The time for waiting for the ghost to appear was very long. Wen Zhongzheng stood on the rooftop of Liangyi Temple and looked into the distance. He did not choose to escape because he wanted to end this unsolvable supernatural event.
The satellite phone has been pinned to his chest again. Regardless of whether he can succeed this time, he must report the situation to the headquarters before officially starting.
"I am Wen Zhong, the person in charge of Da'an City, calling the headquarters."
In the wiring room of the Ghost Controller's headquarters, Ling Jin was sorting out all the information about the thinking ghost incident, and she was also paying close attention to the communication situation.
Du Baige had contacted the headquarters before, saying that Wen Zhong had returned successfully, but after all, it was not Wen Zhong himself who contacted him. Many people in the headquarters had a wait-and-see attitude towards the authenticity of this news.
Before losing contact with the other party, Wen Zhong repeatedly told him that he could only contact the criminal police headquarters next, and the headquarters must not contact him to avoid any accidents.
So until now, the headquarters is still waiting for contact from Wen Zhong, including Ling Jin.
Although the headquarters provided her with a separate office and sufficient manpower to work in shifts, she still stubbornly insisted on staying alone in the wiring room.
For seven days, except for necessary breaks, she sat at her desk and reviewed the information on the Thinking Ghost Incident.
"Is it the same today?" Ling Jin took a sip of the brewed coffee on the table. After working for a long time, she inevitably became sleepy and tired.
"Shasha——I am Wen Zhong, the person in charge of Da'an City, calling the headquarters——"
Suddenly there was a rustling sound of electricity, and then a cold voice came from the loudspeaker. It was Wen Zhong who had disappeared for seven days.
"Wen, Wen Zhong!"
Ling Jin's eyes widened in shock, and her voice was trembling. Although she knew that nothing would happen to Wen Zhong, she still felt a little dazed when she actually heard his voice.
After being out of contact for seven days, most of the senior officials at the headquarters speculated that Wen Zhong might have died in the line of duty, but now the other party was back online.
"It's me. I hear your voice and I feel you are a little nervous. This is not like you." Wen Zhong said lightly. He didn't care what the headquarters thought, he would only do what he should do.
"I knew you would be fine." Ling Jin said: "How is the situation in Da'an City now? Has the plan you mentioned succeeded? Can this supernatural incident be handled?"
"Let's talk about it one by one."
Wen Zhong thought for a while and said: "The situation in Da'an City is still the same. My plan was half successful, but it is enough. As for whether I can handle this supernatural incident..."
"All I can say is do your best."
"This is a last ditch effort. I will try my best to solve this supernatural incident. Of course, it depends on people, and I am not 100% sure." Wen Zhong said lightly.
Ling Jin nodded, listening carefully to every word Wen Zhong said, while taking notes on paper. These were Wen Zhong's summary of the thinking ghost incident.
"Okay, that's all for now. The fish I caught will be hooked soon."
After talking for about ten minutes, Wen Zhong could feel that the air around him suddenly became colder, and the haze gathering around him was also constantly surging.
This phenomenon can only mean one thing, that is, the source ghost has appeared, the fish has taken the bait, and the next thing Wen Zhong has to do is to catch it.
"I see."
Ling Jin took a deep breath, then stood up and ran out of the wiring room, blushing and shouting: "Ghost Controller Wen Zhong is online~"
The sound was so loud that it startled Wen Zhong even through the phone, but he unexpectedly discovered a side of Ling Jin that no one knew about.
Soon the news spread throughout the headquarters and even reached the temporary headquarters outside Da'an City.
"Really? That's great!"
Yan Wenhua was a little excited at this moment, and Chen Zhanluo, who was sitting next to him, also had an intriguing smile on his face. The smooth launch of Wen Zhong meant that the probability of solving the supernatural incidents in Da'an City was greatly improved.
And they can start preparing for rescue efforts.
"Detective Chen Zhanluo, please make preparations and take the others outside Da'an City to be on standby at any time." Yan Wenhua said, "I'm going to come with you soon. There is hope this time."
Chen Zhanluo nodded and glanced at the black-red haze covering Da'an City outside the command headquarters. A glint flashed across his eyes, and his expression became a little intriguing.
Whether they want to support or blockade depends on Wen Zhong's next actions.
Wen Zhong naturally didn't know what was going on at the headquarters. He was still standing on the rooftop of Liangyi Temple, with the cold wind blowing constantly on his body, but his heart was as hot as ever.
He raised his hand and glanced at the guillotine, and decided to give the thinking ghost a hard blow as soon as he appeared. It would be best to cut off the connection between the broken book and Fang Diyuan.
"coming."
In the darkness, countless terrifying and shriveled figures were surging, and a dozen mummies were heading towards Liangyi Temple. Wen Zhong had also expected this scene, after all, derivative ghosts were also ghosts.
The dark gray light extended, and the terrifying figure hidden in the darkness was nowhere to be seen.
The next moment, he used the ghost realm to throw all the mummies a few streets away.
"Hahaha, it's a bit difficult to use the ghost domain to remove so many ghosts at once, damn it." Wen Zhong breathed heavily, his skin cracked and a faint gray light appeared.
Although he paid a huge price, it was all worth it. He didn't want to be taken advantage of by these derived evil ghosts when he was imprisoning the thinking ghosts.
Moreover, the thinking ghost has already controlled many powerful ghosts, and its current level of terror must be better than that of Wen Zhong. Even if Wen Zhong becomes stronger, he is only qualified for direct contact.
If these derived mummy ghosts were added to the mix, he wouldn't have to try to imprison him, he would just have to think about how to save his life first.
"But fortunately, these derived mummies are not real ghosts. If so many of them are real ghosts, then I'm afraid they will be the same no matter who they are."
fine.
Wen Zhong's eyes focused on the asphalt road not far away. There was nothing there, but he could feel a trace of abnormal distortion, as if there was an invisible thing standing there.
Covered by his ghost realm, this is the only place he cannot control.
The next moment, a sudden change occurred.
The black and red color is spreading in his ghost realm. It is no longer a simple ghost realm invasion, but a kind of virtualization. There is a slender humanoid silhouette standing in the middle, raising his head as if observing Wen Zhong.
