"Wen Zhong, the meeting starts in thirty seconds. Is there any problem with you?" Ling Jin's nervous voice came from the other end of the phone. It was rare to hear her voice so nervous.
"I'm ready at any time." Wen Zhong said.
Soon the thirty seconds went back to zero, and the satellite phone signal was briefly cut off and then reconnected.
"Hello, Detective, I am Yan Wenhua, the team leader of the Ghost Controller Headquarters, and I am also one of the main persons responsible for the thinking ghost incident in Da'an City. Are you initiating this meeting to discuss issues related to the life and death of Da'an City?"
In the temporary headquarters outside Da'an City, Yan Wenhua asked in as calm a tone as possible.
"Yes, but it's not as serious as I said. I just want to confirm something." Wen Zhong said.
"Well, if it's about the life and death of Da'an City, no matter how many questions you have, I can answer them for you." Yan Wenhua said cheerfully.
"Thank you very much. Let me organize the language first. It's my first time to participate in this kind of meeting. I'm a little nervous." Wen Zhong said.
As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of slight laughter in the conference room, and of course Yan Wenhua was no exception. This was actually his first formal contact with Wen Zhong.
It was a bit beyond his expectation. In just a few words, he could deduce that the other person's attitude and tone of voice were different from the ghost masters he had interacted with before.
"quiet."
A majestic voice sounded in the conference room. The moment he heard this voice, the originally playful conference room became silent again.
This is Minister Cao of the Ghost Controller Headquarters. Although he is the deputy, his power is actually the same as that of the minister.
"First of all, everyone who attended the meeting must have heard about the Thinking Ghost incident, right? Basically, the file information has been given to you, and Professor Ochiai has probably communicated with you."
Wen Zhong said: "Then I only have one question here, whether the entire Da'an City can be sacrificed to imprison this thinking ghost."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked again. Some people even suspected that there was something wrong with their ears. What was the problem? How could Wen Zhong, an Interpol police officer, ask such a question?
"Are you kidding? Ghost Controller Wen Zhong, please pay attention to your wording. Your duty is to do everything you can to protect the safety of Da'an City, not to use him as a bargaining chip on the gambling table."
Sure enough, as soon as Wen Zhong finished speaking, someone roared impatiently.
The speaker was a man with a very deep voice, his tone was full of anger and had a sense of righteousness.
"Detective Wen Zhong, please explain what you just said. You can't just say I'm joking to cover it up." It was Cao Yanhua who spoke, and his tone was also a bit stiff.
"Well, if you want to completely solve the supernatural incidents in Da'an City, you need to solve two prerequisites..."
"It's contact and detention, right?" Cao Yanhua said.
"Minister Cao is right." Wen Zhong said with a smile: "Confining thinking ghosts is not a big problem now. I have my own means. What is more important is to solve the contact problem."
"But to be honest, I can solve the problem of contact with ghosts. I have my own plan, but its probability of success is not very high. This is why I initiated this meeting."
Wen Zhong took a deep breath and continued: "Once my plan fails, Da'an City will immediately turn into a restricted area for living people, and it will definitely cause a disaster that is ten times more serious than now. That's why I have been unable to do this." Decide."
"So what do you mean?" Cao Yanhua said.
"It's very simple. I need the headquarters to make this decision for me. After all, it affects the life and death of millions of people. I think it is better for the headquarters to make the decision. After all, it is the headquarters." Wen Zhong said at every headquarters Accent added.
silence.
There was a long silence.
Everyone attending the meeting felt a headache, and some were even considering whether to hang up the phone. Wen Zhong almost printed the words "finding a scapegoat" on the public screen.
"Okay, that's all I have to say. It's now ten o'clock in the evening. I hope you can give me an accurate answer before four o'clock in the morning. I'll recharge my batteries and take a nap first."
After saying that, Wen Zhong cut off the communication neatly.
"Oh, let them have the headache." Wen Zhong stretched. He didn't care what those people thought, at least they didn't have to go to Da'an City to face the terrifying ghosts.
And he is really fighting for this city.
"Anyway, if the plan fails and I die, at least my family and my friends will not be embarrassed by the headquarters." Wen Zhong laughed at himself, feeling really helpless.
In the past, he had to make the choice himself. This time, he chose to leave the choice to the headquarters and let them feel it. As for whether the headquarters would agree, Wen Zhong didn't have to worry at all.
Most definitely.
Because the knife was not held to their necks.
And no country will give up a city, and even if it does, it can never be them. This is not just a matter of face, but more like an alternative competition.
"Okay, all the preparations have been done, now it's time to find a burial place for yourself."
In fact, it is safest to carry out the suicide plan in this safe house, but people have selfish motives, and he does not want to implicate his friends because of his own death.
As for the place where the plan will be implemented, he has already thought about it.
"Fang Diyuan, although we have not known each other for a long time, there is no doubt that this is a bad fate." Wen Zhong's eyes drifted to the window, "Liangyi Temple, let's choose this place."
A man quietly walked out of the safe house. Looking at the room where the lights were still on, there was a slight ripple in his heart. How could he still retain the emotions of so many living people after controlling three powerful ghosts? Most of the time, he was Just pretending.
He doesn't want to be a bad ghost. If he has a choice, he still wants to be a carefree college student.
"The arrival of dawn is the most hopeful time of the day. I wonder if I can witness the next dawn."
Wen Zhong got into the car and drove slowly towards Liangyi Temple. He had made sure that no one was there. It was quiet enough and the scenery was nice. It was definitely enough to be his burial place.
The car bumped along the way, and the closer we got to the city center, the more human silhouettes surged in the dim haze surrounding the city center.
Wen Zhong didn't stop the car. Everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him at this moment. He only cared about one thing in his heart right now, and that was how to take a good gamble with this damn fate.
