The terrifying knock on the door seemed to disappear after ringing for a few times.
It seemed as if what was outside the door had given up on coming in.
However, the armed policeman who was standing close behind the door, listening to the movement outside, still had a stern look on his face, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Because he hasn't heard any movement from outside, this means that the things outside have not left, but are still stopping outside the door.
That was when the armed policeman was still thinking deeply.
Wang Xiaoming, who looked haggard, suddenly picked up his satellite positioning phone because someone called him.
"If you don't open the door, I'll leave."
The voice on the other end of the phone was cold, and Wang Xiaoming had no impression of this person at all.
But he had already guessed who it was.
"Open the door."
Wang Xiaoming's voice was hoarse, his lips were white, and it was a bit difficult to get up. He was like an old man with limited mobility. He even needed the support of the armed policeman who was guarding the side.
During this period, everyone in the safe house lived in fear. All they had to do every day was eat, sleep and go to the toilet, and then fantasize about the beauty of the past or the despair of the future.
He was the only one who needed to keep running his smart brain, constantly observing the situation of Yang Jian's hanging, and constantly analyzing it.
After the camera was cut off, he needed to constantly communicate with the headquarters to make various arrangements and issue various orders.
It can be said that he had the least time to rest in the safe house, and even the energy obtained from eating could not make ends meet.
The brain continues to function, but the consequence of the lack of supplies is that the food distribution he can get is also very limited.
"Open the door?"
Everyone who heard this order couldn't help but wonder if the professor who was under special care had become mentally abnormal because he had been suppressed for too long.
Is this person already crazy?
"The matter has been resolved, open the door."
Wang Xiaoming walked over with the support of the armed policeman and continued to adhere to the original order with a calm voice.
He has received the news that Yang Jian successfully restrained the starving ghosts.
Coupled with the phone call he just made, it was enough for him to determine who was knocking on the door outside.
"That's...okay."
In line with the bounden duty of obeying orders, and with Professor Wang's firm attitude, the armed policeman standing behind the door no longer hesitated, stepped forward, and opened the door that had been closed for a long time.
The door opened and the lights in the safe house shone out, but the passage outside was still so dark.
At this moment, everyone's eyes shrank subconsciously.
In the darkness, a strange young man stood quietly, looking at the metal door that slowly opened.
"A living person?"
People in the safe house soon saw the strange man standing outside the door.
However, everyone including Wang Xiaoming had no impression of him due to his unfamiliar appearance.
However, the clothes this man was wearing seemed familiar to some people.
Yang Jian seems to have several sets of the same clothes. To be precise, these are uniforms issued by a special unit.
Jiang Yan remembered clearly that this was a uniform belonging to Interpol.
"Is this guy also an Interpol officer?"
She couldn't help but look at the young man with pale skin, but found that his appearance seemed to be in a fog, and she couldn't remember it at all.
The only thing that can be remembered is the uniform he was wearing and the conspicuous golden nameplate.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the young man standing outside the door, and they also saw the golden nameplate.
There seemed to be something engraved on the sign, but it was too far away so no one could see it clearly.
No one dared to get close to see what was engraved on this golden nameplate, because even from a distance of more than ten meters, people could feel the cold aura lingering on this young man.
Most of the people present were familiar with this cold aura, because Yang Jian also had this cold aura that didn't look like a living person.
The ghost master.
Although I don’t know what this young man’s surname or first name is, I can’t even remember his appearance.
But this weird smell alone was enough for the people in the safe house to determine his identity.
Ignoring the looks from other people, Li Leping focused his attention on Wang Xiaoming, who was walking towards this side.
He did not choose to go in, but stopped outside the door.
"It seems that you have suffered a lot during this period."
Although he said this, the tone of the young man's words was not a sigh at all, but a smile, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with no intention of concealing the true thoughts in his heart.
Compared with the last time we met, Wang Xiaoming looked much worse. He was thin, with heavy bags under his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot. He had to be supported by others when he walked. His steps were a little weak, as if he would fall over if he was blown.
It is rare to see Wang Xiaoming, who has always been aloof and aloof, in such a miserable state. I must watch it a few more times and remember this scene well.
"There's no need for you to be sarcastic here."
Accompanied by two armed policemen, Wang Xiaoming, whose eyes were bloodshot, walked over, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he exposed his physical weakness.
Wang Xiaoming is just an ordinary person. Although he is an expert in supernatural studies and has had many contacts with supernatural beings, he still stubbornly maintains his identity as an ordinary person and does not want his body to have any entanglement with supernatural beings.
The flesh and blood of ordinary people is obviously difficult to support in such a high-pressure environment, especially for Wang Xiaoming, who just lost his brother, but he has to force himself to do his best to assist the enemy who killed his brother.
In a dreary environment, I still have to keep working with such a physically and mentally exhausted body.
On this point, Li Leping admired Wang Xiaoming.
At least Li Leping would definitely not apply value theory to people who kill their relatives.
For him, it means taking revenge when there is a grudge and redressing an injustice.
Who cares what your identity is? If you dare to take action, you must be prepared to be liquidated by me.
Shrugging, Li Leping did not intend to continue to be arrogant towards Wang Xiaoming.
After all, Wang Xiaoqiang had just died, so perhaps Gu Li had already opened the champagne at home when he learned the news.
Wang Xiaoqiang was indeed unpopular and even made a lot of enemies. However, due to Wang Xiaoming's status, most people did not kill him.
However, Wang Xiaoqiang bumped into Yang Jian this time. Yang Jian doesn't like to reason with others. He is very pure. As long as he thinks you are a threat, he will definitely want to kill you.
Not to mention, you have already killed him.
However, no one, including Yang Jian, would take the initiative to mention Wang Xiaoming's pain point.
"Wait a moment."
As Wang Xiaoming gradually approached, Li Leping suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed his palm at Wang Xiaoming and the two armed policemen following him, and stopped him: "Don't come over yet."
"What? What's the problem?" Wang Xiaoming frowned.
Li Leping's nose twitched, then he took a few steps back and looked at Wang Xiaoming with a strange expression: "Don't you smell a strange smell?"
Suddenly, the faces of the two armed police officers became embarrassed, and they quickly explained: "There was a young man inside who had diarrhea, and the safe house didn't have time to install a ventilation system, so..."
As they spoke, the two of them turned their heads in unison and looked at Zhang Wei, who was peeking behind the door.
Li Leping: "..."
"You guys are so intoxicated."
He looked at Wang Xiaoming, who was unshaven and with messy hair, and said sincerely: "How about you take a shower first?"