Zhao Lei's Experience

Is something wrong with Zhao Lei?

Looking at Zhao Lei standing outside the window talking to him, Yang Jian, who had been his classmate for three years and was close to Zhang Wei's group, felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity.

This feeling of unfamiliarity is hard to describe; it's just a general sense that something is off.

Yang Jian looked Zhao Lei over but didn't notice anything unusual.

"Wang Shanshan's family is fine, but she's not doing too well herself. Zhang Wei is still the same, staying at home all day playing games and doing live streams. Do you need to see them? How about we get together? Although Sun Ren and Liu Qi aren't back, and my cousin and Miao Xiaoshan aren't here either, it'll still be a small class reunion," Yang Jian.

"Shut up." Zhao Lei had been relatively calm, suddenly became agitated and slammed his hand on the front of the car.

The hood immediately dented significantly, various alarms sounded inside the car, and the airbags deployed.

"Why? Why did you save their family but not ours? Wang Shanshan, Zhang Wei's family's lives are lives, but my family's lives aren't?" Zhao Lei roared, like a raging beast, his emotions running high.

Yang Jian frowned, the strange feeling still lingering in his mind. However, facing Zhao Lei's accusations, he calmly said, "Zhao Lei, I can only express my regret and sympathy for what happened to you. Perhaps many of your family members died in this supernatural event, but I didn't want this outcome either."

"This is a major paranormal event that no one can avoid. I can only protect a limited number of people, and someone will inevitably suffer a tragedy."

Zhao Lei said, "So I'm the only one left in my family who died?"

"You're emotionally unstable right now. Let's calm down for a while before we talk," Yang Jian.

"I don't need to calm down, I need an explanation," Zhao Lei roared.

Yang Jian frowned. "I can't give you an explanation. What you need now is not to specifically find me and question me, but to calm down and figure out the root of the problem. Only then will you understand that I am not the one in the wrong."

"As the person in charge of Dachang City, you have an obligation to resolve the paranormal events here, but you haven't done so," Zhao Lei said.

Yang Jian said, "No one can do everything perfectly. Tragedies can happen in any city with a responsible leader. We are all people who have survived from No. 7 Middle School, and we should learn to accept this cruel reality. Moreover, I feel that your state is very wrong. Although your emotions are very intense, you don't seem like a normal person. Instead, you give me the feeling of..."

"Like a ghost, right?" Zhao Lei finished his sentence, his anger turning into indifference, a cold smile devoid of emotion on his face; "Because I, like you, have become Ghost Tamer."

"It's funny, I searched the whole city for a vengeful ghost, but to no avail. When this happened, I specifically went to your house to ask for your help, but instead I saw someone who looked exactly like you. That person wasn't you, right? Sitting there reading a newspaper, completely still."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

Is that it?

He searched for that thing for a while but couldn't find it. Unexpectedly, it was still in his old house, and Zhao Lei accidentally stumbled upon it.

"How did you survive?" Yang Jian asked immediately. "That thing was very dangerous."

"What do you think?" Zhao Lei's smile held a hint of something sinister.

Upon seeing Zhao Lei's appearance, Yang Jian immediately felt a chill. A certain intuition told him that Zhao Lei's state was strange and dangerous, unlike that of an ordinary Ghost Tamer.

"Were you influenced? Or are you the ghost? The real Zhao Lei is already dead." His gaze sharpened, staring intently at him, one of his Ghost Eye already open restlessly.

Although he only had one encounter with the ghost in his house, Liu Xiaoyu's reminder made him realize that the ghost seemed to be able to tamper with memories, and that the ghost itself was completely unaware of it.

Furthermore, the red newspaper in the ghost's hand seemed to be able to make rubbings of people's faces, but what would happen after the rubbings were made was unknown to him.

Because he managed to escape when he was attacked last time, and the ghost didn't succeed in harming him.

"I know everything about you. There's still a gap between us now. I will come back to you and seek justice for my family who died. From today onwards, we are no longer classmates."

With a strange smile, Zhao Lei slowly backed away, seemingly about to leave.

"Since you've said that, then I'll keep you here today. I can't just leave you here." Yang Jian didn't care how special Zhao Lei's situation was or what changes had occurred to him.

If he has come into contact with the ghost lingering in his house, then there is definitely something wrong.

Therefore, he felt he should first restrict the person's access before slowly conducting research. If all else failed, he would take Zhao Lei down and mail the information to Wang Xiaoming, letting him find the answer.

Moment.

A red light flashed around Yang Jian, and he disappeared from the driver's seat.

They suddenly appeared where Zhao Lei had been standing, intending to grab him immediately.

But Zhao Lei is nowhere to be found.

A red piece of paper fluttered to the ground.

Blood seeped through the red paper, and the outline of a human face appeared clearly on the paper.

This face looks like Zhao Lei's.

"He really did have an accident." Yang Jian's expression changed slightly. Looking at the face on the red paper, a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

This red paper is strange, and it was once held by a ghost. With his memories being arbitrarily altered, Zhao Lei may no longer be considered a Ghost Tamer; rather, he may be the one being controlled by the ghost.

This kind of manipulation is probably something they themselves are unaware of.

Because nobody really knows exactly where their memory went wrong.

Without hesitation, a tall, headless figure emerged from his body, intending to put the paper away first.

But before he could make a move, a cold wind swept through the area.

Red paper fluttered all around, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The entire street has become a desolate, abandoned place.

"The Ghost Domain Realm?" Yang Jian frowned.

He saw the red papers fluttering and swirling in the air, each one bearing a human face—men, women, children, and even Zhao Lei's. These faces displayed expressions of fear, peace, and despair, like masks, eerie and frightening.

And at the end of this street.

There is a bench, like the ones in a park.

A person was sitting on it; only their feet were visible, not their upper body, because they were holding a newspaper and reading it.

Motionless.

He was as stiff as a corpse.