiuyue Mountain's racing god!"

A minute passed quickly, and Yang Jian drove the car to a steady stop in front of the main entrance of Shangtong Building.

Soon a doorman ran over and opened the car door for him.

"Hello, Mr. Yang."

"Do you know me?" Yang Jian tossed the keys to the doorman.

The doorman politely replied, "Mr. Yang, company policy requires us to know who the boss here is."

"Boss?"

Yang Jian walked into the company suspiciously, thinking that this must be Zhang Wei's doing again.

The Shangtong Building was bustling with activity. Jiang Yan and her team had managed the place impeccably, creating an atmosphere of efficiency and professionalism.

As soon as Yang Jian stepped into the hall, he saw a slightly arrogant figure in the distance, directing a group of people to move things.

(End of this chapter)