Chapter 765 732 Peeking and Anomalies

The gathering was coming to an end when Yang Jian left early, leaving the rest of the matters to Wang Bin and Zhang Xiangu. After all, he couldn’t possibly devote his energy to managing business affairs he had no interest in.

As evening approached.

The car stopped in front of the villa at Guanjiang Residential Complex.

“Finally home, so tired,” Jiang Yan stretched lazily after getting out of the car, her cheeks slightly flushed, betraying a trace of tipsiness.

“Get some rest early, and remember to call my mom often. If there’s any issue, contact me immediately. You know the situation in that village,” Yang Jian said.

Jiang Yan cooed, “I know, I’ll take extra care of your mom for you, and I won’t make you worry. I’m going to take a shower now, I’ll come find you afterwards.”

After saying that, she sent him a flirtatious glance and left with a buoyant heart.

“Did you enjoy visiting your hometown with Jiang Yan?” Zhang Liqin asked with a gentle smile, then walked to the side, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian paused for a moment before saying, “She and I almost died in my hometown. That place is haunted by ghosts, vicious ones too. It’s another troublesome supernatural incident. I remember Jiang Yan had a coffin sent over, right?”

“Yes, it’s still in the old house. I didn’t dare to inquire further, nor do I know what’s inside it,” whispered Zhang Liqin.

“Good, I’ll go and check it out later. For now, go to the room and fetch my notebook, and record everything that happened at home,” Yang Jian instructed.

He didn’t dare save such information on a computer; as soon as it’s connected to the internet, it’s like giving it away for free, so he had developed the habit of taking notes instead,

Zhang Liqin nodded and stood up.

But she didn’t leave immediately. Instead, she hesitated for a moment, pursed her red lips, turned around, and suddenly hugged Yang Jian, clinging tightly to him.

“Something wrong?”

Yang Jian asked calmly and indifferently, as though entirely unaffected by her action.

Zhang Liqin murmured softly, “If you have Jiang Yan, what about me? Will you not want me anymore? Can I still sneak into your room to be with you? I know you’re not much into emotions anymore. Maybe to you, I’m just a tool for relieving boredom, expendable. But I’m different. I’m just a normal woman with feelings, and I get jealous and envious. Of course, I can fall for someone too.”

“What are you trying to say?” Yang Jian looked down at her slightly.

“I want to follow you forever. If there’s a chance to go out next time, can you take me with you?” Zhang Liqin looked up at Yang Jian, full of anticipation.

Yang Jian spoke flatly, “Just that? I took Jiang Yan back home because she’s younger than you and can pass as my girlfriend, dealing with some pesky matters. If I took you, those who don’t know might think I’m romancing a wealthy woman. Do you really think I took her on vacation? Once I explain the details of the events back home, you’ll be glad I didn’t bring you along.”

Zhang Liqin’s eyes fluttered, as if she had thought too much.

She understood Yang Jian a bit—his speech is forthright, with no beating around the bush—so she wouldn’t doubt the credibility of his words.

“In a way, you’re more important than Jiang Yan,” Yang Jian suddenly said.

“How so?” Zhang Liqin’s eyes immediately widened, filled with anticipation.

Yang Jian looked out at the pitch-black window, “I need someone to occasionally remind me that I am still human, still have humanity, and haven’t become so twisted that I’ve completely lost interest in women. Your arrival, to some extent, was quite timely because my impulsive streak isn’t always there, and not just anyone dares to come near a freak like me.”

“You’re very brave. If it were Jiang Yan, she wouldn’t even dare to go up to the fifth floor.”

Zhang Liqin said, “I didn’t think that much. And to me, you are different, especially when you use your supernatural powers. It even excites me, not frightening me at all, but rather very appealing, making me want to understand and touch it, even your Ghost Eye—I’ve thought about touching it… “

“Sounds like some sort of mental disorder,” Yang Jian remarked.

An obsession with supernatural powers, or a fascination with anomalies, is a twisted psyche, perhaps developed by Zhang Liqin after undergoing terrible frights.

“No, no, it’s just you. With other people’s ghostly stuff, I only feel disgust and fear, to the point of shaking,” Zhang Liqin hurriedly explained.

“I’m not a doctor, I don’t understand this kind of thinking at all.”

Yang Jian said, “If you don’t have anything else, go upstairs and get the notebook. It’s time to work.”

“Can we talk about it later?”

Zhang Liqin looked at him with a hint of wistfulness, “Jiang Yan is taking a shower now, and she’s really slow. She won’t be out so soon. I want to spend some time alone with you, maybe go to my room, is that okay? It feels like it’s been a long time since we’ve been together, aren’t you planning to spend some time with me?”

“Not interested, won’t go. Better to finish off the work for me first,” Yang Jian flatly refused.

“Alright then, I’ll go get your notebook and record everything,” Zhang Liqin agreed with a pursed mouth, somewhat disappointed as she released Yang Jian, then turned and headed upstairs in her high heels.

Still, she couldn’t help feeling a little thrilled inside because she knew Yang Jian wouldn’t drive her away, and he didn’t regard her as disposable. At least she still had some status and worth, that was enough for her.

“What an enigmatic woman.”

Yang Jian thought to himself, then sat down on the sofa next to him.

While he sat waiting for Zhang Liqin to bring back the notebook, he suddenly became slightly aware and glanced outside the window again.

A ghastly child with a pale, greenish face stood outside the window, staring into the room through the glass. Its red, pupil-less eyes were surveilling everything, as if it had been there for a long time without him noticing it before.

It was the Ghost Child.

Yang Jian’s heart chilled.

The dread that had risen just moments ago now subsided.

He was being too easily startled, always tensing up subconsciously at the sight of such things.

But what was the little fellow secretly watching here?

After standing there for a moment, the Ghost Child, perhaps because Yang Jian had noticed it, turned and trotted away, quickly disappearing into the night.

“That’s not right,”

Yang Jian suddenly stood up, thinking of something, and immediately went outside.

Having taken only a few steps outside the door, he saw a woman under the streetlight of the residential complex, not far away. She was wearing a white dress with a scarf around her neck, her skin unnaturally pale, standing there looking this way with a calm, unswerving gaze, like the eyes of a doll or a puppet.

The Ghost Child lingered by her side, running back and forth, shadows darting about as if playing, or as if protecting her.

Wang Shanshan?

A thought struck Yang Jian, and he immediately approached her: “Are you looking for me?”

“Yes, come with me,” Wang Shanshan said in an indifferent tone.

Yang Jian, not understanding the reason, still followed her.

“What have you been busy with all day? As soon as you come back, you’re all over that woman, cuddling and hugging. Do you really like it that much?” Wang Shanshan asked coldly.

Yang Jian replied, “Being with her is much better than spending all day with corpses and ghosts, isn’t it?”

“Suit yourself.”

Wang Shanshan didn’t care about these things. She said, “The coffin you sent here earlier was shaking… What did you put inside? A ghost? If it’s a ghost, isn’t such treatment a bit too casual? Ordinary coffins shouldn’t be able to contain that sort of thing, right?”

“The coffin is abnormal?” Yang Jian’s expression tightened. “When did it start?”

“Today,” Wang Shanshan said.

Yang Jian frowned: “That shouldn’t be the case. The body inside is no longer capable of waking up, and it should keep decaying until it completely disappears. There shouldn’t be anything unusual.”

He had been observing it for days back in his hometown and there was no sign of any activity.

Otherwise, he would not have dared to have it shipped to the residential complex to keep.

After all, if something went wrong, the people living in this complex would be doomed.

“It seems I was too rash,” reflected Yang Jian internally.

“The reaction of the Ghost Child is strange. I asked it to attack the ghost inside, but the Ghost Child didn’t move,” Wang Shanshan said while walking, her voice clear and pleasant, free of any eerie feeling but with an indescribable air of ethereality.

Yang Jian said, “There are only two possibilities in this case: One is that the Ghost Child is out of control.”

“Impossible, I just sent it to find you, and it obeyed,” Wang Shanshan glanced at him. “Don’t immediately suspect this little thing to be the problem. It’s definitely your coffin that’s faulty. You really shirk your responsibilities, always keen to blame it for any issue.”

“Uh…” Yang Jian paused.

He hadn’t expected Wang Shanshan to be so protective of the Ghost Child.

Could it be that the Ghost Child was something she birthed, and she had developed feelings for it?

“Then it must be that what’s inside the coffin doesn’t meet the conditions for the Ghost Child to attack,” Yang Jian continued. “You commanded it to attack the ghost inside the coffin, but if there is no ghost in there, the Ghost Child won’t act.”

“Hmm, that should be it,” Wang Shanshan nodded.

Yang Jian suddenly thought of another possibility: “There’s a third possibility… Maybe what’s inside the coffin… isn’t a ghost.”

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