The Final Notes

Something's not right.

As Yang Jian drove, he kept thinking about his conversation with Zhao Lei.

Although on the surface it seems like a complete falling out and a desire for revenge, what's the reality?

Zhao Lei only appeared before him on purpose, left a few words, and made the first contact before leaving. He had no intention of harming him at all. Moreover, his last words, "We will meet again, but it's not the right time yet," also raised questions.

Since Zhao Lei feels that he was responsible for the death of his entire family and wants to vent his resentment on him, there is absolutely no need for him to appear in front of him directly.

Furthermore, he couldn't be sure whether Zhao Lei had been completely controlled by the vengeful ghost after encountering it.

Or perhaps Zhao Lei also controlled a part of it, which is why he became the vessel for that ghost.

"The information mentioned a crucial place, which is where I used to live. That's where Zhao Lei had his accident," Yang Jian thought to himself.

He then contacted Liu Xiaoyu again. "Help me check the survival status of Zhao Lei's family again. Are they missing, or did they survive? If they are missing, how many are missing? If they survived, who did they survive? I need definite information."

"Okay, but Dachang City is currently carrying out rescue operations, and many departments are temporarily unable to begin their work, so it will take some time," Liu Xiaoyu said.

Yang Jian, "As long as we have a result, let's try to finalize it as quickly as possible."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you," Liu Xiaoyu said earnestly.

It seems that the operator's attitude changed significantly after the Dachang City incident ended. He became exceptionally friendly, completely losing the somewhat unpleasant tone he used to have.

This made Yang Jian realize how good it is to have status and power.

With the aim of uncovering the truth, he returned to the old neighborhood where he used to live.

A few months ago, when he was still studying at No. 7 Middle School, he rented a house here by himself, while his mother had been working in another city.

Since the paranormal events began, the people at the Ghost Tamer Headquarters seemed to have arranged for my mother to work at a well-known company in J City, using various methods to keep her there, all in order to take care of her family.

Although there had been no contact for some time, the absence of bad news meant that everything was fine, which meant Yang Jian had nothing to worry about.

These hidden benefits can be quite useful at times.

After all, J City is currently the safest place in the country, bar none.

"Arrive."

With the siren blaring and a problem arose in his car, Yang Jian arrived at the entrance of the residential compound.

There was no one there.

A deathly silence.

The dimly lit stairwell looked as if it had been abandoned for years. The elderly people who used to play cards and dance in the square downstairs were nowhere to be seen.

Although the old neighborhood seemed a bit off, Yang Jian knew that the neighborhood itself was fine; the problem was with his own home.

They entered a residential building with practiced ease and then went upstairs.

Arriving at my old house, I found the door was already open. If I remembered correctly, it was because I hadn't closed the door when I left in a hurry, not because a thief had broken in.

Even if there are thieves, anyone who enters this haunted house will be unlucky.

Returning to this familiar place, Yang Jian felt both at home and indifferent. In just a few months, he could hardly recognize himself anymore; the changes in this period of time were simply too rapid.

I went inside.

The layout was still familiar, except that there was a lot more dust in the room. Nothing else had changed, not even the instant noodles and sausages he hadn't finished eating when he was in school on the dining table next to him.

I left that haunted house in a hurry, without taking anything with me, penniless, and in the end I had to resort to some unscrupulous means to get some money.

Looking back now, those experiences were actually quite interesting.

"This is."

Yang Jian shone his phone light on the floor and discovered a pile of scrap paper in the living room.

It's certain that this wasn't left behind after he used it.

These scraps of paper had been deliberately torn into pieces, but not badly. After piecing together a few pieces at random, he discovered a message left by Zhao Lei.

"I'm having memory problems, my situation is very bad, and there are some things I need to write down."

"Yang Jian is right. Controlling a vengeful ghost is a nightmarish experience. I regret my previous curiosity. It's still on my mind. I'm constantly forgetting some very important memories, while some memories that don't belong to me are appearing in my mind."

"It's getting dark in Dachang City. I came here to seek help from Yang Jian, but I haven't found him."

"There's a ghost in this house. When you see this note, run away immediately and get out of here."

"My name is Zhao Lei? Then who is Xu Fan? Who is Zhang Xia? How come I have memories of several people?"

"Not all ghosts can be controlled. I feel like I can't control that thing. It's controlling me. I feel like I'm going crazy. Notes, look at the notes! Remember, you must look at the notes."

"Don't believe anything in the notebook; it was left behind by a ghost who controlled me."

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Yang Jian looked at Zhao Lei's notes and gradually pieced the torn pieces of paper together, constructing an incomplete story from the scattered information.

Zhao Lei came here alone seeking help, and perhaps out of curiosity, he came in because he saw that his door was not closed.

He was then attacked by a vengeful ghost.

Then his memories became confused, but Zhao Lei seemed to have struggled along the way, as if he were fighting a ghost.

In the end, Zhao Lei failed to control the ghost, and his memories were completely rewritten. Several different people's memories were added to his mind. When the incident occurred, Zhao Lei realized this and wanted to leave a note to remind himself, but another ghost left a note saying "Don't believe these things."

The torn paper, broken pen, and signs of struggle on the ground all indicated that Zhao Lei had gone through a very long and painful period of time.

In the end, Zhao Lei failed; he lost his personality, but something else inherited his memories.

"I feel like there's no hope left. I'm about to disappear. I don't know how much longer I can stay conscious. I want to contact someone Yang Jian, but I can't remember who he is. I only know that he's important and can help me."

On a piece of paper, Zhao Lei left a desperate sentence.

Yang Jian looked around in silence.

Continuing to pick up the scraps of paper on the floor, he found a large number of repeated words on a pile of waste paper under the sofa.

"Yang Jian, when you see this, you must kill me. Don't mistake me for Zhao Lei. I am no longer myself; it is using my memories to find you."

"Kill me! Whoever it is, kill me! Don't let them succeed!"

Many papers contained messages in which he wanted to kill Zhao Lei.

But deep within this pile of papers, he found a peculiar crumpled piece of paper, untorn, as if deliberately hidden there.

"I've discovered one of its abilities: it can alter and steal memories. So, during my last moments of lucidity, I can hypnotize myself and try to implant a false memory for that thing to absorb. I don't know if it will work, but this is my last chance. This is all I can do. Yang Jian, I'm so sorry. I'm so useless and have caused you trouble."

Then, the last pile of papers scattered on the ground had the following words written in red ink: Find Yang Jian, take revenge, kill him, I want him to know what he did to me back then.

"Kill Yang Jian! Kill Yang Jian!"

He kept repeating these words, his words filled with a sense of hostility and ferocity.

Self-hypnosis seemed to work; in the end, the false memories were absorbed, and after Zhao Lei's personality disappeared, he only felt hatred for Yang Jian.

This hatred wasn't truly about revenge against Yang Jian, but rather about using it to find him and have Yang Jian deal with the vengeful ghost before it achieved its goal.

This is a method of using the characteristics of vengeful ghosts to kill someone else.

Zhao Lei executed this move brilliantly.

In this desperate situation, I came up with this way to break the deadlock.

However, Zhao Lei's plan was only half successful. Although his self-hypnotized false memories were successful, the vengeful ghost noticed them.

After all, the vengeful ghost had completely absorbed all his memories, and must have also figured out the details of this plan.

Therefore, Zhao Lei knew that Yang Jian was very powerful, but he only had a brief encounter with him before leaving.

"Damn it."

Yang Jian suddenly stood up, a surge of anger welling up in his long-dormant heart.