The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 178 Two Plans
Wen Zhong didn't return to the room, he was sitting on the balcony, looking at the dark city, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He doesn't have many hole cards in his hand, it can be said that only the radio and the weird guillotine are left, but neither of them can be controlled by him now.

After thinking for a while, he found Yan Duo, who was looking through the files of the supernatural events that had happened in Da'an City in his room at the moment. When he saw Wen Zhong coming, he greeted him a little tiredly.

"I'm still not used to it now, and I don't know if my state has an accurate definition." Yan Duo smiled bitterly, his eyes filled with unconcealable fatigue.

"After the thinking ghost is imprisoned, I can just take off the ghost's shirt and return it to you. You don't need to be so dejected." Wen Zhong said: "I'm looking for you this time because I want you to do me a favor."

"You said, as long as I can help, I will definitely not refuse." Yan Duo said.

Wen Zhong said in a low voice: "I want you to help me keep an eye on Professor Ochiai. His current state is not quite right. At this juncture, I am afraid that he will cause trouble."

Yan Duo was startled, and then he nodded without hesitation, he could still tell which is more important.

After explaining all this, Wen Zhong left Yan Duo's room and returned to his own room. After explaining some things to Huang Gongming and Dai Xiaoxiao, he sat on the bed and took out the gold box.

Another helpless choice.

"The ghost I'm driving is already on the verge of recovery. It's wishful thinking to control that guillotine, so now my last resort is this ghost thing."

Letting the fate of Da'an City be decided by something who doesn't know whether it is a human or a ghost, it is a bit ironic when you think about it, no, it should be said to be extremely ironic.

"I am neither Jesus nor the Virgin Mary. I can only do my best within my ability." Wen Zhong took a deep breath and slowly opened the gold box in front of him.

What caught my eye was a dilapidated old-fashioned radio, with a little rust on the casing, and even dark red blood stains. A decayed and stale smell permeated the air, just looking at it gave me a weird feeling.

"No matter how many times I read it, I feel weird. Are you a human or... a ghost?" Wen Zhong frowned, raised his hand and took the radio out of the golden box.

Taking it out of the gold box, the radio seemed to be reconnected to the power supply in an instant, with a red light emitting, and a piercing sound of electric current echoed in the room.

"Zizi—my name is Wen Zhong, I'm already dead when you hear this—"

The sound from the radio was extremely hoarse, extremely distorted like a webpage robot, but in Wen Zhong's ears, it had a special taste, familiarity, weirdness, and horror came out all at once.

"Don't tell me it's useless. I want to know how to solve this thinking ghost incident." Wen Zhong took a deep breath and went straight to the topic. He wanted to make sure whether the radio in front of him could solve this unsolvable supernatural incident. Ability.

The radio did not make any sound, only a faint red light was constantly flashing, and the frequency was like a living person breathing.

"Are you getting angry with me, or are you saying that you don't have the ability to solve this supernatural event? If it's the former, I can understand you, but if it's the latter..." Wen Zhong said in a deep voice.

"Then there is no need for you to exist. Put you in a box today, and tomorrow you will appear on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, and you will never be able to appear in this world again."

The reason why he keeps this radio is that he has no intention of using it to break the situation when he is faced with an unsolvable situation, but if this radio cannot help him when he needs it...

Then Wen Zhong will definitely destroy this radio without hesitation. This is the value of its existence. If it can't even do this, then there is no need for it to exist.

Silence, still silence.

A full three minutes had passed, and just when his patience was about to be exhausted, the piercing electric sound sounded again.

"That's right, it's really a wise choice." Wen Zhong squinted his eyes and said, he was almost ready to make a move.

"Zizi——My name is Wen Zhong. I'm not dead today. Since that action, my condition has been getting worse every day. Even if I don't take the initiative to contact the thinking ghost, I don't think I can live long—— "

"Zizi - thinking of this I have to turn to this weird radio, hoping that it can reverse all this, but unfortunately I don't trust it -"

Wen Zhong frowned when he heard this, this ghost is quite self-aware.

"Zizi—but in order to survive, I have no choice but to compromise. Now is the time to strengthen my strength. The radio gave me two ways, but both are very dangerous, so I have been hesitating."

two?

Wen Zhong said, "Tell me, what are the two methods?"

"Zizi—the first method is...abandon everything I have to control the thinking ghost. As long as I control the thinking ghost, all problems will be solved—"

Ok?
Hearing this method, Wen Zhong almost jumped up from his chair without any surprise. He almost subconsciously picked up the guillotine and prepared to chop this damn thing up. Isn't this purely fooling himself to die?
Leaving aside the issue of balance, the lessons learned by He Youxu and Fang Diyuan are in front of him. A ghost of this level cannot be touched by a living person.

To put it bluntly, whoever touches it will die.

But if you think about it in another way, if you can really control the thinking ghost, then his power will definitely skyrocket to an unimaginable level. Of course, the premise is that you can successfully control the thinking ghost.

"Zizi——There are three major difficulties in controlling thinking ghosts. The first one is balance. This is very simple, as long as I abandon all the ghosts I am driving now and only control thinking ghosts-"

"Zizi—the second is consciousness, and it's also not difficult. As long as you make good use of this weird radio, you can maintain your own consciousness, and maybe you can go further—"

Suddenly Wen Zhong clapped his hands and interrupted the other party. After hearing that he had to rely on the radio to maintain consciousness, he didn't bother to listen any more. No matter how attractive it was, it was no different from a trap in Wen Zhong's eyes.

"You really want to kill me, so let's talk about the second method. If it's as nonsense as the first method, you don't need to talk about it. Just tell me where you like to be buried."

Wen Zhong said coldly.

He once again confirmed that this ghost thing has no good intentions. If you believe that you can rely on it to maintain consciousness, you might as well believe that sows can climb trees.

The radio fell into silence again, this time it was silent for an extraordinarily long time, and it took a full 10 minutes before it made a sound again.

(End of this chapter)