Mysterious Revival

Chapter 128: Chapter 128 Classmates Reunion

Just yesterday.

Yang Jian received a phone call from his classmate Zhang Wei, who said that there would be a class reunion today, urging the surviving classmates to gather together.

It was said that several of them were going to leave.

Some were moving away, others transferring schools.

Under these circumstances, Yang Jian felt it necessary to go, as this meeting might be the last chance to see the few remaining classmates in this lifetime.

Jiang Yan had been left in charge of the gold purchases. She had been running around diligently these days, so Yang Jian, seeing her hard work, felt at ease—even though money was flowing like water, they had indeed accumulated a substantial amount of physical gold in hand.

This gradually made him feel somewhat reassured.

If his calculations were not wrong, this gold might very likely replace various luxury goods in the future. Although not completely taking over the currencies of all countries, it would definitely become the most valuable thing in the future.

“Perhaps, I should buy a car.”

Yang Jian arrived at the agreed location by taxi. Although he owned a car, he had no choice but to let Jiang Yan use it for business.

Truly a sacrifice, all for the happiness of his employees.

“Yang Jian, over here, here!”

Just as he got out of the taxi and was looking around, he heard Zhang Wei, who was in a landscaped gazebo by the roadside, waving and shouting.

Others waved with their palms.

But Zhang Wei waved by sticking up his middle finger.

Yang Jian’s face darkened at the sight.

“Can’t you change that signature wave of yours?” he walked over, but only saw Yang Wei and Zhao Lei.

Counting him, there were only three.

“Just us few? Aren’t the others coming?” Yang Jian asked.

Zhao Lei, looking somewhat drained as if he’d been suffering from insomnia, said, “Zhang Wei called earlier and said they would come, but we’ve waited for over ten minutes and only you have shown up. Maybe they won’t come after all.”

“How can it be like this? They clearly promised. It’s outrageous that they went back on their word and didn’t give Zhang Wei any face. Xiao Yang, how about you make some arrangements for me?” Zhang Wei said gravely.

Zhao Lei said, “If Yang Jian asks them to come, they’ll definitely come. After all, back when we were in school…”

He stopped there, not wanting to recall such horrifying things.

“Let’s wait a little longer. If they really don’t show up, then forget it. With what has happened, their mental state is probably not good. It’s possible they’re now too afraid to leave their homes,” Yang Jian said.

Zhang Wei sneered, “If that’s the case, then they’re too fragile. Look at me, I’m perfectly fine. I eat when I should eat and drink when I should drink. How could mere ghosts and spirits scare me. Anyway, was the matter with those men in black settled?”

He said this, but he was wearing prayer beads on his wrist, a Bodhisattva hanging around his neck, and even a charm for peace and good fortune tied to his waist, which he’d gotten from somewhere.

He exuded an aura of an ostentatiously wealthy yet devout Buddhist.

“They got the wrong person,” Yang Jian found a casual excuse, “But, why does your face look swollen? Heatiness?”

“No, from playing a game,” Zhang Wei said.

Yang Jian asked, “What game?”

“A method on the internet to test if there’s a ghost in the house.”

Zhang Wei said gravely, “They say that at midnight, if you play rock-paper-scissors with your reflection in the mirror a hundred times, and every time it’s a draw, then there’s no ghost in your house. But if the person in the mirror wins even once, it means there’s a ghost in your house, and you absolutely must not keep living there. You’d have to move out.”

“What does that have to do with your swollen face?” Yang Jian asked.

“I was thinking, what if there really was a ghost? What would I do? So when I played the game, I purposely added a condition; a method to fight a ghost with another ghost, just like what Zhou Zheng said that day, that only a ghost can beat another ghost,” Zhang Wei said.

“After all, I’m quite the thinker.”

“What condition did you add?” Yang Jian asked.

Zhang Wei said, “The clever me decided, whoever wins has to slap themselves. If there really was a ghost, even if it beat me, I’d still end up slapping myself, which meant I’d be safe.”

“As a result, that night, I was so lucky I won all night long, and that’s why I ended up with a swollen face.”

Yang Jian was initially stunned, wanting to praise his cleverness, but then his brow furrowed, “Wait a minute, that doesn’t make sense. If you’re playing rock-paper-scissors with your own reflection, you should always tie. How could you win all night?”

“Huh?”

Reminded by this, Zhang Wei’s eyes widened in shock, looking at him as if he had seen a ghost.

“What did you just say?”

“I said, you’re winning against your own reflection in rock-paper-scissors all night long?” Yang Jian repeated his question, “Have you been under a lot of stress recently, or is there something wrong with your mental state? Maybe you should go to the psychiatric department of the hospital for a check-up.”

Zhang Wei shook his head, “Impossible, impossible. I’ve been resting every day, regularly enjoying chicken dinners and such, how could I possibly be under mental stress?”

“If you’re not under mental stress causing hallucinations, then there really might be a ghost in your house. Otherwise, how could you win against the person in the mirror?” Yang Jian said.

“Oh my God.”

Zhang Wei nearly jumped in fright, “I played rock-paper-scissors with a ghost all night?”

“Zhang Wei, don’t scare me with ghost stories, believe it or not I’ll cry for you to see,” threatened Zhao Lei from the side.

“What bloody ghost story, I’ve encountered a ghost, and it was right in my own home.”

Zhang Wei’s face turned pale with fear, and even though he was standing under the sun, he still felt a chill.

It was as if the story he just told was real.

Not made up.

“Uh…” Yang Jian didn’t know what to say at this point.

Was it that Zhang Wei’s mental stress caused him to hallucinate, or was there really a ghost in his house?

Logically, if he had really encountered a ghost, Zhang Wei should have been scared stiff by now; how could it be that nothing happened to him.

“No, I need to call my parents right away and tell them not to come home, just say that the house is on fire,” Zhang Wei said hurriedly as he fumbled for an old-fashioned push-button cell phone.

Yang Jian said, “If you tell them the house is on fire, your parents will definitely rush home to check it out.”

“Then what should I do?”

Zhang Wei also felt that excuse wasn’t good, “How about saying the toilet exploded at home?”

“I feel that if your parents find out you lied to them and you go back, you might get beaten to death, but are you really sure something’s not right with your house?” asked Yang Jian.

“Of course, why would I lie to you about this, we’re brothers,” exclaimed Zhang Wei.

Yang Jian thought for a moment, “If there really is a problem, I can arrange something for you.”

As he spoke, he picked up his phone and dialed Captain Liu’s number.

While working on a case, Captain Liu who received a call from Yang Jian immediately complained helplessly, “Yang Jian, when you left last time, you caused me a lot of trouble. After you left, Zhao Kaiming threw a fit, and those of us at the scene have been scolded a lot. Although both of you are ghost manipulators, try to minimize conflicts so that we at the bottom can carry on with our work.”

“Sorry, personal grievances should not involve you. I need a favor,” said Yang Jian.

“What is it? If it’s official business, it is my duty to help, but if it’s personal, that’s another story,” stated Captain Liu seriously.

Yang Jian said, “It’s official business with a personal touch, I won’t make things difficult for you. There’s a suspected supernatural event in a residential complex, and I hope you can take some time to cordon off that house, inform the homeowners not to return temporarily, and I’ll call you after I confirm whether there’s a supernatural event or not.”

“That’s official business, not personal at all. Okay, don’t worry, I’ll arrange for someone to seal it off right now. Give me the address,” Captain Liu replied.

Yang Jian gave out Zhang Wei’s home address, “The incident isn’t causing much of a stir, don’t blow it out of proportion, because I’ve only received some information, and it’s better not to cause too much commotion before we’re sure.”

“I understand,” said Captain Liu.

“Thanks a lot,” Yang Jian replied.

“No problem, we rely on you ghost manipulators for handling these special cases,” said Captain Liu.

Yang Jian made a few polite remarks and hung up the phone, “It’s sorted now, your house will be sealed off soon, and then your parents won’t go back. For now, it’s safe.”

“That’s great.” Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

“Should I go to your house later to check it out?”

Zhang Wei said with surprise, “Go to that ghostly place for what? It’s haunted, forget about that house. I’ll change to another place to live later, something like a villa, I still have several of those, and there’s even an apartment in the residential complex across from us.”

“…”

Yang Jian looked at him with a strange expression, “You have so many bloody houses, you should have said so earlier, just not going back would have been the end of it, wasting my phone bill.”

“I didn’t think of it until after the house was sealed off and then I remembered I have other places to live,” said Zhang Wei, somewhat embarrassed.

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore, you go think about what exactly happened with the mirror,” Yang Jian struggled to suppress the urge to hit someone.

Just then, a car stopped by the roadside.

It was Wang Bin, Wang Yan’s father, who drove his daughter Wang Shanshan over.

“Yang Jian, hello, we meet again.”

Upon seeing Yang Jian, Wang Bin immediately presented a very polite smile, walked over, and extended his hand for a handshake.

“Uncle Wang, hello,” Yang Jian replied.

“I heard that you classmates are having a gathering, and I wasn’t too comfortable with Shanshan coming here alone, so I accompanied her. You guys don’t mind, do you?” Wang Bin said with a smile.

“Of course, we don’t mind…..”

Before Yang Jian could finish speaking, he caught a glimpse of Wang Shanshan, whom he hadn’t seen for a while, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Wang Shanshan stood there quietly in a dress, her skin so pale as if drained of all blood, if not for her eyes that were still moving slightly and looking at him, Yang Jian would have thought she was a corpse.

How long had it been since they had resolved the Ghost Infant mark incident?

Less than a month, right?

The once vibrant and beautiful girl, how had she turned into this.