In a public toilet in a park, Wen Zhongzheng was leaning against the wall of the public toilet, panting, while water from the faucet nearby was flowing out.
After resting for a moment, Wen Zhong stood up and splashed cold water on his face. The cool touch made his mental state better.
He picked up the warehouse tube and looked at the thin layer of velvet covering the wound on his leg that had been dyed red with blood. Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and tore off the thin velvet, and then the surrounding flesh squirmed, and another layer of mold covered it.
After doing all this, Wen Zhong leaned against the wall again. He felt very painful now. There seemed to be a ball of fire burning his internal organs, and it was like there were a thousand knives piercing his flesh.
"Is it a side effect of that bowl of braised pork?" Wen Zhong could only think of this. He was trembling all over in pain, and sweat was still pouring from his forehead.
“Dingling bell…Dingling bell…”
At this moment, a rapid ringing sound suddenly rang. Wen Zhongqiang took out his satellite positioning phone from his pocket. As soon as he connected it, he heard Lin Yu's voice coming from there.
"Hello, Wen Zhong, I'm Lin Yu."
"What's the matter..." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and responded.
"Why do you feel so weak? What happened?" Hearing Wen Zhong's weak voice, Lin Yu asked with some concern.
"Ghost, I met a ghost."
"Ghost?" Lin Yu was a little surprised when she heard Wen Zhong's voice on the other end of the phone. She didn't expect that Wen Zhong would be involved in a supernatural incident again not long after. "Tell me quickly what happened."
"You haven't seen a ghost, why are you panicking?" Wen Zhong frowned.
"Sorry." Lin Yu's voice suddenly became softer, "Can you tell me about the ghost's situation? I can make a report."
"I met that ghost in the night market. I gave it a codename: Ghost Cooker. It can make a kind of food called braised pork roast. I speculate that its pattern of action is to kill everyone who smells braised pork. Someone who smells like roasted meat.”
Wen Zhong frowned and added: "You may fall into hallucinations when you smell braised pork. I almost died in the night market because of this trick."
"It sounds tricky, but it doesn't seem to be liquid. It's temporarily designated as a restricted ghost." Lin Yu recorded it in his notebook and asked, "What happened to that ghost in the end?"
"It should still be in the night market, but I don't know the specific situation. You can ask the headquarters to send someone to investigate." Wen Zhong really didn't know, so he just ran away for his life.
Lin Yu said: "Okay, please send me the specific location. I will have someone follow up and investigate later."
"If nothing happens, I'll hang up first." Wen Zhong's consciousness began to blur, and the burning feeling in his body became more and more serious at this time.
"Wait a minute, Wen Zhong, I'm calling to talk about your assessment." Lin Yu quickly stopped him when he heard Wen Zhong was about to hang up the phone. "Please go to Da'an Central Building as soon as possible to accept the Interpol appointment assessment."
However, Lin Yu didn't see Wen Zhong respond for a long time. There was only a busy tone echoing on the phone. When Lin Yu saw this, he shouted angrily: "Wen Zhong!!!"
Wen Zhong had no time to care what Lin Yu thought. He just felt hot all over his body, as if he was being burned with charcoal fire on a barbecue grill, and he was sweating all over his body.
After struggling to send the address of the night market to Lin Yu, Wen Zhong's eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.
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"Young man, young man, wake up."
In a daze, Wen Zhong felt someone slapping his face.
"Ah..." His bones seemed to fall apart, and his chest felt a little hot.
Wen Zhong slowly opened his eyes, his dilated pupils gradually came into focus, and a little light appeared in his eyes.
In front of him, an old man who looked like a sanitation worker was looking at Wen Zhong with concern.
"Young man, why are you sleeping in a place like this?"
"I'm sorry, uncle, what time is it now." Wen Zhong smiled awkwardly at the old man and touched around his body. Everything was still there and not lost.
"It's ten o'clock, boy."
"I actually slept for so long." Wen Zhong immediately got up and rushed to the faucet to wipe his face a few times. "I'm sorry, sir, I'm in a hurry now!"
After saying that, Wen Zhong ran out of the public toilet without looking back.
"Really, young people are so irritable." The sanitation worker shook his head, then looked at the place where Wen Zhong had just lay, "How long has it been since he took a shower? Why is he so dirty?"
There was a charred human figure clearly printed on the ground, and it also exuded the smell of burnt paste.
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When he woke up, Wen Zhong felt refreshed. He used to have a tearing feeling in his body, but now it has lessened a lot. He suspected that it might be caused by the braised pork he had eaten last night.
But when he thought about the ingredients of the braised pork roast, Wen Zhong felt a little nauseous, and there was also a strange burning sensation in his body after eating the braised pork roast. If he ate too much, Wen Zhong was not sure whether he would be hurt to death directly.
It seems like anything involved with the paranormal is risky, and there is no such thing as a free lunch.
Wen Zhong smiled mockingly to himself. Suddenly he felt a noise in his pocket. He took out a special satellite phone, which displayed a text message with a website address.
This is a special website that Zhao Jianguo once said, with a naughty expression attached to the URL.
"It's true that when you get sleepy, you have a pillow." Wen Zhong immediately found an Internet cafe and turned on a machine.
After taking his seat, Wen Zhong entered the website address to see what useful information he could get from it.
"Let me take a look." Wen Zhong clicked on the website, which was blank. He followed the instructions in the text message and entered the special code printed on his mobile phone.
"It's done."
Immediately a complete website appeared in front of Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong browsed through it briefly. They were all about supernatural events that happened around the world. He asked for the support of ghost controllers. It can be seen that ghost controllers are in short supply.
There are also remuneration amounts proposed by various governments at the bottom, most of which are around tens of millions of dollars, and there are also many bounties worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
"You can make so much money as a ghost controller." Wen Zhong clicked on one of the posts and counted the zeros in the reward column. There were so many zeros that he felt it was unreal, "One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, ten Ten thousand, millions, tens of millions... billions?"
This is a reward from the United States: "A B-class ghost appeared in a certain state in the United States, codenamed Fallen Angel, and a reward of 100 million US dollars is offered to solve it." There is also a video attached to it.
In the video, there is a blurry figure whose appearance cannot be clearly seen, and only what looks like wings can be seen on its back. Suddenly the picture zooms out, and dozens of corpses can be seen floating around the figure, revealing a sense of terror. Human weirdness.
At the end of the video, Wen Zhong saw again that the black figure that had been standing still slowly turned around and approached the camera step by step. Finally, with a scream, the image disappeared.
There are not many comments under the video. Most of them are complaining about Laomi's cheating. There are also a small number of people who want to form a group to make money. Of course, there are also advertisements.
Wen Zhong looked at the comments and pondered for a moment: "Are there levels of ghosts? Check it out."
