Mysterious Recovery

　　 "Will that ghost come?"

　　 Yang Jian stayed at home for the whole night and hadn't slept. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the direction of the door very tired.

　　 The door is not closed.

　　 Because he wanted to see the ghost appear for the first time.

　　 But things are not as perfect as I thought.

　　 "You can't stay here to watch this ghost appear. If the ghost has left here and doesn't plan to come back, I'm just wasting time, and now time is precious to me."

　　 Yang Jian rubbed his bloodshot eyes to let himself sober and relax.

　　 The spirit is tense all night, it must be crazy to continue like this.

　　 "If you can't find this ghost in a short time, then you must plan with both hands." Yang Jian got up from the sofa, took a shower, packed his things and prepared to go out.

　　 has two plans, one is to find a way to survive if he can survive.

　　Second...If you really are going to die, then it is necessary to earn a sum of money to support your parents in the future.

　　 Carrying a schoolbag, Yang Jian walked out of this somewhat old residential building.

　　 looked up at some hot sunlight outside, he felt a little dizzy.

　　 "But ghosts don't seem to be afraid of the sun." Yang Jian touched the back of his hand, and didn't feel any abnormal reaction in that eye.

　　 In other words, even in the daytime, ghosts may appear.

　　 In folklore, ghosts only appear at night. Now it seems that this statement has been overturned.

　　 It can only be said that the light during the day can give people a certain sense of security and make people less fearful.

　　 "Boss, do you recycle your phone?"

　　 Yang Jian came to a small shop on the side of the street that repaired mobile phones.

　　 The mobile phone shop owner took a look and said, "Big Brother doesn't accept it, only smartphones that have been released in the past two years."

　　 Yang Jian sat down and said, "The mobile phone in my hand is not for sale, but these are what I want to sell."

　　He took out the mobile phones that Zhang Wei, Wang Shanshan, Zhao Lei and others did not want from his schoolbag.

　　 "So many? Where did you steal it?" The boss was shocked, and looked at Yang Jian with some suspicion when he looked at the smart phones of various models.

　　 "I don't want my friend, give it to me. Besides, can you steal such a new mobile phone? Boss, please estimate the price, if appropriate, I will sell it to you." Yang Jian said.

　　 The boss took a look and found that they are indeed good products. The mobile phones are very new. The market price is two to three thousand yuan, and the expensive one is seven to eight thousand.

　　 "Your station is worthless, I can only give you three hundred."

　　 "This one is not bad, I received one thousand, this one thousand three..." The boss evaluated the price.

　　 At this time, one of the mobile phones on the counter rang suddenly.

　　 Yang Jian glanced at it, and it said: Dad.

　　God knows which classmate's father this is.

　　 "The owner is calling." The boss said with a smile: "I will be in trouble when I find it. I can only collect 500 for this phone."

　　 After finishing talking, I planned to turn off the phone.

　　 Yang Jian picked up and took the channel; "It wasn't from the owner, but the father of a friend."

"Hey."

　　 A middle-aged man's voice came over the phone: "Is it Yang Jian?"

　　 "It's me, who are you?" Yang Jian said.

　　 "Sure enough, Shanshan's phone is on you. I am Wang Shanshan's father Wang Bin. I want to find you for something. Is it convenient for you? I want to meet you." Wang Bin said.

　　 "It's Uncle Wang, I have something a little bit busy these past two days, it's not very convenient." Yang Jian said.

　　 Wang Bin said: "It won't delay you a lot of time, where are you? I'll drive to pick you up."

　　 "Uncle Wang, if you have something to do, just say it straight. I really have something wrong with me. I can't go away for a while." Yang Jian said.

　　 Wang Bin was silent for a while and said, "It's about my daughter Shanshan. Do you know what happened to Shanshan at school that day?"

　　 "Didn't Wang Shanshan tell you about the haunted school?" Yang Jian said.

　　 School haunted?

　　 On the other side of the phone, Wang Bin was taken aback.

　　 Is there such a ridiculous thing these days?

　　 But Wang Bin didn't laugh, because he thought of the school blockade in the past two days and some weird things that happened to his daughter Shanshan. He felt that there was indeed something unusual in it.

　　 "The school is haunted? Do you high school students still believe this?" He asked with some confusion.

　　 "I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it." Yang Jian said: "What happened to Wang Shanshan? Did you hit a ghost again?"

　　 Wang Bin said: "It may just be that she is a little nervous, timid, and frightened. She always feels that something is looking for her, follow her... and Shanshan said you can help her."

　　 "Something is following her?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he thought for a while: "Is it a baby?"

　　 baby?

　　Wang Bin thought of the palm prints in the bathroom, isn't it just the baby's palm prints?

　　 "Do you think my house is haunted?"

Wang Bin said, "I'm asking you very seriously. Please don't perfuse me with haunting things. Shanshan's situation is very bad. You know something and hope you tell the truth. Of course, in return, I will also I won't owe you anything."

　　 He is a successful man, how can he believe the nonsense in the haunting.

　　 Yang Jian started to ponder.

　　From Wang Bin's tone and attitude on the phone, we can tell that Wang Shanshan did encounter a ghost.

　　 is probably the ghost baby who escaped from school.

　　 It just doesn't make sense.

　　 Although the ghost infant is not as terrifying as the old man knocking on the door, Wang Shanshan is just an ordinary person.

　　 Ghost killing will not discuss with you.

　　 "Hey, can you hear me?" Wang Bin asked when Yang Jian did not speak on the phone.

Yang Jian came back to his senses and said: "I can solve the Wang Shanshan matter, but this is a very troublesome thing. Last time you saved your daughter for free, you almost couldn't get out of school alive, but this time I don’t plan to talk about favors. I won't help for free, so Uncle Wang...make a price, how much do you plan to give to solve this problem for you?"

Wang Bin froze for a while, but quickly reacted, and immediately said: "If Shanshan can return to normal, I can privately give you 20,000 yuan as a benefit. Of course, if you can't help my daughter, you I can't get any money."

　　 I didn't expect that this society called Yang Jian, a student of this kind, knew how to collect money to do things.

　　 Immediately, his tone became much different.

"Twenty thousand? I thought you would say two hundred. Twenty thousand is too little. This is very dangerous. It's not as simple as you think. If I don't show up, it's not just Wang Shanshan. Maybe your family will die. Killing with gadgets is unsympathetic." Yang Jian said.

　　 If he wants to deal with the ghost infant, he must use the power of the ghost.

　　 And this will speed up the time for Li Gui to recover.

　　 In other words, this is helping with fate.

　　 It is a candle to sacrifice oneself and illuminate others.

　　 It is necessary for Yang Jian to earn a labor fee. Besides, Wang Shanshan's family is relatively rich, but she is rather poor.

　　 "Five thousand, how about it?" Wang Bin replied.

"It seems that Uncle Wang still understands the market situation of this kind of thing too well. It is at least US$5 million to resolve a similar incident abroad. "Yang Jian said seriously.

　　 "Damn, half a million, you are crazy about money, and you still have the face to say that it is for the sake of classmates." Wang Bin has a better temper and can't help but go sour when he hears this price.

Yang Jian didn't get angry and smiled: "Uncle Wang, you don't need to be angry. Although it is painful for your family's 500,000 yuan, it's not that you can't get it out. After all, your house is worth at least 4 million yuan. Okay, let’s just talk about it on the phone. Uncle Wang, please reply after you think it through. It’s better to hurry up."

"Because it's not that Wang Shanshan is dead~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it's me. I won't live long, and my mother has to raise it. It's not easy to earn your money in exchange for life. If it's too late, then If you want to find someone to help, it is not something that can be solved by spending a little money. In addition, don't make this phone call in the future. Call me on another cell phone. The phone call is free of money."

　　 After speaking, he told Wang Bin of Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning mobile phone number, and then hung up.

　　 "Friend, if you add up these mobile phones, I will pay 5,000 yuan." The boss said at this time.

　　 Five thousand?

　　 Yang Jian put down the phone and frowned, "So few? Boss, are you kidding me."

　　 "A few of your phones are worthless. For example, the latest fruit phone is a fake." The boss said, "If you don't believe me, I will show it to you."

　　 I really took the phone apart after speaking, and it turned out to be a fake.

Fake?

　　 Let this profiteer shit.

　　Will Zhang Wei's phone be real or fake? Does he not know?

　　 Yang Jian's face sank: "Boss, you didn't secretly drop the phone while I was calling, right?"

　　 "My honest business, how can I do this kind of thing? Your mobile phone is obviously fake. If you don't want to sell it, you can take it back. I won't accept this other mobile phone."

　　 The boss looked indifferent, his attitude changed drastically, and he waved away Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stood up and grabbed his shirt. His bloodshot eyes glowed with a faint red light and said with a strange indifference: "Do you want to die a profiteer? Just say if you want to die, I will fulfill you. It's a lie to me."

　　 The boss looked at Yang Jian's eyes and was shocked.

　　 Is this the look people should have?

　　 Indifferent, without a trace of emotion, there is a kind of appalling weirdness.