Classmates Reunite

Just yesterday.

Yang Jian a call from his classmate Zhang Wei, who said that they were organizing a class reunion today so that the few surviving members of the class could get together.

I heard that several of them are leaving.

Some are moving, some are transferring schools.

Under these circumstances, Yang Jian felt it necessary to make the trip, because this meeting might be the last time he would ever see the other classmates in his class.

The task of acquiring gold has been entrusted to Jiang Yan. She has been working diligently lately, which puts Yang Jian at ease. Although she spends money like water, she has accumulated a considerable amount of physical gold.

This gradually put his mind at ease.

If his calculations are correct, this gold will very likely replace various luxury goods in the future. While it may not completely replace the currencies of various countries, it will certainly be the most valuable thing in the future.

"Maybe I should buy a car."

Yang Jian took a taxi to the agreed location. Although he had a car, he had to give it to Jiang Yan to use for business.

They truly sacrificed themselves for the happiness of their employees.

"Yang Jian, here, here."

Yang Jian had just gotten off the bus, looked around. Before he could find Zhang Wei, he heard him waving and calling out from a scenic pavilion by the roadside.

When others wave, they use their palm.

However, Zhang Wei waved his hand and raised a middle finger.

Yang Jian's face darkened upon seeing this.

"Can't you change your signature waving gesture?" He walked over and only saw Yang Wei and Zhao Lei.

There are only three including him.

"Just the few of us? Aren't the others coming?" Yang Jian asked.

Zhao Lei, who was standing to the side, looked a little unwell, as if he was having trouble sleeping. He said, "Zhang Wei called earlier and said he would come, but we waited for more than ten minutes and only you came. Maybe he's not coming."

"How could they do this? They clearly promised something and then went back on their word. They've gone too far. They don't even give me, Zhang Wei, any face. Xiao Yang, why don't you make some arrangements for me?" Zhang Wei looked at him intently and said.

Zhao Lei said, "If Yang Jian calls, they will definitely come, after all, back in school..."

He stopped there, not wanting to recall such a terrifying event.

"Let's wait a little longer. If they really don't come, then so be it. After what happened, they've probably already suffered some mental problems. They might even be hiding at home, too afraid to come out," Yang Jian.

Zhang Wei sneered, "If that's really the case, then they're too weak. Look at me, I'm perfectly fine, still eating and drinking as usual. How could mere demons and monsters scare me? By the way, have you dealt with those men in black from last time?"

That's what he said, but he wore Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist, a Buddha and Bodhisattva pendant around his neck, and even a peace charm of unknown origin hanging from his waist.

A strong aura of Buddhist-style nouveau riche is palpable.

"They've got the wrong person," Yang Jian said casually, offering an excuse. "But why is your face a little swollen? Are you feeling hot and bothered?"

"No, it's from playing games," Zhang Wei said.

Yang Jian, "What game?"

"A method found online to test if your house is haunted."

Zhang Wei said in a deep voice, "I heard that if you play rock-paper-scissors a hundred times with your reflection in the mirror at midnight, and it's a tie every time, it means there are no ghosts in the house. But if the person in the mirror wins, even just once, it means there are ghosts in the house, and you absolutely can't stay there anymore; you have to move."

"What does this have to do with your swollen face?" Yang Jian asked.

"I was thinking, what if there's a ghost in my house? What should I do? So when I played this game, I added a condition: a way to fight ghosts with ghosts, just like Zhou Zheng said that day, only ghosts can fight ghosts," Zhang Wei said.

"After all, I'm quite good at thinking."

"What condition did you add?" Yang Jian asked.

Zhang Wei said, "The clever me devised a rule: whoever wins has to slap themselves. If there really is a ghost in the house, even if I win, I'll still slap myself. That way, I'll be safe."

"That day, I was incredibly lucky and won all night, so I ended up slapping myself in the face until it was swollen."

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, wanting to praise his wit, but then suddenly frowned and said, "That's not right, you should have drawn every time you played rock-paper-scissors in front of the mirror, how could you have won all night?"

"Um?"

Upon being reminded of this, Zhang Wei immediately widened his eyes and looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

What did you just say?

"I'm saying, can you really win a whole night of rock-paper-scissors by yourself in front of a mirror?"

Yang Jian then asked him in return, "Have you been under a lot of stress lately? Are you having mental health issues? Why don't you go see a neurologist at the hospital?"

Zhang Wei shook his head and said, "Impossible, impossible. I've been resting every day lately, and playing games like PUBG is a regular thing for me. How could I be under so much mental stress?"

"Since it's not that you're hallucinating due to stress, then there might really be ghosts in your house. Otherwise, how could you win against the person in the mirror?" Yang Jian.

"Oh my god."

Zhang Wei screamed and almost jumped up, "I played rock-paper-scissors with a ghost all night?"

"Zhang Wei, don't tell me ghost stories to scare me, or I'll cry!" Zhao Lei threatened from the side.

"Don't tell me any ghost stories, I saw a ghost, and it happened right in my own home."

Zhang Wei's face turned pale with fright. Even though he was standing under the sun, he still felt a chill run down his spine.

It seems like what he just told me was true.

It doesn't seem fabricated.

"Uh..." Yang Jian didn't know what to say at this moment.

Was Zhang Wei hallucinating due to stress, or is his house truly haunted?

Logically speaking, if Zhang Wei had really encountered a ghost, he should have been dead by now. How could he be completely unharmed?

"No, I have to call my parents right away and tell them not to come home. Tell them the house is on fire." Zhang Wei hurriedly pulled out an old-fashioned keypad phone.

Yang Jian, "If you say your house is on fire, your parents will definitely rush home to check."

"Then what should we do?"

Zhang Wei also felt this reason was bad. "How about we say the toilet at home exploded?"

"I feel like if your parents find out you lied to them, you might get beaten to death when you go back home. But are you really sure there's something wrong with your family?" Yang Jian.

"Of course, why would I lie to you about this? We're brothers!" Zhang Wei exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and said, "If there really is a problem, I can make arrangements for you."

As he spoke, he picked up his phone and dialed the number for Captain Liu.

While on duty, Captain Liu received a call from Yang Jian and immediately complained helplessly, "It's Yang Jian! You caused me a lot of trouble when you left last time. Zhao Kaiming flew into a rage after you left, and we got yelled at quite a bit. Although you two are both members of the Ghost Tamer, you should try to avoid conflicts, otherwise it will be difficult for our subordinates to carry out their work."

"I'm sorry, this is a personal matter and I shouldn't involve you. But I need your help with something," Yang Jian.

"What is it? If it's official business, I'll be happy to help; if it's personal, that's another matter," Captain Liu said earnestly.

Yang Jian, "It's a matter of business and personal matters, I won't put you in a difficult position. There seems to be a paranormal event in a neighborhood, and I hope you can take some time to go and seal off that house and tell the homeowner not to go back for the time being. I'll call you back later after I confirm whether there is a paranormal event."

"This is official business, not a private matter. Okay, don't worry, I'll arrange for people to seal it off right away. Give me an address," said Captain Liu.

Yang Jian gave Zhang Wei's address. "The matter isn't too serious, so let's not make a big fuss. I've only received some information myself, and it's best not to cause too much of a stir before we're certain."

"I know that," Captain Liu said.

"Thank you very much," Yang Jian.

"It's alright, we still need to rely on you Ghost Tamer to handle special incidents," Captain Liu said.

Yang Jian exchanged a few polite words and hung up the phone. He said, "It's okay now. Your house will be sealed off soon, and your parents won't be going back. It's safe for now."

"That's great." Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

"How about I come visit your house later?"

Zhang Wei asked in surprise, "What are you going to see in that godforsaken place? Is it haunted? We don't want that house anymore. I'll move to another place, a villa or something, there are several of them. My family also has an apartment in the complex across the street."

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Yang Jian looked at him strangely. "You have so many houses, you should have said so earlier. You could have just not gone. You're wasting my phone bill."

"I didn't realize it until the house was sealed off, then I remembered I had other places to stay," Zhang Wei said somewhat embarrassedly.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. Go and think about what's really going on with the mirror." Yang Jian suppressed the urge to hit him.

However, at that moment, a car stopped on the side of the road.

But then they saw Wang Yan and Wang Bin, who had driven their daughter Wang Shanshan over.

"Yang Jian, hello, we meet again."

Upon seeing Yang Jian, Wang Bin immediately greeted him with a very polite smile, walked over, and proactively extended his hand to shake his.

"Hello, Uncle Wang," Yang Jian replied.

"I heard you had a class reunion, and I was worried about Shanshan coming alone, so I came along. I hope you don't mind," Wang Bin said with a smile.

Of course not.

Before Yang Jian could finish speaking, he glanced at Wang Shanshan, whom he hadn't seen for some time, and his eyes immediately narrowed.

But Wang Shanshan stood there quietly in a dress, her skin pale, as if devoid of any color. If it weren't for her eyes still slightly moving as she looked at him, Yang Jian would have thought she was already a corpse.

How long has it been since the Ghost Infant mark incident was resolved?

It hasn't even been a month yet.

How did a once beautiful and vibrant young girl end up like this?