When late at night came, Shen Lin once again saw the ghost mother approaching while half asleep.
A cold atmosphere filled the empty room, and a blood-red figure was strangely suspended about half a meter above Shen Lin's body, with the two sides in a parallel position.
The distance between the two sides is visibly shrinking, and the instinctive throbbing of the evil spirit can be felt at this moment even if it is not felt personally, but just from a distance.
The lack of balance among Li Gui became more and more serious, and the Ghost Mother could kill Shen Lin anytime and anywhere.
There was a lesson learned late at night. Shen Lin did not fall asleep completely this time. When he was in a restful state, he immediately opened his eyes when he noticed something was wrong. His ghost-like face turned directly into a faceless face, and he looked at the ghost mother at close range.
"The balance cannot be maintained for long, and preparations must be made early."
Shen Lin has become accustomed to this sense of crisis, so much so that he acts calmly when faced with this situation now. Even if the evil ghost may kill him in the next second, he still acts very calm.
There is no 100% safety in the world where terror is resurrected, Shen Lin has always told himself this.
Shen Lin had anticipated this day when his own ghost's death was completed. Unless the problem of the ghost's recovery was completely solved, this day would come sooner or later. It was just a matter of sooner or later.
Reform meetings, ghost sacrifices, worshiping incense, the resurrection of evil ghosts from oneself, and doubts about the Republic of China.
In a world where terror has revived, curses are everywhere.
Shen Lin stared at Li Gui for a few seconds, until the bone mask of the Resentment Society appeared on his face, and the ghost-like puzzle pieces were connected. The horror of Li Gui was increased, and the approaching figure of the Ghost Mother finally disappeared. Inside the room, return to the memory world.
Temporarily solved.
However, it is only temporary.
Shen Lin touched the Dajianjiang in his arms. This was his biggest trump card at this stage, and he kept it close to his body.
If things really get to an irreversible point, he will use the Dagong stick to attack himself, and try his best to survive and force Li Gui to shut down again, delaying time for him to solve all this.
The cost of a better attack is very serious, not only the loss of memory, but the attack itself can easily cause necrosis of the body, leading to Shen Lin's direct death.
He is not an alien yet. His body collapses and his consciousness has no carrier, so he will still die.
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Next to the forest road in Yang'an City, Bao Ming used a telescope to look at the place dozens of meters away from the road. This distance was already the limit, and it was very likely that there would be a minefield further ahead.
He looked at the watch in his hand from time to time, counting the time.
Fourteen hours and twenty-eight minutes have passed since the team from the headquarters entered this road, and it has been more than four and a half hours since the agreed ten-hour plan time. There has been no news yet.
Communication was interrupted, positioning disappeared, and these people's life and death were unknown, as if they had disappeared from the world.
More than four of the most elite teams in the headquarters have disappeared. This situation is simply terrible.
"Should we go and take a look?" Wang Jiang, the official Yang'an City Criminal Police Captain, was uneasy. He had heard too many news about the city falling due to terrorist incidents. When this kind of thing might happen to Yang'an Stone, he said no. The tension is definitely fake.
When the world hurts me badly, I respond with silence.
Bao Ming is very silent now. There is nothing he can do if he doesn't remain silent. Is it possible that he rushes to die?
"Waiting for two hours." Bao Ming responded with an ugly face.
Wang Jiang nodded. Yang'an City has a clear division of labor. Professional matters are left to professionals, especially in matters such as terrorist incidents. Indiscriminate interference can easily lead to lives. Wang Jiang is very measured in this regard.
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Headquarters, special ward.
This was originally one of several wards specially built by Wang Xiaoming for supernatural experiments. It gathered the most advanced medical technology and R&D teams in the country to explore the possibility of suppressing the recovery of evil ghosts from a medical perspective.
Wang Xiaoming really didn't expect that he would one day use it.
In the sunny, spotlessly clean bedroom, female secretary Su Jiu stood not far from Wang Xiaoming holding documents. Her pupils reflected the frail figure whose hair fell out due to chemotherapy, and the heroic figure in her memory. The images of the professor and the professor scolding Fang Qiu slowly overlapped. Su Jiu's eyes still looked a little unbelievable, or unwilling to believe it.
No one will try to persuade him, because what needs to be persuaded has been done long ago, and no one knows what the world's top genius is thinking. There is clearly a chance of living, but he seems to be more willing to rush to death.
No one can change Wang Xiaoming's mind, even if everyone thinks his mind is wrong.
But Wang Xiaoming didn't care.
The TV in the ward is playing an old-fashioned Hong Kong movie, which tells a unique heroic story in a chaotic era in Kowloon Bay. Wang Xiaoming dismissed these movies a long time ago. His explosive IQ can be used in these unrealistic movies. I saw too many illogical things in the movie.
But sometimes people blame this. Things that I despised before suddenly seem less important after I suddenly become enlightened.
Wang Xiaoming was very happy to watch it, and he gradually began to understand the fun that ordinary people enjoy watching movies.
It was indeed interesting, much more interesting than the boring life he had lived in the past.
Half of my life is spent doing nothing, and I am faced with the dilemma of life and death.
"The Reform Council's investigation failed?"
Wang Xiaoming's voice sounded cheerful, not like a seriously ill and dying person at all, and was even very different from his previous cold image.
Su Jiu opened her mouth, unable to bear to give the answer, but finally nodded.
"Yes, Professor."
Brother Wang Xiaoming didn't care about this, he showed greater tolerance than before.
"It's nothing. They have a deep background and have hidden it for so long. If we can easily discover it, it won't be enough evidence."
After one movie was played, Wang Xiaoming began to choose the next one, and his words did not stop.
"The situation of the resurgence of evil ghosts has become more and more serious, but the division of the ghost control forces has greatly weakened our ability to fight against terror in this era. Shen Lin said that the Reform Association may have intelligence from the Republic of China. If this part of the intelligence can be obtained early If the earth is obtained by us, maybe I can take a big step towards the spiritual essence."
When Wang Xiaoming said this, his eyes were a little cloudy, and he sighed deeply.
"Unfortunately, the same rice feeds all kinds of people. The inherent differences of human beings have destined too many people to have too many ideas. We cannot unite them. The horror of this era can only rely on more latecomers. "
"Professor." Su Jiu couldn't bear to say, "I will contact Li Jun and cooperate with the transportation department to deploy a nationwide surveillance network. We will definitely be able to find them."
Su Jiu didn't want Wang Xiaoming to have regrets. She knew that the increasingly violent resurgence of terror in this era was Wang Xiaoming's real regret.
"I'm dying, and my life is not long. It's up to you to do what you do after finding them. It's time for the headquarters to learn to grow. An organization that only relies on one person or a small number of people is not enough to become the pillar of this era. You should tried."
(End of chapter)
