Seeing the scar-covered, worn and tattered doll in his hand, Yang Jian couldn't help but think of the rag-made scapegoat doll.
Previously, he had speculated that the scapegoat doll might have come from Room 301.
After all, on the worktable in Room 301, there were traces of making cloth dolls, and some of the dolls were even abandoned there unfinished.
And these props couldn't have appeared out of thin air; they must be some kind of supernatural item or a derivative of a fierce ghost.
Since it was a derivative, there must be a source.
Right now, the doll in Yang Jian's hand could very possibly be the source of the scapegoat doll.
Or, the scapegoat doll could be an imitation of this doll.
But now was not the time to think about this.
At this moment, Yang Jian still felt the aged doll in his hand struggling violently.
