It had been seven days since Wen Zhong disappeared without a word. During these seven days, Ochiai had almost lost weight, his eye sockets became sunken, and his whole person became more and more haggard.
The city center of Da'an has been completely occupied, and countless terrifying ghosts are moving in the haze, and there is even a tendency to spread to the whole city.
The whole city seemed to be dead, constantly exuding a cold and decaying smell.
Ochiai was standing on the balcony looking into the distance at the moment. This had become a required course for him every day. He held a dark purple oil-paper umbrella with a simple and weird shape in his hand. He was always on guard against being targeted by evil spirits.
"Beep beep beep——"
The satellite phone in his arms rang a harsh ring, and Ochiai frowned and answered the call. Originally, the headquarters asked him to be on call all day long, but he really didn't want to have his every move monitored.
"Hi, I'm Ochiai, what's the matter with?"
"Professor Ochiai, has Wen Zhong contacted you in the past two days? His satellite phone has been turned off. It has been seven days now, but the wind direction in Daan City has not changed at all."
Yan Wenhua's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm worried...whether he has failed."
"I don't know, he didn't even tell me before he left." Ochiai said stiffly.
It was impossible to say that he didn't care at all. Wen Zhong left without saying a word, which in his opinion was a sign of distrust. He wanted to make suggestions for Wen Zhong, but the other party didn't appreciate it.
Yan Wenhua was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and asked, "Professor Ochiai, what are you going to do next? I heard that Du Baige has woken up."
"Du Baige?" Ochiai said with a bitter smile: "What do you mean? He can't even speak clearly now, and you still expect to rely on him to deal with such an unsolvable supernatural incident?"
Really helpless.
In fact, after Du Baige woke up, they also went out, in addition to replenishing necessary supplies.
After paying some heavy losses, they put out a broadcast calling on all surviving Da'an residents to avoid the ghosts by lowering their body temperatures.
Although doing so is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, they have to do it, and this is the last thing they can do for Da'an City.
"In two days, if there is no news from Wen Zhong, the headquarters will take special measures. By then, the entire Da'an City will be completely blocked. You should be mentally prepared."
Yan Wenhua said calmly that he really didn't want to come to this point. This was already the worst ending he could think of.
"I know, I will tell others." Ochiai sighed. There was no use hiding it at this time, but when he heard the news, he was still in a daze.
After hanging up the phone, his expression became extremely solemn.
It has only been a short time, but already several large-scale supernatural events of this kind have occurred across the country.
The increase in the number of supernatural events and the expansion of the scale of supernatural events all reveal one thing - things may change.
The wind continued to blow.
A fallen leaf started from the roof of the safe house, moved forward in the haze, and finally stopped deep in a dilapidated Taoist temple.
The next moment, an iron door was pushed open from the inside, and a vague humanoid outline slowly walked out against the black-red haze, with cold gray light constantly flickering on his body.
The countless hideous wounds on his body were opening and closing continuously at this moment, like strange eyes, quietly peeping at everything hidden in the haze.
But what is even more terrifying is that the joints all over the body of this humanoid silhouette are uneven, twisting and turning as if they have been dislocated and fractured, and from time to time there is a "click" sound of broken bones.
No matter how you look at it, this figure cannot be a living person, it looks like a mutilated corpse, and in his right hand is a strange guillotine, which makes him even more terrifying.
"Kaka——"
After a brief silence, the figure suddenly moved, and all the bones in his body were trembling. Suddenly his body paused, and his right leg twisted a full 180 degrees, dragging it hard. Lived his body.
The figure was stunned for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, or as if he was confused after being resurrected. After a brief silence, he slowly raised the guillotine in his hand and aimed it at the twisted right leg.
But the next moment, he put the guillotine back, as if he realized that it was inappropriate to cut off his right leg directly.
A pale and cold arm stretched out from the dim haze and grabbed the twisted thigh. "Click--" With a terrifying sound, he actually straightened the twisted thigh forcibly. .
The other parts of his body gradually recovered at this moment, and soon he walked out of the corridor and appeared in the Liangyi Temple.
"What year is it today?" The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but in Wang Muyou's ears it was like the sound of nature.
"Wen Zhong, you are indeed alive!"
"Wang Muyou, why are you here?"
Wen Zhong glanced at the other party and said calmly: "Forget it, it's not important. I am now recruiting you as the person in charge of Da'an City to handle this supernatural incident."
"You can refuse, but I still hope you will think it over carefully."
Wang Muyou was stunned. He could feel the change in Wen Zhong's tone, which meant that the other party's supernatural erosion was deepening.
This is not necessarily a good phenomenon. The boundary between living people and ghosts has been broken. Although abilities will be improved, on the contrary, human nature will inevitably fade away.
"Let's go, get out of here first."
His voice was hoarse and emotionless, as if he had broken off some kind of shackles, and those who listened could not help but feel horrified.
Wen Zhong could feel the changes in his body. At this moment, the guillotine was very calm in his hand, without any reaction, as if it had lost some strange ability and fell silent.
The medium has been created, and he can now use this strange guillotine smoothly. The human head spliced on the handle has disappeared, but his eyes have a strange brilliance.
"Where are we going now?" Wang Muyou asked.
"Let's go back to the safe house first." Wen Zhong said, "It's been so long. I have to go back to see if they are alive or dead."
After saying that, he walked step by step towards the car he was driving in. No one noticed that he had an old radio on his waist, which was still flashing a strange red light.
This paranormal incident has gone on for too long, and now is the time to end it all.
