Mysterious Revival

Chapter 562: Chapter 559 Familiar at First Glance

Is the ghost in Dormitory 402?

Upon hearing Wang Quan’s message and seeing his gestures, Yang Jian’s gaze converged on the second dorm room in the distance.

His deduction was quite correct; the ghost had indeed emerged from the Ghost Painting and was now wandering nearby. It was merely good luck that he hadn’t encountered the ghost that had walked out of the painting.

But it seemed that Wang Quan and his team weren’t as fortunate; the ghost had reached their side first.

However…

Although Yang Jian had pinpointed the ghost’s location, he did not take any action, instead falling into a bout of deep thought and decision-making.

The ghost was in Dormitory 402 opposite him, yet the Ghost Painting was on his side.

The two were not in the same place.

If he were to go now and restrain the ghost that had emerged from the painting, what would he do about the Ghost Painting?

Should he leave it here unattended, and if later upon his return the Ghost Painting was no longer here, would that mean the source of the paranormal activity was the painting on his side or the ghost that had walked out from it?

This question was extremely crucial as it affected his next move.

After all, his Ghost Hand could only restrain one ghost while the Ghost Eye lay dormant.

If he were to restrain the painting, then he wouldn’t be able to deal with the ghost from the painting. Relying solely on the remaining Ghost Shadow to resist would leave him with no confidence at all, and he would have to use a Ghost Candle in case of danger.

To use a Ghost Candle just for a fake Ghost Painting would mean this mission was a failure.

“Captain Wang, something’s not right. Mister Yang hasn’t taken action yet; he’s just standing there watching us,” a team member whispered softly.

Another team member nervously said, “He might not be planning to act at all but wants us to probe the ghost’s pattern of killing, right?”

Although they considered this possibility and somewhat understood such behavior, at such a life-or-death moment everyone would feel disheartened and reluctant.

“Shut up, you’re not usually this talkative.”

Wang Quan sternly stopped this sort of talk, “Focus on Yang Jian’s hand. He hasn’t taken his hands off that door the entire time. With the distance between us, you should be able to see clearly, right? That’s not a door to the dorm, it’s the frame of a painting. Mister Yang has already found the Ghost Painting, and it’s on his side… Meanwhile, the ghost is on our side. Now we must make a choice.”

“Lucky you were eliminated during the headquarters’ selection or you wouldn’t have survived the first supernatural event with that level of observation. Don’t underestimate the choices made at this time. One wrong choice could potentially lead to a dead end for yourselves and others.”

“Ghost Controllers aren’t invincible either. Haven’t plenty died in paranormal events according to the reports?”

Yang Jian was indeed assessing the situation and waiting.

He was waiting for the ghost to appear.

Before the ghost showed itself, he would not abandon the Ghost Painting he had found. It would be foolish to act on Wang Quan’s intelligence alone. He had to see the ghost with his own eyes before moving forward a single step.

Time ticked by slowly.

In such moments, every second seemed to stretch on. Despite the short distance between Yang Jian and Wang Quan, who could see each other’s every move, this short path could result in instant death should the ghost truly emerge; distance would not affect the ultimate outcome.

“Will the ghost emerge from Dormitory 402, or will it simply disappear?” Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly, and the headless shadow behind him swayed as if ready to spring into action at any moment.

This silent waiting did not last long.

Soon, the quiet surroundings were disturbed.

With a creaking sound of a door opening, Dormitory 402’s door slowly swung open, casting a shadow from inside onto the ground.

These ordinary sounds and shadows struck fear into Wang Quan and his companions.

The ghost, having killed the person in that dormitory just now, was about to come out.

As if he had seen it before.

No, he had not seen it before, but something about it looked familiar.

The vague red clothing on the ghost in the painting reminded him of the dress worn by the Dried Corpse Bride he had seen on the supernatural bus.

It was uncertain if they were the same garment; after all, the style of the painting was hazy, and many details were indiscernible.

The hands exposed and the woman’s figure, however, made Yang Jian think of an eerie object he had left in Dachang City.

The Ghost Cabinet.

To be precise, the last transaction he had made with the Ghost Cabinet.

The last transaction was proposed by the Ghost Cabinet, which had him find the location of the person in the photo within a year. Afterward, he obtained an old photo from inside the Ghost Cabinet.

Yang Jian still remembered clearly the content of that photo: a woman sitting in front of an old wooden house, dressed in a red outfit from the Republican era, her hair black and lustrous, her hands as white and delicate as porcelain, and those exquisitely embroidered shoes on her feet peeking out from her dress.

Most importantly, the ghost in the painting and the woman in the Ghost Cabinet’s photo looked very similar… Though the ghost’s face was unclear and hazy, Yang Jian’s instinct told him they must be the same in appearance.

Was the Ghost Cabinet looking for the painting or the ghost in the painting?

Furthermore, that pair of shoes that seemed to be painted on were similar to the embroidered shoes he had obtained from the Ghost Envoy incident at the training base.

Yang Jian’s gaze flickered uncertainly as many terrifying pieces of information began to link together in his mind.

The dress on the Dried Corpse Bride, the ghost in the painting, the ancient house with red lanterns that he had seen on the supernatural bus, the old photo that fell from the Ghost Cabinet after the transaction.

These pieces were coming together like a puzzle, seemingly interrelated.

Of course, it might just be his wild imagination trying to forcibly fit similar ghosts together.

But if Yang Jian’s guess was correct.

Then he might have found most of the puzzle pieces of a ghost.

At that moment, he couldn’t help but entertain a bold thought: if he helped the ghost assemble all the puzzle pieces, what would happen? Would it become the woman in the photo?

Or would it become an even more terrifying ghost, or perhaps none of the above, instead causing some unpredictable aberration?

Because the conditions only allowed for success in one.