After dealing with the disturbance in the village, Yang Jian had been sitting quietly in the trunk of the car, suppressing the ghost so that it couldn't open its eyes and wake up.
The process was simple, yet it still contained hidden dangers.
During this ti, he couldn't carelessly use the power of the malevolent ghost.
So while keeping an eye on the ghost, he also had to be mindful of his own condition. After all, this ghost suppression slot was usually used on himself; there was no problem using it briefly on a ghost, but Yang Jian had never tried it for an extended period.
Around noon.
Hu Kai ca over with a file folder and handed it to Yang Jian, then said, "Chief Yang, there's sothing strange about this."
"What is it?" Yang Jian took the file folder with one hand and started to examine it without lifting his head.
"I only found your father's records, and those are quite old, with not much information. As for the cousin you ntioned, nad Liang Yuan, I couldn't find her records," Hu Kai explained.
Yang Jian paused in his actions, lifted his head, and frowned, "You didn't find them?"
"Yes, I couldn't find any. There are simply no records of this person's existence. I can find the records of everyone else in ishan Village, but hers are nowhere to be found," Hu Kai said in a low voice; "There's not a single person nad Liang Yuan in the archives, but I have asked other villagers and confird that such a person indeed exists."
"So, I can only deduce that your cousin wasn't entered into the records; she's unregistered, without an identity. However, I took the initiative to register her. Here is her new household registration book and her new ID card."
After saying that, Hu Kai handed over another docunt bag.
Yang Jian waved his hand, "Wait a mont, all of this is secondary. I want to know, why can't my cousin's records be found? Normally, after a person is born, records are established, aren't they? You need these for things like school. It's impossible to have no records."
"That's correct. However, her na is an extra, unverifiable one. As for how she was born and enrolled in school, I'm not sure yet. I need so ti to investigate," Hu Kai said.
"No, don't bother. Go check the past archives, the people of ishan Village who were born and died in the past. Whether it's using facial recognition or manual comparison, it shouldn't be difficult to find so traces since there aren't many people in the village. Give an answer before evening," Yang Jian instructed, staring at him.
"No problem, the records of this village's people are easy to find," Hu Kai responded. "I'll get right on it."
As he saw Hu Kai leave, Yang Jian's heart grew even more restless.
It seed that he was uncovering yet another hidden existence.
His cousin was not as simple as he had imagined. The person in the nightmare had said that Xiao Yuan was an accident.
As for what kind of accident, Yang Jian was unclear, but that didn't hinder his search for the truth.
Afterward.
Jiang Yan returned. She had just finished compensating the remaining households and heaved a sigh of relief, "Finally, it's over. Yang Jian, you've spent quite a sum, a good few tens of millions. I've been busy until now, just finished transferring the money. But so people are really lucky. There's only an elderly person at ho, with no younger generation present. They stumbled upon a fortune. When I called them, they weren't sad at all; they were almost ecstatic."
"Nowadays, people really value money over life. If they were here, they would certainly have caused a fuss."
"It's alright, you've done well," Yang Jian said with a slight nod. "A few tens of millions is just the price of an apartnt in the community. But for them, it's an opportunity to change their fate." .
"Hehe, thinking like that makes feel less heartache," Jiang Yan said with a laugh.
Even though it was Yang Jian's money being spent, she was the one feeling the pinch. As Yang Jian's housekeeper, it pained her to see every penny go out.
"You go back and rest first. Go talk and have a chat with my mom. I still have things to take care of," Yang Jian waved his hand at this mont, signaling her to leave.
Since he saw Hu Kai returning.
"Alright then, what do you want to eat for dinner? I'll bring it over later," Jiang Yan blinked and said.
Yang Jian said, "Just anything is fine."
"Then I'm heading ho." Jiang Yan also saw Hu Kai and obediently left.
Once she was gone, Hu Kai pulled out an old file.
"Chief Yang, I did find sothing special. Take a look at this archive. It's quite old and was supposed to be destroyed. However, due to the supernatural incidents years ago, we were ordered to preserve these old records, otherwise, we really wouldn't have found anything," he said.
While talking, he opened the file and handed a docunt to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian took it and glanced at it, his pupils instantly constricting.
The file was very old, with handwritten information, not printed. The photos were black and white, and so had faded a bit, slightly blurred, but he could still clearly see the person on the file.
It was a woman.
Approximately seventeen or eighteen years old, looking exactly like his cousin Xiao Yuan, with two large braids and long hair.
But his current cousin had shoulder-length hair, not that long.
The na was... Yang Yuanyuan.
The date of birth was... forty years ago.
Yang Jian didn't recognize mbers of his family or anything like that; they were strangers to him, and if they existed, they were probably all dead.
"This person is from my father's generation," Yang Jian said in a subdued voice.
Hu Kai said, "Yes, I've looked into this person's relations. To be precise, this Yang Yuanyuan was your father's cousin, but she wasn't from our village. As for where she was from, I don't know. The technology back then was not mature, and a lot of information has been lost."
"This person nad Yang Yuanyuan is dead? And the cause of death is... drowning?" Yang Jian then found another docunt and imdiately frowned.
Hu Kai said awkwardly, "That's correct, which is why I can't determine whether she has any connection to your cousin or not. They just look exactly alike, after all, a dead person can't be brought back to life."
Although he knew of many bizarre supernatural incidents, he still didn't believe the two were related.
"Who says the dead cannot be brought back to life?" Yang Jian glanced at him.
"Huh?" Hu Kai's eyes widened. "Has there been such a precedent?"
Yang Jian didn't answer. How could he say that he himself could bring the dead back to life?
The so-called resurrection was not truly bringing soone back to life but using supernatural thods to preserve that person's mory. For him, it was quite simple, using the blood-stained old newspaper, tearing off a person's face, and then attaching it to another corpse. This way, the dead had a high probability of being resurrected in a new body.
Of course, the ti since the person's death couldn't be too long; if it was, it might not work.
There was another alternative thod.
With the Headless Ghost Shadow, Yang Jian could also attach a living person's head to a new body, but this condition was stricter. It wasn't possible to bring back the dead, only to switch bodies.
In short, using supernatural ans, it was possible to "resurrect" a person.
This type of resurrection was not a true return to life, but rather an alternative form of existence.
Turned into sothing neither human nor ghost,
"So, the accident that person ntioned refers to this? Xiao Yuan doesn't exist in the present, but is an anomaly existing because of supernatural powers?" Yang Jian pondered, still holding the docunt in his hand.
To achieve this, it was necessary to modify mories.
Otherwise, if a person suddenly appeared out of nowhere, many would be suspicious.
The blood-stained old newspaper could modify mories, or more accurately, the ghost that read the newspaper could modify mories.
If this were true,
It must have been done by my father before he passed away.
Indeed.
Did my father control more than one ghost while he was alive?
The nightmare ghosts and the mory-modifying ghosts were both connected to my father.
Unfortunately, the last mory must have been lost in the nightmares, a truth buried forever.
There was no way to find out about the past anymore.
"File away the docunt, make a copy, archive the new one, and send the old one to Zang Hua," Yang Jian pondered for a while after reading the two docunts, then returned them to Hu Kai.
"Is there anything else you need to do, Captain Yang?"
Yang Jian said, "There's nothing else for the mont. Leave a few people on duty here for a week; you can leave."
"Okay, I'll head back then. Captain Yang, call if you need anything," Hu Kai said.
Yang Jian nodded.
Soon, a day had passed.
Hu Kai left the village with most of the personnel, leaving only a few people on duty.
anwhile, the degree of decay on the corpse beside Yang Jian had beco very obvious, with visibly rotten parts, showing a significant change from before.
This change had co faster than expected.
If this continued, by tomorrow noon, the decay would surpass half, and he could stop suppressing the corpse.
After all, sitting hand in hand with the Ghost Hand was a rather objectionable matter.
But as evening approached, Yang Jian looked up at the sky.
Dull, clouds tightly packed.
Rain was imminent.
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