Speculation

His breathing was heavy and rapid.

Wang Quan was completely exhausted. In those short ten seconds, he had practically walked on the edge of death. If Yang Jian had been a little slower or hadn't been able to stop the ghost behind him, he would definitely be dead by now.

He knew very well that it would be too easy for a ghost to kill an ordinary person.

"Did it... did it work?" Wang Quan's throat felt a little dry, and he couldn't speak smoothly.

Yang Jian gripped the picture frame with one hand. Looking at the ghostly painting, which was now devoid of any abnormalities, he calmly said, "It's mostly done. I've suppressed the ghostly painting. It won't exhibit any strange behavior until I let go."

"That's good."

Wang Quan wiped the cold sweat dripping from his forehead. "As long as the mission is accomplished, that's all that matters. Thanks to you, Mr. Yang, the losses this time were much smaller than expected."

"Let's not talk about that now, let's put this painting away first," Yang Jian.

Wang Quan nodded, then called out to the people behind him, "You two come and help. The ghost painting has been successfully restrained; there's no danger now."

The two staff members in the distance also looked overjoyed, as if they had survived a disaster. They regained their courage and hurriedly ran over.

Soon, with the help of several people, the huge ghost painting was put into a bag, and then layered inside and out to ensure that there were no gaps.

After confirming there were no problems, Yang Jian withdrew his hand and continued to observe.

After all, this thing has become a bit difficult to deal with, and now that he has finally managed to contain it, he doesn't want anything to go wrong at this final stage.

"There are still some students stranded in this building. Go and take them out now. Mr. Yang and I will keep an eye on the painting. I'll let you know when everything is alright," Wang Quan said.

"Yes, Captain." The two team members immediately began the rescue.

The previous situation was not suitable for rescuing people at all. Ghosts could be roaming around on those two floors at any time. If they wandered around before solving the problem, they would only die faster.

After the two team members had walked away, Yang Jian spoke up, "Tell me, what happened just now?"

Wang Quan was prepared and knew what Yang Jian was asking.

I was attacked by a ghost while running from the other side. This definitely didn't happen for no reason; there must have been a cause. I must have triggered the ghost's killing pattern at some point, which is why it targeted me.

"I think I couldn't help but glance back at that ghost just now," Wang Quan said thoughtfully, offering a guess.

Yang Jian's expression was cold; "No, when you turned around, the ghost didn't even glance at you. It wasn't because you turned around that the ghost started targeting you. Besides, you said before that the ghost entered room 402. I'm asking you, is anyone in that room?"

"Yes, there is a girl," Wang Quan said, adding, "I checked, I'm absolutely sure."

"That girl stayed in her dorm room and never came out, and she had never even seen a ghost, but she was still targeted by a ghost," Yang Jian.

"So it's not that looking back or seeing a ghost will lead to an attack."

Wang Quan nodded slightly. "You're right, but I really can't figure out why the ghost suddenly attacked me. I just walked around the ghost and ran a short distance this way. If I hadn't looked back, I probably wouldn't have done anything."

"You must have overlooked something," Yang Jian. "The killing pattern of ghosts may not lie in their movements; sometimes even breathing can trigger it. Think about it carefully; it's very important to figure out the killing pattern of ghost paintings."

"Today's encounter is a valuable experience. If we can use it as a breakthrough, we will have a certain advantage when facing real ghost paintings, and will not be in a completely passive situation."

"I know, Mr. Yang, don't worry, I will definitely figure it out." Wang Quan nodded solemnly with a stern expression.

He was the only one who was attacked and survived, so there must be a possibility that he possesses the ability to unravel the murder pattern of the ghost paintings.

Yang Jian, "Then keep thinking. You can say anything you think is possible. Don't be afraid of misleading me. Even if it's wrong information, I can still come up with a real answer next time I encounter a ghost painting. It's better than risking your life to come into contact with a ghost painting and make mistakes."

Wang Quan remained silent and fell into deep thought once again.

Yang Jian didn't urge him, but instead observed the situation of the ghost painting while waiting.

The paranormal incident has been temporarily resolved, so he has plenty of time to wait patiently; there's no rush.

"The ghost painting killed someone not because the person had seen it or touched it, but for some other reason," Yang Jian thought to himself.

After their brief initial contact, he had ruled out all possibilities.

At first, he thought that seeing a ghost painting would make him be targeted by it, since the Ghost Eye's reaction to a ghost painting was very obvious. But later he found that this was not the case.

While waiting, all the surviving girls in the building were safely evacuated from the dormitory, and the security outside was slightly relaxed, not as tight as before.

Meanwhile, the events that occurred here were quickly reported to Headquarters.

But none of this has anything to do with Yang Jian.

He wants to use this opportunity to figure out the murder pattern of the ghost painting.

"Maybe it was fear." After a long pause, Wang Quan hesitantly uttered these words: "When I turned around earlier, I was afraid the ghost would chase after me, and then the ghost really did target me."

"Fear?" Yang Jian's gaze darkened.

Could this be the case?

Yang Jiandao said, "Because you're afraid of ghosts, they come to kill you? Is it true that what you fear will come to you?"

"It's possible that the girl in room 402 was terrified, but that's not very likely, because she wasn't the only one who was scared. I also found two female students hiding in another room, but they weren't attacked by a ghost."

"Perhaps it's a condition, like seeing a ghost and then feeling fear," Wang Quan speculated.

First you see, then you fear?

Yang Jian felt that this guess was more plausible than before, but he knew it was definitely not the real answer, because many people who met this condition were not attacked.

For example, those two team members.

They saw ghosts and felt fear; if they met the criteria, they would have been killed long ago.

"Captain, Headquarters has notified us to send the ghost painting over immediately." Just then, a team member rushed over to report.

Yang Jian snapped out of his thoughts and said, "Report this matter to Headquarters and let them analyze it. Notify me immediately when they have any answers or guesses. Let's call it a day."

He felt he was finding it difficult to deduce anything.

After all, he was one of the people who witnessed Wang Quan being attacked, and he saw clearly what Wang Quan did in that short period of time.

"Then I'll take my leave now, Mr. Yang. We can keep in touch later," Wang Quan said.

"Fine," Yang Jian replied coldly.

Wang Quan immediately led his team to prepare to escort the ghost painting back to Headquarters.

At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

"Is there anything else, Mr. Yang?" Wang Quan stopped in his tracks.

"Keep one of those gloves for me," Yang Jian.

Wang Quan was taken aback, looked down, and then immediately took off his gloves. "Mr. Yang, if you need it, you can apply to Headquarters. I believe Headquarters can easily meet this request."

"It's nothing, I don't want to deal with Cao Yanhua," Yang Jian said. "One glove will do. I can't touch things with this hand easily; it's a bit inconvenient for me normally."

"I understand, I understand. These gloves are for Mr. Yang. I hope they fit." Wang Quan handed the work gloves directly to Yang Jian, his gaze lingering on Yang's palm.

Its skin color was completely different from the skin color of other places; it was deathly pale and cold, like the hand of a dead person pieced together on the body in a very incongruous way.

A hand that can suppress even ghostly drawings must also be a ghost.

"Alright, everything's fine now, you can go." Yang Jian put the gloves on the ghost's hand.

The golden gloves fit the palms perfectly, were very soft, yet were also heavy and substantial, making one wonder if they were actually made of gold.

The craftsmanship is impeccable.

If you were to sell it outside, it would probably cost at least a million, considering that the current price of gold has risen to an unbearable level.

"Cao Yanhua, please don't say I'm taking advantage of you behind your back. I've already done this as a free volunteer. If this matter weren't related to Miao Xiaoshan, who would be willing to get involved in this? Now you've gotten rid of me with just a pair of gloves. You've really made a profit. My business trip expenses are never cheap."

Yang Jian thought to himself, and then put gloves on both hands.

Otherwise, having only one hand would be too obvious, and anyone could immediately tell that there's something wrong with their own hand.

"As expected, the influence of the ghost hand has been successfully isolated." Yang Jian reached out and touched his chin. He could no longer feel that eeriness, and he could feel more at ease touching anything in the future.

However, the only inconvenience is that you have to take off your gloves before fighting, which makes it easier for others to notice.

"Let's leave it like this for now." Yang Jian looked at his arm connected to the ghost hand again and shook his head slightly. The arm looked like a rotting corpse, black in color and carrying a faint smell of decay.

This was left behind after being corrupted by the Ghost Messenger; even Gao Zhiqiang's Ghost Deceiver couldn't restore it.

Fortunately, the arm, having been integrated with the coffin nail made by Wang Xiaoming, possessed some kind of ghostly characteristic. Although it looked terrifying, it didn't seem to show any signs of further deterioration and decay.

He pulled up his sleeve to cover his wrist, which looked like it didn't belong to a living person.

Yang Jian left the dormitory building without expression.

You don't need to do the cleanup yourself; once you've dealt with the paranormal event, you can just leave.

Yang Jian believed that Wang Quan would inform him if there were any new discoveries.