Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 192 The Triggering Medium

The crimson ghost eyes scanned the entire internet cafe environment. Just as Awei had described, the decoration style of the entire internet cafe was still stuck a few years ago, and Yang Jian could still recognize the names of some of the game characters on the posters.

Nothing unusual.

Those who go online sit in front of their computers, acting like living people, typing, smoking, and even getting up and moving around. But their movements are all stiff and mechanical, repeating the same rhythm, like a pre-programmed loop.

"Does triggering require a medium?"

The blond-haired guy was still standing behind the bar. Yang Jian ignored him and turned to Zhang Wei: "Wei, where's the table?"

Zhang Wei pointed to a computer in the corner: "That's the one I use."

Yang Jian walked straight over. The computer screen was still lit up, and the game character was still in the game lobby.

Yang Jian sat down directly and placed his hands on the keyboard.

This action seemed to trigger some medium, and in that instant, the air seemed to be sucked out.

The Ghost Eye's originally clear vision was covered, and a thick layer of deathly blackness enveloped the entire space.

Weird.

It's like looking at the world through a thick black fog, with a hazy and unclear view.

A burnt smell filled the air, like charred plastic or the smell of a cremated corpse, faint and tinged with death.

"coming…"

Yang Jian remained silent, quietly observing his surroundings.

Once he finds the source, he is confident he can dismember it with a single blow.

The blond-haired man was still standing behind the bar, but his face was deathly pale, his eyes were vacant, and he seemed lifeless. He stared blankly at the two of them.

"Hey, Leg Bro, how about we just chop that blond guy up? I feel like my butt hurts when he's staring at me."

Yang Jian shook his head. That blond-haired guy was at most a slightly special ghost slave. Even if he were forcibly dismembered, it wouldn't have much effect.

When faced with this type of widespread paranormal event, finding the source ghost is the best solution.

Yang Jian looked at the screen; he had played this game before.

He remembered clearly that this interface was from four years ago when the game was first released for public testing, which coincided with the time period when the Blue Moon Internet Cafe fire occurred four years ago.

Yang Jian noticed the world channel at the bottom of the screen, where someone was speaking and messages were constantly scrolling.

"A vengeful ghost like Su Fan...?"

I read each message carefully; they felt very real, and the tone was natural, as if someone were actually typing and chatting behind my back.

This reminded Yang Jian of Su Fan, the ghost tamer who always carried a game console and played games, except that he disappeared during the ghost marriage incident in Dahai City and his whereabouts are unknown.

The messages kept popping up, and a person named "Crazy Giant Bear" was very active, almost always the one driving the conversation.

News about paranormal events, such as "There are ghosts in this world" and "There are people who specialize in catching ghosts."

Four or five years ago, this kind of information wouldn't have been available to the average person. This person clearly had some connections, but was definitely not very bright.

Yang Jian tapped his fingers on the keyboard and casually replied with a message.

"How do you know ghosts exist? What evidence do you have? Have you seen them with your own eyes?"

On the world channel, people quickly echoed Yang Jian's sentiments and joined in questioning that person.

Soon, that person replied with a message.

"The ghost is right behind you."

The six simple characters, in a standard computer font, appeared blood-red in Yang Jian's eyes.

Yang Jian realized that his actions had triggered some unknown pattern.

I shouldn't have asked that question...

Something is coming...

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head, and a cold sensation ran down my back.

Turn around sharply.

There was nothing there, just a wall with a cool-looking game character on it.

Oh no… That person's comment in the world chat seems to have triggered some kind of pattern. The acrid smell became even stronger, like being inside a crematorium's metal crematorium, where all sorts of disgusting odors mingled together, making one want to vomit.

Turning around again, I was met with a pale face—it was that blond guy.

Before Huang Mao could speak, the headless ghostly figure at Yang Jian's feet suddenly stood up, its ghostly hand gripping a woodcutter's knife, and slashed at him.

"Crack..."

The machete chopped into the blond-haired man's head, making a sound like striking charcoal, sending chills down his spine.

The stiff corpse fell to the ground with a thud, and Zhang Wei rushed forward and kicked it. "The Funeral Love Family? I'm the second-in-command of the Funeral Ghost Family! Ever heard of it!"

Yang Jian stood to the side, his brows still furrowed.

Something's wrong... This corpse isn't a ghost...

Where is the ghost...?

I kept staring at the computer screen; messages kept popping up.

Just then, a voice came from behind.

"Holy crap! That blond guy got chopped up!"

Yang Jian suddenly turned his head and saw a young man with green hair and heavy eye shadow.

Strangely, although his face was stiff and expressionless, his tone carried a hint of excitement.

Another person nearby chimed in, "Damn, it's true. Should we call the police?"

The ghost eye on its forehead looked down at the group of people.

"Call the police?"

Based on his observations, Yang Jian had always believed that this place was a small supernatural space, and that as long as no living person intervened, it would continue to develop in a stable state forever.

But now Yang Jian has gotten involved. If these people really call the police, will they come...?

“Ah Wei.”

"Hey, Leg Bro."

Do you think this internet cafe is even functional?

Zhang Wei thought for a moment and said, "It should be possible, but there are quite a few viruses."

"Where would we go if we left this internet cafe?" Yang Jian continued to ask.

"Where else could we go? Of course, it's Dachang City." Zhang Wei was puzzled and confused.

Yang Jian did not respond, standing silently in place.

Perhaps this place isn't as simple as I thought...

He raised the machete in his hand, pointed it at the green-haired man, and said, "Call the police right now and say there's a fight. I won't say it a second time."

Green Hair was stunned for a moment, "Holy crap! Who the hell are you? Talking so arrogantly! I..."

"Boom-"

Before he could finish speaking, his head had already hit the ground.

Yang Jian sheathed his machete and looked calmly at the people around him. Their faces remained expressionless, but some people in the crowd had already taken out their phones and started calling the police.

"Hello...is this a police officer?...Yes...there's a fight here...the location is..."

Yang Jian put down his wood-chopping knife.

"Everyone, sit back down and continue browsing the internet."

Everyone moved in unison, sitting down and facing their computers again. The sound of keyboards clicking filled the air once more.

Yang Jian continued, "Awei, do you think anyone will come?"

"Definitely, but with Leg Bro's fame, who would dare to mess with us?"

Yang Jian nodded, said nothing more, and stood quietly in place, waiting for the police to arrive.

The air still smelled of burning, and the light from the computer screens shone on everyone's faces, reflecting a deathly white light.

(End of this chapter)