Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the dark night, the Ping An Hotel was alerted by a burst of gunfire. Yang Jian's eyes in the presidential suite suddenly opened, and a red light appeared in the darkness.

"Gunshots? Is someone making trouble?"

Yang Jian frowned and looked at the time, but it was only around three in the morning.

"Who is so bold as to make trouble here?"

Yang Jian turned his head and looked in the direction where the gunfire came from, doubts flashing in his eyes.

But suddenly, Yang Jiantong shrank violently, and the sound of stabbing and tearing flesh and blood appeared in the room, and the scarlet ghost eyes flashed with flesh and blood uncontrollably.

They all looked in one direction, but Coco, who was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, sat up with a start, looking around slightly confused.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and stood up from the sofa, staring in one direction. That was upstairs, where something terrifying appeared.

"What the hell! Even the ghost eyes were completely alarmed."

Yang Jian's body was flashing with red lights, and his blood-red ghost eyes were moving restlessly. This was a sign that there were scary ghosts around him.

"It's a bit difficult..."

As Yang Jian stepped closer to Coco, his eyes flickered slightly, and even Coco woke up with a fright, which proved that the thing was not simple.

"How could something like this appear in Dajing City? Mr. Qin doesn't care about it?"

Yang Jian was a little confused, but suddenly he looked slightly surprised, and the ghost eyes on his body suddenly burrowed back into his flesh.

Silence was restored again, while Coco looked out the window in confusion, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, flopped back on the bed, and continued to sleep soundly.

Yang Jian's cheeks twitched slightly, he took a deep breath, walked quickly to the window, and looked at it intently. A ghost eye appeared on his forehead, which could help him see more.

Underneath the Pingan Hotel, Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the ghost eyes on his forehead flashed a dangerous red light.

Through the vision transmitted by the ghost eyes, Yang Jian clearly saw a man wearing an Interpol uniform walking towards the front.

As if aware of Yang Jian's gaze, the walking man paused slightly, turned his head slightly, and looked at Yang Jian's position.

When the man saw clearly the person standing in front of the window, or to be precise, after seeing clearly the scarlet ghost eye, he suddenly realized:

"Ghost-eyed Yang Jian, it's him, that's it."

The man withdrew his gaze and left, his body disappearing into the darkness.

Looking at the direction in which the man disappeared, Yang Jian Tongkong shrank slightly, with some surprise on his face:

"Is there still such a thing in the headquarters?"

The ghost eyes on his forehead moved restlessly, then retracted into his flesh.

"It's really interesting. The foundation of the headquarters is really strong."

Yang Jian walked to the sofa and sat back. Recalling the unfamiliar and numb face just now, Yang Jian was sure that he had never seen this person, or even heard of him.

"I've actually never heard of such a person, there's something about it."

"The headquarters is well hidden."

Yang Jian leaned on the sofa and looked at the city at about three o'clock in the morning. It was quiet and peaceful.

Recalling the gunshots just now, there was no movement after the gunfire. I don’t know what happened.

Winter, winter, winter...

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Yang Jiantong shrank slightly, turned his head and looked around, and found that there was nothing unusual in the direction, so he felt relieved.

"It's not a knocker. What kind of idiot is this? Can't knock properly?"

Yang Jian stood up and walked to the door, looking very unhappy. The few knocks on the door just now happened to coincide with the sounds of the ghost knocking on the door.

If he hadn't noticed nothing unusual around him, he would have suspected that the knocker was here.

"who?"

"It's me, Zhang Lei."

Hearing that it was him, Yang Jian frowned and hesitated for a while before opening the door. He opened the door and looked at the stiff face, feeling a little confused:

"Why are you knocking on the door if you don't sleep in the middle of the night? I don't know if this will scare people to death?"

"Scary?"

Zhang Lei looked at Yang Jian in confusion, scared to death? Who was scared to death? Yang Jian?

Seeing Zhang Lei's stiff smile, Yang Jian's eyes flashed:

"This guy really didn't do it on purpose?"

"Zhang Lei, why are you looking for me if you don't sleep in the middle of the night? Is there something wrong?"

When Zhang Lei heard this, he subconsciously looked at the ceiling, hesitated for a while and asked nervously:

"Did you hear the gunshot just now?"

When Zhang Lei came up and asked such a mindless question, Yang Jian rolled his eyes:

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's so loud that I can't hear you?"

"Uh... yes."

Zhang Lei scratched his head and showed an embarrassed look, but it was obvious that this expression was no longer suitable for his face.

Yang Jian looked at that twisted face and couldn't stand it anymore:

"Okay, let's make a long story short. Just tell me what you want from me."

"Um...that's it. When the gunfire rang out just now, I received a notification that a ghost controller, Li Gui, had revived. However, the notification was very strange. Instead of asking me to deal with this emergency, I was asked to

Do not go to the scene."

Having said this, Zhang Lei was silent for a while, seeming to organize his words:

"So, I just wanted to ask if you have received the same notification."

Yang Jian watched Zhang Lei quietly, looked at the sky outside, then looked at Zhang Lei, and the corners of his eyes twitched twice.

"You came to knock on my door in the middle of the night just because of this?" Yang Jian took a deep breath and almost couldn't help but kill this girl.

This idiot, even if he knocked on the door in the middle of the night, he still knocked exactly like the knocker.

Zhang Lei scratched his head, a little confused:

"Otherwise, is there anything wrong with this? Didn't you promise to tell me the information about the starving ghost tomorrow? So I can't be looking for you because of this."

"I can only come to you because of other things. By the way, have you ever received such a strange notification?"

Yang Jian looked at the wise man with an expressionless face. He was silent for a while and slammed the door. Then two words rang out from the room:

"No."

Then, there was nothing more. Zhang Lei was stunned for a moment, and he was even more surprised. He didn't know why Yang Jian lost such a big temper. He just asked a question. As for this?

"Could it be that Li Gui's revival damaged his brain?"

Zhang Lei thought about it and thought it was very possible. When he turned around and returned to his room, he was still sighing in his heart:

"It seems that people like Yang Jian still can't get rid of the trouble of the ghost's resurgence."

And Yang Jian, who was in the room, his cheeks twitched slightly:

"Isn't this guy's brain damaged by the resuscitation of the evil ghost? Who in the right mind would knock on someone else's door at night just to ask about a trivial matter?"

"Crazy, inexplicable..."

Yang Jian sat back on the sofa, turned his head and looked at the opening occupying the entire big bed, shook his head, and continued to lean on the sofa.

Looking at the night outside the window, Yang Jian basically knew what was going on. The criminal policeman downstairs just now, if nothing unexpected happened, was here to deal with the ghost controller.

After comparing it before and after, it was found that from the sound of the gunshot to the opening and closing of the ghost's eyes, it took no more than five seconds, which means that the unlucky ghost was killed within five seconds.

It only took five seconds from the incident to the end, including the time spent on the road. If you look at it this way, it might be less than five seconds.

Of course, this does not rule out that the person was in the Ping An Hotel at that time, but this may be a bit low. After all, when Yang Jian saw the person, the person was leaving here.

From this point, we can judge that that person does not live here. If he lives here, there is no need to leave. This is very unreasonable.

"This is really a guy who shouldn't be underestimated."

Yang Jian secretly thought that if he was asked to solve this emergency, he would be able to handle it very quickly, but it was far from that speed.

After all, it takes some time to just imprison him, not to mention other things. It is not that easy to deal with a sudden supernatural incident.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, thought about it and lit a cigarette. A wisp of fire loomed in the darkness:

"Forget it, why are you thinking so much? You can't tell the secrets of the headquarters just by looking at it."

Smoke swirled in the darkness, and a pair of blood-red eyes loomed in the darkness.

…………

In the training base and laboratory, Wang Xiaoming looked at a piece of research information in his hand and frowned:

"There is something wrong with the ghost in the ghost coffin. Wei Jing cannot fully integrate with the ghost coffin because of the existence of this fierce ghost."
To be continued...