Mysterious Revival

Within the Ferocious Ghost District.

Room 301 of Mingyue Community.

This seemed to be the only room in the entire blocked area with lights on, but the light inside the room couldn't be seen from the outside, and looking at this floor from the outside looked the same as the other floors, with no changes at all.

It was only after Yang Jian had forcibly kicked the door open that the light from the room shone out.

But at this moment.

The door to room 301 was closed again, and this floor returned to its previous state, blackened with thick smoke.

Yang Jian is now standing in the living room of room 301.

Above him was dim, oppressive lighting.

The living room wasn't very large and the style of the old decorations gave it a feeling from a past era, but the place was extremely clean and tidy, as if someone lived there.

Yang Jian touched the old wooden table next to him.

It was spotless, very clean.

"This level of cleanliness is a bit abnormal. Even if someone took care of it, it couldn't possibly be this clean. It's almost like it's being preserved at a certain moment in time. Could it be that this room is also part of the Ghost Domain?"

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly.

A Ghost Domain within a Ghost Domain isn't impossible.

Soon after.

His gaze fell on several items on the wooden table.

A few bowls and plates, the patterns seemed familiar, as if he had seen them before.

Right.

Yang Jian remembered, they were like the plate that held fried rice when trading with the Ghost Cabinet.

That plate had the same pattern, Jiang Yan had investigated it before and found out that it was porcelain from the Republic of China Period, not an antique, just a bit old.

"Again, this informational connection, could it be that this house is connected to the Ghost Cabinet?"

Yang Jian furrowed his brows.

Looking at the mottled red paint on the table, the style did indeed resemble that of the Ghost Cabinet.

If there really was an involvement, then the Ghost Cabinet, this room 301, and the Ghost Post Office are all interconnected... These supernatural events seem to be tied together by an invisible thread, a hidden connection that only those who have experienced it would notice.

After all, Yang Jian's experiences among those who manipulate ghosts are quite extensive.

"What's inside that vegetable basket?"

Suddenly.

Yang Jian noticed an old wicker vegetable basket placed in a corner of the wooden table, a common sight in rural areas in the past, but this basket was well-preserved, the handle smooth and glossy, seemingly conditioned by long-time use.

But the basket was covered with a green floral cloth, hiding something inside.

He hesitated for a moment.

But curiosity seemed to get the better of him.

In the end, he reached over and slightly lifted the floral cloth.

Was that a baby?

No.

It wasn't, it was a baby doll; Yang Jian could clearly see the joints on the doll's arms, not a living body.

This doll wasn't dressed, lying naked in the basket with its eyes shut, seemingly asleep.

However, the body of the doll was blotched with blue and purple, somewhat like the Ghost Infant incident he had experienced before. Yet this doll baby felt even more eerie, looking asleep but as if it could wake and open its eyes at any moment.

"This is a supernatural object."

Yang Jian shivered inwardly, making a judgment and a guess.The harm of a supernatural object actually isn't less than that of a fierce ghost, and in some ways could even be more terrifying than a supernatural incident, such as the incident with the Mysterious Painting.

The Mysterious Painting itself was a supernatural object; it had only become an incident after losing control.

"Don't touch it for now."

With his curiosity satisfied, Yang Jian didn't dare to further provoke death. He covered the cloth back over and didn't tempt to find out what the purpose of the doll in the basket was.

Neither did he want to take it away and claim it as his own.

Mysterious and unknown supernatural objects, once out of control, can pose fatal threats.

Yang Jian's attention shifted from the table to other places.

It was a painting hanging on the wall.

It was an oil painting.

The person in the oil painting was a handsome man from the Republic of China Period, dressed in a uniform, resembling a young warlord or a noble young master, very charismatic.

"Just an ordinary painting, nothing unusual."

Yang Jian observed for a while, then withdrew his gaze.

He merely speculated that the person in the painting was probably related to the owner of the room, or possibly there to remember and pay tribute to some important figure from the past, suggesting that the man in the painting was probably dead.

Strictly speaking.

This was a portrait for remembrance.

Mysterious doll baby.

Portrait in the oil painting.

Continuing deeper into room 301.

Yang Jian was very detailed in his observation, so he moved slowly and cautiously, fearing he might touch some taboo and then encounter some terrible attack, ending up confusedly perishing right here.

Inside were two rooms.

One left, one right.

They should be two bedrooms.

The doors of these two bedrooms were closed, with nothing visible from the outside.

He hesitated for a moment, then chose to open the door on the right.

Creak!

The old wooden door made a sound.

The room inside also emitted dim, yellowish light, as if the light here had always been there, never seeming to go out.

Yang Jian immediately entered, wanting to check it out.

Upon entering the room.

His complexion changed.

He saw something.

A workbench, littered with many torn fabrics, some bizarre hair, old needles and thread, and even an unfinished doll. This doll looked eerily familiar to Yang Jian, just like the scapegoat doll he had given to Li Yang before.

No.

It's not exactly the same, but the scapegoat dolls are quite similar, with odd stitching and unreasonable shapes, all in this particular style.

"Could the scapegoat dolls be sewn here?"

Yang Jian felt a surge of inexplicable horror.

He always thought the scapegoat dolls were supernatural items from a laboratory, but he had also suspected that they weren't mass-produced. After all, if they were, why would they look the way they do, and why would each scapegoat doll be slightly different?

Some have disproportionate legs, some crooked heads, some unequal arms.

He had suspected that perhaps a fierce ghost had made the scapegoat dolls, but dismissed the idea, thinking how could a ghost possibly have the intellect to sew such things.

"Who exactly is the owner of room 301? Are the scapegoat dolls really from here?"

Yang Jian looked at the simple workbench, his expression shifting rapidly, the more he thought about it, the more urgently he wanted to know the answer.

In the end.

Taking a deep breath, he could only temporarily bury his curiosity.

But Yang Jian was certain.

The headquarters was still hiding something from him.

No, it should be hiding something from all the captains.

He continued to look around the place.

Apart from the workbench that might have been used for sewing scapegoat dolls, there was also a female-shaped puppet standing next to it. This puppet had no face; it could only be identified as a female puppet based on its body curves.

The puppet was unclothed.

But Yang Jian felt that it should have worn a dress.

A dress that fits this female puppet perfectly, like... a cheongsam.

But the dress was gone.

He didn't know if it was taken or lost.

Yang Jian's gaze lingered on the puppet for a moment before he shifted his attention, paying heed to other areas.

Then, he suddenly saw a shrine in this room.

Indeed.

No mistake, it was something set up by people who were more superstitious in the past, but it was empty inside, nothing was enshrined, and no god figures were near, unsure if any statues might have fallen off and shattered.

Looking at other areas.

Yang Jian saw a small easel, with a red lacquered stool in front of it.

Clearly, it was a place for painting.

There was also a painting left on the easel.

It was a portrait sketch, but the person in the painting only had half a face, styled in oppressive and distorted fashion, looking almost like it was depicting a fierce ghost, making one feel uncomfortable after looking at the sketch for a few moments.

"From these items, it's not hard to deduce that the owner of room 301 was most likely a woman. She liked sewing dolls, painting, and... worshiping gods. But the absence of any god figures indicates that the worship was just a form of emotional solace; the owner here did not believe in gods."

"But beneath these hobbies, there's an incomprehensible eerie feeling coming through."

Yang Jian pondered these points, and a guess seemed to slowly form in his mind.

The owner of room 301 might be a character left from the Republic of China Period.

Like Old Qin, Door Knocking Ghost before.

A survivor from the supernatural events of the previous era.

"If my guess is correct, then the purpose of this letter is to be delivered to an old figure from the Republic of China Period? What does this involve then? Why does the Ghost Post Office keep showing an address, insisting this letter be delivered? Does this have something to do with some secrets within the Ghost Post Office?"

Yang Jian carried on reasoning.

But lacking key information, his guesses were limited.

Not daring to touch anything in this room.

He turned and left, heading to the room on the left to check it out.

But by now, he was fairly certain that currently, room 301 was unoccupied.

No wonder the Ghost Post Office only asked for the letter to be delivered, but not specifically to the owner of room 301.

"Yang Jian, what's the situation here? Is there any danger?" He stepped out and Li Yi asked cautiously in a low voice.

He, along with Yang Xiaohua and Leuk Qingqing, were standing in the living room, not daring to move or act rashly.

"It's unclear; I need to look further. This building is really odd, though there's no immediate danger that's actually what worries me the most, because many things here aren't quite right... wait, which of you touched those items on the table?"

Yang Jian wasn't surprised by their arrival, he spoke and was ready to investigate the room on the left.

But then his gaze hardened, staring intensely at the vegetable basket on the table from earlier.

The flowered cover over the basket was now lifted, and the doll inside had disappeared.

"We didn't touch anything, we've just been standing here..." Li Yi began, but he immediately shut his mouth.

He was a smart man and swiftly followed Yang Jian's gaze toward the basket, a chill rising from within.

"What was inside that just now?"

"A naked doll, the kind you could buy for twenty yuan from a street stall, only the one in that basket was a bit special." Yang Jian quickly glanced around elsewhere.

He believed that Li Yi and the others hadn't touched that thing.

And now the cloth had been lifted again.

The only possibility was that the doll under the cloth had moved on its own.

"Where is it? Where's that ghostly thing?" Yang Jian searched,

but the room wasn't large, and there were no hidden corners, yet after swiftly scanning the room, he found nothing.

Could it have run outside?

No, that wasn't possible either.

The front door was closed; the doll couldn't have run outside.

Or could it be that the thing was on someone among them?

Realizing this, Yang Jian immediately approached the three of them to verify, absolutely determined not to let that ghostly thing disappear or who knows what terrifying event might happen later.

"Definitely, don't cause any supernatural incidents, there are too many strange things here, which might trigger a chain reaction."

He prayed inwardly, recalling the female puppet, the twisted portrait, and the empty deity seat.