An Unusual Answer

"Why did you go out for so long? It's been five or six days, and you haven't replied to my messages."

When Yang Jian got home, he heard Jiang Yan complaining.

Jiang Yan, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, was sitting on the sofa, hugging her fair legs and watching TV. The TV was repeatedly broadcasting various reports about the aftermath of the Dachang City incident.

"Something happened on the way back, and I almost didn't make it back?" Yang Jian sat down casually, looking somewhat relaxed.

Jiang Yan squeezed to the side and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"What else could it be? Of course, it was another paranormal event. I somehow got on a ghost bus with several ghosts on it, and I spent half the night with them." Yang Jian glanced at her.

Several ghosts?

Jiang Yan was startled. "Is it that scary?"

"It's much more terrifying than you imagine. Luckily, you didn't insist on going with me. All twenty-odd passengers who boarded at the same time died. I couldn't have saved them." Yang Jian said, "Forget it, let's not talk about it. What's the situation at home? Why have you been staying here? I haven't seen you at work."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan felt a wave of fear wash over her, and then said, "The sales offices are all closed. I'm unemployed now. Didn't you tell General Manager Zhang that the properties here aren't for sale anymore?"

"Where's Zhang Liqin? Has she left?" Yang Jian suddenly asked.

"Of course she left since you weren't there. Did you expect her to stay here waiting for you?"

Jiang Yan asked with some suspicion, "Why are you so concerned about Zhang Liqin? I've been following you for so long and you've never shown me any concern. Have you fallen for that woman?"

Yang Jian calmly said, "I was planning to set up a company in Dachang City and needed some manpower. She experienced a paranormal event and is considered a rather outstanding talent. I've decided to make her my secretary, and she'll be my employee from now on."

"I disagree," Jiang Yan refused outright. "If she becomes your secretary, what will I be?"

"Aren't you the accountant? Of course you're in charge of finances." Yang Jian glanced at her.

Jiang Yan grabbed his arm and started to whine, "No, you fire her, I'll be your secretary. It would be such a waste for someone as pretty as me not to be your secretary. Besides, secretary outfits are so sexy, I'll definitely look great in one, and you'll be the envy of everyone when you go out. Plus, I can hide under your desk whenever I want."

"Did you look at Zhang Wei's computer again?" Yang Jian tilted his head and looked at her.

Jiang Yan looked around, then leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "It's a new series Zhang Wei found, it's really exciting. I made a copy, we'll watch it together later."

"I've already seen it before, you can look at it yourself. I have something to do, I need to go to the old house." Yang Jian stood up.

Jiang Yan immediately puffed up her cheeks, looking at Yang Jian with an extremely resentful expression. She felt that being Yang Jian's girlfriend was the hardest thing in the world, as he had always been indifferent to her.

"Either you're not good enough, or you're gay." She thought with a wicked grin as she watched Yang Jian's departing figure. "Even if you're gay, I'll straighten you out. Today you ignore me, tomorrow I'll make you unable to resist me. I've got you for life."

Compared to Zhang Liqin, Yang Jian had a deeper influence on Jiang Yan.

Soon.

Yang Jian returned to the old house, bringing a pen and a small notebook with him.

He plans to imitate the original owner of the old house to explore the secrets of this haunted wardrobe.

We entered the old house from the Republican Era with ease.

However, during the few days I was away, construction resumed here. They started digging foundations nearby to build a temple and hide the old house.

Zhang Xiangui was in charge of supervising the construction.

"Uncle Zhang," Yang Jian greeted politely.

Zhang Xiangui turned around and smiled when he saw Yang Jian. "Brother Leg, you've come at the perfect time. The safe house was completed yesterday. Shall we go and take a look?"

"Is it finished? So fast?" Yang Jian asked.

"This is considered slow. I'm working three shifts non-stop, 24 hours a day. If it weren't for the fact that we couldn't find workers when the accident happened last time, it would have been finished long ago. Right now, we're laying turf, planting greenery, and doing interior decoration. But overall, it's already completed. I've calculated that, under normal conditions, it can sustain up to about fifty people." Zhang Xiangui held up five fingers, speaking with great confidence.

Yang Jian, "Isn't it a bit too crowded?"

A small room that can hold fifty people—how crowded would that be?

"If it's just for comfort, then it's definitely not going to work, but if it's for refuge, then we can't be so picky," Zhang Xiangui said. "However, although the safe house is small, there's also an underground shelter connected to it. It's very spacious, three hundred square meters, four stories high. Fifty people can live there, or even play basketball there. In addition, I've dug three safety passages, an emergency exit, and a supplies storage room."

"However, apart from the safe house, the shelters outside are much less secure. I only put a layer of gold leaf on the walls and painted them with gold paint, which is not as sturdy and reliable as the safe house."

After listening, Yang Jian was somewhat impressed by Zhang Xiangui's construction plan. The safe house he had built was simply perfect. If it had been given to him, he definitely could not have done it so well.

Zhang Xiangui really went to great lengths to support his family.

"I trust Uncle Zhang to handle things. I really need to visit the safe house sometime. By the way, where's Zhang Wei? It seems like I haven't seen him for a while," Yang Jian asked.

Mentioning Zhang Wei, Zhang Xiangui sneered, "That kid talked back to me last time, so I sent him to another construction site to play in the sand. If we don't train him, how will he ever be able to stand on his own two feet in society?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian knew that Zhang Wei must have offended Zhang Xiangui again.

"Let the workers rest for half a day today. I need to go into the old house for something, and I'm afraid it won't look good if someone sees me," he then added.

"I've cordoned off the house. It shouldn't be a problem if no workers go in," Zhang Xiangui said. Before he could finish, he saw Yang Jian's serious expression and immediately understood. "You're right. Let the workers rest for now and they can come back to work tomorrow."

Yang Jian wasn't afraid of being seen, but rather that moving the ghost cabinet would trigger supernatural events.

I'm not afraid myself, but it would be wrong to drag these workers into this for no reason.

Soon, Zhang Xiangui notified the foreman to stop work and rest, and the workers on the construction site quickly left.

"Will everything be alright?" he asked cautiously after everyone had left.

Yang Jian, "Nothing will happen. If anything does, I can handle it. Don't worry, Uncle Zhang. But it's better to be safe than sorry, since we live too close and I'm afraid some things might get in the way."

"That's right, safety first. Then I won't bother Brother Leg." Zhang Xiangui knew very well that there were some taboo things in that old house, otherwise someone like Yang Jian wouldn't have been going in and out of there so many times.

Yang Jian nodded, and only after Zhang Xiangui and the others had left did he re-enter the old house.

The Ghost Domain directly penetrated the wall of the second floor of this Republican-era house.

They arrived at the second secret room without any problems.

The secret room was empty except for an old wooden cabinet standing in the middle.

The cabinet doors were tightly closed, and through the wooden lattice, one could see that it was shrouded in a thick, inky darkness, making it impossible to discern what was hidden inside.

Yang Jian turned on his phone's light and placed it beside him. Then he took out paper and a pen and wrote down a sentence: Who are you?

He tore the paper off and carefully tucked it into the cupboard door.

His reasoning process should be correct.

It was stuffed into the top door of the wooden cupboard.

But before he could completely stuff the paper into the gap in the cabinet door, Yang Jian immediately felt that the other end of the paper was being grabbed by something and being pulled inward with great force. Strangely, the thin piece of paper was not torn.

Yang Jian quickly let go.

The Zhang Li disappeared into the cupboard and into the darkness.

But less than ten seconds later, the paper mysteriously fell out from the gap under the cabinet.

Besides the question Yang Jian had asked earlier, there was another crooked black character on the white paper: Ghost.

Put together, it means: Who are you?

The answer is: ghost.

"Another anomaly?" Yang Jian felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the crooked and twisted character for "ghost."

The things in this ghostly cupboard can actually answer my questions; it's practically an unconventional human skin paper.