The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 198 Rescue Daan City

With the suppression of the source ghost, the haze surrounding the central building in Da'an City has completely dissipated, and Wen Zhong is leaning against the wall, waiting for rescue from the headquarters.

"Wen Zhong, are you still alive?!"

Wang Muyou's voice suddenly came from downstairs, full of surprise and a little worry.

Before, the thinking ghost used some kind of special supernatural power to grab Wen Zhong from the car and into the Central Building. Wang Muyou was also in the car at the time, but it was a pity that he couldn't stop him.

However, this can be regarded as a mistake. After all, if the thinking ghost hadn't captured Wen Zhong to the central building, then this supernatural event would probably continue for a long time.

Wen Zhongqiang opened one eye with support, he wanted to respond to the other party's call, but at this moment he didn't even have the strength left to speak.

Weakness, pain, dizziness, all kinds of feelings are constantly superimposed, and I feel like various ingredients in a blender are constantly being stirred and crushed.

Just as Wen Zhong was entangled in all kinds of pain, Wang Muyou had already walked into the central building at this moment.

Along the way, he kept observing the spiritual traces left around him, trying to figure out where Wen Zhong was.

Finally, he judged the correct floor where Wen Zhong was currently on through the clues left by some ghosts, and soon Wang Muyou rushed to the messy ninth floor of No.20.

Looking at Wen Zhong, who was sitting slumped on the ground, and the thinking ghost nailed to the wall with a guillotine, he couldn't help feeling palpitations.

But looking carefully, the appearance of the thinking ghost was somewhat similar to that of Fang Diyuan, which surprised him. Looking at the book inlaid on its chest, Wang Muyou only felt inexplicable danger.

"Wen Zhong, are you still alive?" Wang Muyou asked.

"Why, do you think I'm dead?" Wen Zhong reluctantly opened one eye and looked at Wang Muyou, his face was pale, but he really looked like a dead person.

Hearing this, Wang Muyou said half-jokingly: "Hehe, I never thought you would actually end this unexplainable supernatural event. I thought you were dead."

"I really appreciate your good words, come on, give me a hand first."

Said, Wen Zhong raised his hand, Wang Muyou smiled and helped Wen Zhong up.

Originally, Wang Muyou proposed to withdraw from the central building first, but in order to prevent any accidents, Wen Zhong thought about it and rejected the proposal first, so the two went into the room and moved two stools and sat down. Next to the thinking ghost.

Looking at the sleeping face of the thinking ghost possessing Fang Diyuan, Wen Zhong's heart was slightly relieved.

Although the guillotine was a little damaged, it was still able to pin down this terrifying ghost, and it was not in vain that he took his life to bring it out of the ghost forest.

But now he was bitten off abruptly by the thinking ghost, which made Wen Zhong's heart bleed, even if it was for this guillotine, he would ruthlessly slaughter the headquarters this time.

However, all his thoughts are now on the book inlaid on Fang Diyuan's chest. At that time, the radio once provided Wen Zhong with a plan, which was to control the thinking ghost.

At that time, Wen Zhong only thought that it was a trap set by the radio to force him to choose the second option, but at this moment, Wen Zhong began to feel a little bit moved.

Once he successfully controls the thinking ghost, this may become an opportunity for him to solve the problem of ghost recovery.

However, this has to be considered in the long run. He is not arrogant enough to control such an incomprehensible ghost in his current state. It is purely an act of death. I am afraid that even Jesus will not be able to save him.

What's more, He Youxu and Fang Diyuan are his examples.

"By the way, I almost forgot a big thing." Wen Zhong said to Wang Muyou: "Old Wang, help me press this ghost thing, I have to take off the ghost shirt it is wearing."

Wang Muyou's eyelids twitched when he heard the words, should this person be said to be bold and fearless, or should he be said to be heartless, how long has passed, and he actually wants to get wool from the ghost.

But then again, this ghost shirt seems to have been picked off from Yan Duo by the thinking ghost. Thinking about it this way, it's not a collection of wool, it should be said to be returned to the original owner.

Soon, a scarlet shirt was taken off the Thinking Ghost by the two together.

Seeing this, Wang Muyou took out the gold box that he had prepared long ago and stuffed the shirt in. He originally reserved it for the thinking ghost, but after comparing the size, he probably couldn't fit it in.

At this time, bright searchlights were lit outside the Central Building, and it seemed that several helicopters had entered Da'an City.

Wen Zhong knew that this was the arrival of support from the headquarters, but he didn't expect it to be so efficient and enter Da'an City so quickly.

"Hi, Wen Zhong, I'm Yan Wenhua, where are you now, we'll pick you up!" Suddenly, Yan Wenhua's excited voice came from the satellite phone.

"I'm on the 29th floor of the Central Building." Wen Zhong thought for a while and added: "We have two people and one ghost here, and there are a lot of dead bodies. Remember to be careful when you come here."

"Okay, I see." Yan Wenhua said.

This troublesome matter is finally coming to an end, Wen Zhong looks at the gradually rising sun outside the window, feeling somewhat emotional in his heart.

With the sound of a car engine, a series of orderly footsteps sounded from downstairs, and soon, a large group of staff in pitch-black uniforms arrived at the 29th floor.

The leader was Yan Wenhua. Although Wen Zhong had never seen him, he could still recognize him just by his voice.

Beside him were four heavily armed Interpol. One of them, Wen Zhong, was no stranger to him. He was the person in charge of Dajing City and one of the appointed captains of the headquarters, Chen Zhanluo.

As soon as Yan Wenhua went upstairs, when he saw Wen Zhong, he walked over with a smile on his face. He had seen Wen Zhong's photo in the file before, and seeing him now, he really looked pleasing to the eye.

"Interpol Wen Zhong, I knew you would succeed, and you did not disappoint us." Yan Wenhua said with a smile on his face.

The other four detectives, including Chen Zhanluo, also showed a stiff smile, and Wen Zhong felt a little cool behind him.

"Fortunately, why don't you just send this ghost thing away, it's not a problem to just put it here."

Wen Zhong calmly pointed at the thinking ghost nailed to the wall and said: "That book is its body, be careful not to drop the guillotine."

Yan Wenhua nodded to indicate that there is no problem. He has been guarding the temporary command post, and with the information coming in all the time, he has some understanding of this almost incomprehensible ghost.

Soon, a huge golden box was hoisted up by a helicopter, and everyone carefully lowered the thinking ghost's body from the wall, preparing to formally imprison this terrifying ghost.

(End of this chapter)