In the dark night, the Ping An Hotel was alerted by a burst of gunfire. Yang Jian's eyes in the presidential suite suddenly opened, and a red light appeared in the darkness.
"Gunshots? Is someone making trouble?"
Yang Jian frowned and looked at the time, but it was only around three in the morning.
"Who is so bold as to make trouble here?"
Yang Jian turned his head and looked in the direction where the gunfire came from, doubts flashing in his eyes.
But suddenly, Yang Jiantong shrank violently, and the sound of stabbing and tearing flesh and blood appeared in the room, and the scarlet ghost eyes flashed with flesh and blood uncontrollably.
They all looked in one direction, but Coco, who was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, sat up with a start, looking around slightly confused.
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and stood up from the sofa, staring in one direction. That was upstairs, where something terrifying appeared.
"What the hell! Even the ghost eyes were completely alarmed."
Yang Jian's body was flashing with red lights, and his blood-red ghost eyes were moving restlessly. This was a sign that there were scary ghosts around him.
"It's a bit difficult..."
As Yang Jian stepped closer to Coco, his eyes flickered slightly, and even Coco woke up with a fright, which proved that the thing was not simple.
"How could something like this appear in Dajing City? Mr. Qin doesn't care about it?"
Yang Jian was a little confused, but suddenly he looked slightly surprised, and the ghost eyes on his body suddenly burrowed back into his flesh.
Silence was restored again, while Coco looked out the window in confusion, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, flopped back on the bed, and continued to sleep soundly.
Yang Jian's cheeks twitched slightly, he took a deep breath, walked quickly to the window, and looked at it intently. A ghost eye appeared on his forehead, which could help him see more.
Underneath the Pingan Hotel, Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the ghost eyes on his forehead flashed a dangerous red light.
Through the vision transmitted by the ghost eyes, Yang Jian clearly saw a man wearing an Interpol uniform walking towards the front.
As if aware of Yang Jian's gaze, the walking man paused slightly, turned his head slightly, and looked at Yang Jian's position.
When the man saw clearly the person standing in front of the window, or to be precise, after seeing clearly the scarlet ghost eye, he suddenly realized:
"Ghost-eyed Yang Jian, it's him, that's it."
The man withdrew his gaze and left, his body disappearing into the darkness.
Looking at the direction in which the man disappeared, Yang Jian Tongkong shrank slightly, with some surprise on his face:
"Is there still such a thing in the headquarters?"
The ghost eyes on his forehead moved restlessly, then retracted into his flesh.
"It's really interesting. The foundation of the headquarters is really strong."
Yang Jian walked to the sofa and sat back. Recalling the unfamiliar and numb face just now, Yang Jian was sure that he had never seen this person, or even heard of him.
"I've actually never heard of such a person, there's something about it."
"The headquarters is well hidden."
Yang Jian leaned on the sofa and looked at the city at about three o'clock in the morning. It was quiet and peaceful.
Recalling the gunshots just now, there was no movement after the gunfire. I don’t know what happened.
Winter, winter, winter...
At this time, there was a knock on the door. Yang Jiantong shrank slightly, turned his head and looked around, and found that there was nothing unusual in the direction, so he felt relieved.
"It's not a knocker. What kind of idiot is this? Can't knock properly?"
Yang Jian stood up and walked to the door, looking very unhappy. The few knocks on the door just now happened to coincide with the sounds of the ghost knocking on the door.
If he hadn't noticed nothing unusual around him, he would have suspected that the knocker was here.
"who?"
"It's me, Zhang Lei."
Hearing that it was him, Yang Jian frowned and hesitated for a while before opening the door. He opened the door and looked at the stiff face, feeling a little confused:
"Why are you knocking on the door if you don't sleep in the middle of the night? I don't know if this will scare people to death?"
"Scary?"
Zhang Lei looked at Yang Jian in confusion, scared to death? Who was scared to death? Yang Jian?
Seeing Zhang Lei's stiff smile, Yang Jian's eyes flashed:
"This guy really didn't do it on purpose?"
"Zhang Lei, why are you looking for me if you don't sleep in the middle of the night? Is there something wrong?"
When Zhang Lei heard this, he subconsciously looked at the ceiling, hesitated for a while and asked nervously:
"Did you hear the gunshot just now?"
When Zhang Lei came up and asked such a mindless question, Yang Jian rolled his eyes:
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's so loud that I can't hear you?"
"Uh... yes."
Zhang Lei scratched his head and showed an embarrassed look, but it was obvious that this expression was no longer suitable for his face.
Yang Jian looked at that twisted face and couldn't stand it anymore:
"Okay, let's make a long story short. Just tell me what you want from me."
"Um...that's it. When the gunfire rang out just now, I received a notification that a ghost controller, Li Gui, had revived. However, the notification was very strange. Instead of asking me to deal with this emergency, I was asked to
Do not go to the scene."
Having said this, Zhang Lei was silent for a while, seeming to organize his words:
"So, I just wanted to ask if you have received the same notification."
Yang Jian watched Zhang Lei quietly, looked at the sky outside, then looked at Zhang Lei, and the corners of his eyes twitched twice.
"You came to knock on my door in the middle of the night just because of this?" Yang Jian took a deep breath and almost couldn't help but kill this girl.
This idiot, even if he knocked on the door in the middle of the night, he still knocked exactly like the knocker.
Zhang Lei scratched his head, a little confused:
"Otherwise, is there anything wrong with this? Didn't you promise to tell me the information about the starving ghost tomorrow? So I can't be looking for you because of this."
"I can only come to you because of other things. By the way, have you ever received such a strange notification?"
Yang Jian looked at the wise man with an expressionless face. He was silent for a while and slammed the door. Then two words rang out from the room:
"No."
Then, there was nothing more. Zhang Lei was stunned for a moment, and he was even more surprised. He didn't know why Yang Jian lost such a big temper. He just asked a question. As for this?
"Could it be that Li Gui's revival damaged his brain?"
Zhang Lei thought about it and thought it was very possible. When he turned around and returned to his room, he was still sighing in his heart:
"It seems that people like Yang Jian still can't get rid of the trouble of the ghost's resurgence."
And Yang Jian, who was in the room, his cheeks twitched slightly:
"Isn't this guy's brain damaged by the resuscitation of the evil ghost? Who in the right mind would knock on someone else's door at night just to ask about a trivial matter?"
"Crazy, inexplicable..."
Yang Jian sat back on the sofa, turned his head and looked at the opening occupying the entire big bed, shook his head, and continued to lean on the sofa.
Looking at the night outside the window, Yang Jian basically knew what was going on. The criminal policeman downstairs just now, if nothing unexpected happened, was here to deal with the ghost controller.
After comparing it before and after, it was found that from the sound of the gunshot to the opening and closing of the ghost's eyes, it took no more than five seconds, which means that the unlucky ghost was killed within five seconds.
It only took five seconds from the incident to the end, including the time spent on the road. If you look at it this way, it might be less than five seconds.
Of course, this does not rule out that the person was in the Ping An Hotel at that time, but this may be a bit low. After all, when Yang Jian saw the person, the person was leaving here.
From this point, we can judge that that person does not live here. If he lives here, there is no need to leave. This is very unreasonable.
"This is really a guy who shouldn't be underestimated."
Yang Jian secretly thought that if he was asked to solve this emergency, he would be able to handle it very quickly, but it was far from that speed.
After all, it takes some time to just imprison him, not to mention other things. It is not that easy to deal with a sudden supernatural incident.
Yang Jian took a deep breath, thought about it and lit a cigarette. A wisp of fire loomed in the darkness:
"Forget it, why are you thinking so much? You can't tell the secrets of the headquarters just by looking at it."
Smoke swirled in the darkness, and a pair of blood-red eyes loomed in the darkness.
…………
In the training base and laboratory, Wang Xiaoming looked at a piece of research information in his hand and frowned:
"There is something wrong with the ghost in the ghost coffin. Wei Jing cannot fully integrate with the ghost coffin because of the existence of this fierce ghost."
Wang Xiaoming rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the black coffin in the safe house. There was a fully-pregnant evil ghost inside. It was because of the existence of this evil ghost that the ghost coffin did not think Wei Jing was a evil ghost.
This also leads to the fact that although Wei Jing possesses all the supernatural powers of the ghost coffin, there are still risks, and this risk will be very high.
As long as the evil ghost in the ghost coffin leaves the coffin, this risk will arise.
"It's a bit troublesome. There is no way to perfectly control the ghost coffin, but the risk is too high. It is obviously impossible for Wei Jing to eat the ghost in the coffin."
"Suppression between supernatural puzzles is not that simple. It seems that we need to plan another method."
Wang Xiaoming sealed the information in his hand and handed it to Li Jun. The research information on ghost coffins was top secret. No one except him and the minister had the right to access it.
"Li Jun, get ready. I plan to hold the first meeting in advance, starting at noon tomorrow at most."
Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Li Jun agreed without hesitation. He just had to obey the order.
squeak
It was at this time that a man with a numb expression, empty eyes, and an old hemp rope hanging around his waist walked into the laboratory.
Seeing the visitor, Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and looked Wei Jing up and down:
"How does it feel? Do you have the ability to suppress evil ghosts without thinking?"
"Well, it does have the ability to suppress the evil spirits without thinking, and it can use the evil ghosts as one of its own units."
"The number of ghosts I can suppress now is three ghosts. As long as the ghosts are lower than mine, I will treat them as singles."
Wei Jing's voice was hollow and sounded like a dead person. In fact, he was no different from a dead person now.
"Three suppression quotas? Guisheng, plus yourself, and the guy who revived the ghost?" Wang Xiaoming asked.
"That's him. When I passed by, he had already recovered from the evil spirit, but he still retained a trace of consciousness, so I used him as one of my suppression spots." Wei nodded and told the truth without hiding anything.
"According to my feelings, I can clearly feel that the evil ghost was completely suppressed the moment I touched it. This shows that the suppressive force on my body has a terrifying priority."
After hearing Wei Jing's report, Wang Xiaoming nodded and confirmed his suspicion:
"Well, I understand. Your codename from now on will be Guizhan. This codename fits your abilities very well."
"By the way, you go to Moments tomorrow morning, firstly to pay back Guijian, secondly to inform Fang Shiming and Jiang Shangbai that the meeting will be advanced to noon tomorrow, and thirdly to warn them to put away those unrealistic calculations.
."
"At this time, any captain candidate is an extremely valuable resource. If they dare to violate the rules set by the headquarters, the headquarters will not hesitate to get rid of them, even if two of them are captain candidates."
Wang Xiaoming said as he handed a small gold box to Wei Jing.
Wei Jing took the gold box, put it in his pocket, nodded and said:
"I will tell you the truth."
He was happy to obey Wang Xiaoming's instructions, not because of anything else, but because Wang Xiaoming allowed him to survive. Although he became neither human nor ghost, so what? He survived and had terrifying abilities.
What else is not satisfying?
"By the way, don't come to the laboratory recently. Your problem has not been completely solved, and there may be a risk of losing control. You must take care of that spiritual bit. It is the key to maintaining your consciousness as a living person."
"But you don't have to worry. The next plan is already being prepared. I believe it won't be long before your hidden dangers will be completely resolved. Mr. Qin will pay attention to your status in the past few days. If there is anything wrong, remember to report it at any time.
"
After hearing Wang Xiaoming's warning, Wei Jing nodded, his expression still numb.
"I understand, and I will fully cooperate with Professor Wang's research."
Wang Xiaoming smiled, turned around and looked at the ghost coffin in the safe house, his eyes flickered slightly, he thought for a moment and said to Mr. Qin standing beside him:
"I have to trouble Mr. Qin to take a look at it. The situation of the ghost coffin is a bit complicated and it won't be easy to solve for a while. I will make arrangements after this meeting is over, so Mr. Qin needs to pay more attention to it during this time.
Already."
"No problem, you do your thing. If you need anything, just call the old man. If the old man can do it, he will do it."
Mr. Qin agreed directly without hesitation. Seeing that Gui Coffin and Wei Jing didn't need much energy, they could do it easily.
"That's good."
Wang Xiaoming exhaled a breath and looked a little tired, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes. It was obvious that he was very interested in the next plan.
Completely letting Wei Jing merge with the ghost coffin and become a real ghost without any risk of losing control is Wang Xiaoming's real goal!
"A ghost that resembles a starving ghost is even more terrifying than a starving ghost. I really look forward to the day when Wei Jing can stand up to Lin Qian."