The conversation didn't last long before Shen Lin received a call from the headquarters.
The general content of the phone call was still related to the captain's meeting. Shen Lin was not interested and ended the conversation with a few words.
The headquarters also did not have too much entanglement. Wu Qiu's professionalism made her closer and closer to Shen Lin's needs. As an operator, she was the one who knew the existence of Shen Lin best at the headquarters. This also led to the headquarters' repeated complaints. Emphasizing that Shen Lin must attend the meeting, Wu Qiu also did not elaborate too much.
There are very few other people who can influence Captain Shen's decisions. Professor Wang has even failed, let alone her.
As early in the morning approached, Zhao Ziliang and others had already left. Shen Lin was leaning on the sofa in the hotel, turning on the TV one after another, but staring at the box on the ground silently.
The box contained the ghost doll, and there were many things this thing said that he couldn't care less about.
A life that has been controlled by evil spirits, a fate that has been cursed from the beginning.
These two sentences haunted Shen Lin like a curse.
It is undeniable that the story of this ghost is too tempting. Whether it is the general experience of Shen Lin or the many places that make Shen Lin feel strange and weird, they are all highlighted.
Thinking of the increasingly terrifying events and troubles from the beginning of the Ghost Mother Incident, Shen Lin's eyes gradually lowered.
Reason told him that this was just a part of the ghost's law, forcing him to step into the story made up by the ghost and lead to a death trap.
But there is a certain impulse in my heart that cannot be extinguished.
The increasingly empty memories in Shen Lin's mind made Shen Lin feel hollow for more than a day or two. When a person confirms everything with certainty, but suddenly discovers that many of his things seem to be fictitious, it is such a huge blow.
It's like fundamentally denying your life, and it's not a pleasant feeling.
Shen Lin was thinking about the consequences of taking out this ghost.
This ghost is not very scary. The ghost domain can easily set up an ambush. Under such controllable conditions, he can use this ghost to learn more information about himself.
But a voice in his head kept telling him not to open it.
Opening Pandora's box prematurely could have fatal consequences for him.
The body was lying there, and the breath seemed to have disappeared long ago, but there seemed to be a resistance in the depths of the brain that had not yet fallen asleep.
"Ah~"
A piercing scream, accompanied by several muffled hammers, interrupted Shen Lin's thoughts at such a critical point, which made him a little irritable.
Fortunately, the sound disappeared quickly, and Shen Lin didn't pay too much attention.
The security system of Ping An Hotel is very complete. Perhaps the headquarters can currently do very little in terms of ghost control, but in other aspects, there is an entire national machine to support it. This can be regarded as one of the safest places in the entire Daxia City.
This is also the reason why Shen Lin chose to stay here. He can have more time to think about many things without worrying about being disturbed too much.
His thoughts fell into silence again, and the tingling sensation belonging to the ghost was still there. After the ghost mother suppressed it, Shen Lin could barely adapt to the remaining pain.
Such torture is inhuman, and long-term stinging torture is enough to destroy a person's spirit. Under such circumstances, Shen Lin still has to deal with a lot of troubles, which is very difficult.
Fortunately, the ghost mother's ability worked on memory, preventing Shen Lin from having a mental breakdown.
"ah!"
There was another scream, or more accurately a scream, which caused Shen Lin's previously suppressed irritability to erupt even more violently.
He chose to rest here due to his unstable mental state. Such repeated troubles made him a little angry.
He got up, went out, and explored the direction of the sound source. During this period, Shen Lin heard several more dull crashes.
The source of the sound was finally fixed on a room on the second floor of the hotel. After confirming it, Shen Lin kicked the door roughly.
"Be quiet."
The irritability caused his usual composure and gentleness to disappear completely. The long-term oppression and recent tension and fear were condensed into an explosive package that was out of control the moment it was ignited by irritation.
The mental state of most ghost controllers is unstable, and there are very few like Shen Lin.
But the problem of backlogged will does not mean that it disappears. When it is squeezed to a certain extent, it will explode more violently, and only needs a flame.
The door was opened quickly, and it was a man in his forties who opened the door.
Somewhat thin, wearing sunglasses, unshaven, and a shaved head.
He was wearing an expensive suit that didn't suit his temperament. The calluses on his hands showed that he had done some heavy work before. I'm afraid his life before becoming a ghost controller was not very satisfactory.
As if he was disturbed, the look he looked at Shen Lin was not very friendly, but rather a warning.
"If you don't want to cause trouble, stay away."
The other party was equally rude and bared his teeth at Shen Lin.
His teeth were black and yellow, his posture was arrogant, and a foul odor emitted from the inside of his mouth from time to time.
It wasn't bad breath, but more of a fishy smell, like blood clots turning into thick water.
Shen Lin didn't respond and glanced sideways into the room.
I saw a pair of eyes that were almost pleading. It was a girl whose clothes had been torn into pieces. She was about twenty years old, young and beautiful.
There were many scars on his body, but he refused to make a sound.
Or dare not speak out.
With just one glance, Shen Lin roughly understood the whole story.
There are many such idiots among ghost controllers who do whatever they want after gaining the power of ghosts. Most civilian organizations will turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, which also causes many people to behave erratically.
The Ping An Hotel belongs to the headquarters of the Ghost Controller. It has repeatedly issued orders to prohibit this kind of thing, but it has been banned repeatedly.
There will always be idiots who will take risks and do things like this.
Beating is the most common method. The terror of the ghosts makes these people who have been coerced dare not say too much for fear that they or their family members will die on the streets. Every investigation emphasizes that they are voluntary.
Forced voluntariness is quite ridiculous.
"roll!"
As if aware that Shen Lin had seen the scene in the room, Song Guozhu shouted again.
This method has been tried and tested. The life of a ghost controller is short. He has exhausted all his strength to survive. Even if he is hit by someone, few people will choose to offend a ghost controller. The gain outweighs the loss.
Turn around, go back to the room, and prepare to close the door, but it can't be closed tightly.
Song Guozhu turned around and saw a face that looked like a ghost. The face was so evil and evil that Song Guozhu didn't even dare to look at him.
The pattern of grimacing ghosts is mostly to stare at or see them. Song Guozhu avoided his sight at the first moment.
"My friend, it's just for fun. Our lives are at stake. There's no need to become enemies with me over this trivial matter. There's no need. If you can't stand it, at worst I'll pay to go somewhere else."
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