The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 180 Wen Zhong's Determination

This is definitely a gamble with his life on the line. If he wins, he will have the power to solve this supernatural event. If he loses, he will lose everything and even his life.

At this moment, reason and impulsiveness are at war.

Finally, Wen Zhong made up his mind.

"This method is still too risky. I need to be more cautious. It's a pity that the existence of this ghost thing cannot be exposed, otherwise I can discuss it with Professor Ochiai or others."

Reason overcame impulse, Wen Zhong put the radio back into the gold box, sealed it up again and put it in a corner.

Although no decision was made immediately, the extremely crazy method revealed by the radio today has been deeply imprinted in Wen Zhong's mind.

Even knowing that this ghost thing is not credible, Wen Zhong still can't help thinking about the feasibility of this method.

"No, there is another problem that it doesn't explain, and that is how I should use Ghost Silk to maintain my consciousness."

No, is it really okay to use ghost threads to maintain consciousness?

He felt that this was beyond the scope of fighting with his life. It was purely a gamble on luck, just like gambling, but the difference was that this time the banker was a fierce ghost, while he was a poor ghost.

And he gambled too many times. He didn't believe that he could survive with such good luck everywhere. Just like the radio said, this plan is not foolproof and there is a possibility of failure.

Once he fails...

Wen Zhong, who had calmed down, sat down against the wall. If there was a cigarette in hand, he would definitely smoke one without hesitation.

"Is this the duty of the Interpol? I've obviously tried my best to take action, but now, I don't have anything to say, and even my friends around me are almost dead."

Wen Zhong looked at the dark sky outside the window, he felt so helpless for the first time, everyone was looking forward to him, but no one understood him, and no one patted him on the shoulder and said that you have done enough All right.

You know, Wen Zhong is a freshman, and it's been a month since he became a ghost master?Even when he became an Interpol, he pushed ducks to the shelves halfway.

All this was too heavy for him.If he gambled again, if he failed again, then he would really have nothing, and now he really couldn't afford to lose.

"It's just this mess, whoever wants to clean it up should clean it up." He kicked the gold box resentfully, he hated that this ghost radio actually solved this unsolvable problem for him.

I hate myself for my lack of ability, and I hate this damn world even more.

He really should have died in that residential building at that time, instead of sitting here and giving up on himself.

He has no choice, he sees it clearly now, in fact, he has always had a choice, he just ignored other options subconsciously.

He vented silently.

Wen Zhong sighed and walked out of his room. This time, he put the guillotine wrapped in gold leaf on his back, and came to Professor Ochiai's room which was in order although it was messy.

When Kanmon Tadashi arrived, Ochiai's expression sank. He could see that the opponent's mental state was extremely unstable, and he also saw the machete on the opponent's back.

"Why are you so serious, I just want to discuss something with you." Wen Zhong forced a smile on his face and said.

"Oh? What's the matter." Ochiai relaxed a little when he heard the words: "Looking at your aggressive appearance, I almost thought you were here to kill me. Come sit here and talk about it."

Just as Wen Zhong was about to speak, he suddenly saw a body bag lying at Ochiai's feet.

"Professor Ochiai, what is this?" he asked.

"You haven't come out for the past two days, so it's no wonder you don't know. This is the parasitic corpse of Chen Zhanluo, a mummy ghost derived from a thinking ghost. You should still remember the laboratory building... huh?"

Wen Wenzhong's face was a little cloudy, and he said again: "Don't worry, I am still very measured, and I didn't conduct research in this safe house casually."

Wen Zhong didn't speak. He walked straight to the body bag with a serious expression on his face, as if he was thinking about something important, or weighing some unknown result.

After a while, his expression returned to calm, as if he was relieved, and he seemed to have made some kind of determination.

"Professor Ochiai, you asked me what I think about this supernatural incident before, right? Now I'm officially telling you that this is an unsolvable incident. Whoever wants to deal with it is a fool."

Wen Zhong thought for a while and added: "And he is definitely the number one fool in Tianzi, the kind who can't even save his melatonin."

"You are right, this is indeed an unexplainable supernatural event." Ochiai took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled: "So are you here to talk about this, or are you about to give up?"

Wen Zhong said calmly: "Almost, but I, a fool, want to try again, try to gamble with fate again."

As soon as these words came out, Ochiai was stunned, he really didn't expect Wen Zhong to say such a thing.

"Do you need me to do something for you?" Ochiai said.

"Not yet, but I will requisition this mummy first. I'm going out for a while. You must not die before I come back." Wen Zhong said calmly.

After speaking, he lifted the body bag on the ground and left Ochiai's room without looking back.

Ochiai didn't speak, he looked at the back of Wen Zhong's departure, a trace of complexity and guilt flashed in his haggard eyes.

After a while, Wen Zhong returned to his room and picked up the gold box placed in the corner, preparing to leave the safe house temporarily. Of course, he had to explain some things to others before leaving.

"The ghost silk in this corpse once contained Chen Zhanluo's consciousness, so it should be able to maintain my consciousness. If it is used as insurance, it should work."

The movement of this corpse is still vivid in Wen Zhong's mind. Although Chen Zhanluo's consciousness can reside in it is related to the ghosts he controls and the supernatural objects he uses, but it is more due to the particularity of thinking ghosts.

That is, its own ability to accommodate the consciousness of living people.

"Confirm the plan again, if there is no problem, take a gamble, and let me enjoy the feeling of being the savior once more."

This is the last night, and it will be his last attempt. If he fails, he will lose everything and even his life, but if he succeeds, he will have the ability to contact and imprison the thinking ghost.

"This damn world, since you don't leave me a way out, then I'll find a way out by myself." Wen Zhong let out a low growl, venting all the anger in his heart.

(End of this chapter)