After briefly confirming Li Jun's situation, Li Leping looked at Wang Xiaoming and said with some confusion: "It's really interesting. How did you do it? You always seem to be able to detect my existence and find me in the crowd.
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People were coming and going in the hall, and Li Leping could see at least dozens of people now, not including the guards standing guard.
However, even in an environment with so many people, Wang Xiaoming was able to accurately locate himself, the ghost controller who is often forgotten.
"Observe and combine some key information to narrow the scope of observation."
Wang Xiaoming raised his skinny fingers and pointed at the coffin where Mr. Qin was sealed: "I think your attention will be attracted by this coffin as soon as you arrive at the headquarters, so the location of my observation was also reduced to the central area of the hall.
, plus you just have a low sense of existence and are easy to be forgotten but it does not mean disappearing. It is not difficult to find a person who is alone in a small area and whose eyes always stay on the statue."
"Of course, provided you don't use the ghost realm to deliberately hide your existence."
"Amazing. Although you look very sick, your mind is still so clear." Li Leping praised.
He never denied Wang Xiaoming's talent in supernatural research.
Even he had to admit that if Wang Xiaoming chose to accept supernatural power and become a ghost controller, relying on his keen observation, determination to calm the supernatural, and his unconstrained imagination, Wang Xiaoming might be able to control the supernatural.
He has gone very far, even farther than some captains.
But if Wang Xiaoming does this, then he is not Wang Xiaoming.
Moreover, becoming a top ghost controller requires not only IQ, but also a lot of luck and on-the-spot judgment when the information is unknown.
Smart people just have the advantage of surviving in supernatural events, but dealing with supernatural events and controlling supernatural beings are two different things. The road to controlling supernatural beings is difficult and cannot be copied. Even if Li Leping reenacts the entire process of controlling supernatural beings,
, and will definitely die at some stage.
Therefore, making contributions as an ordinary person like Wang Xiaoming might not be a bad choice.
At least after so many people in charge at the headquarters died, he not only survived until now, but also made some special supernatural props and did the best he could.
"So what do you want from me?"
After a brief compliment, Li Leping did not care about Wang Xiaoming's condition, but immediately went straight to the topic.
Because as long as Wang Xiaoming wants to live, there are plenty of ghost controllers in the headquarters who are willing to use supernatural powers to heal him and restore him to health instantly.
But since Wang Xiaoming's condition has deteriorated to this level but has not yet been cured, it means that he himself rejected the plan to use supernatural power to cure himself.
Perhaps in Wang Xiaoming's opinion, healing from supernatural powers is the most terrifying disease in the world.
Or maybe, as he once said, he can work as long as he can live, and when death comes, he can close his eyes and take a good rest.
This is Wang Xiaoming's personal wish, and Li Leping respects it.
Wang Xiaoming raised his hand and motioned to Li Jun: "Go and do your work first."
Li Jun nodded and left quickly without asking any more questions.
"You shouldn't mind pushing the wheelchair for me."
Wang Xiaoming smiled softly, slowly raised his thin hand, and patted the wheelchair he was sitting on.
"You're quite respectable enough to have so many captain-level ghost masters help you push your wheelchair."
Li Leping looked at Wang Xiaoming, who was only a few months old, and took over the task that originally belonged to Li Jun with a joke. He pushed the wheelchair like a nurse caring for a dying old man, and asked: "Tell me, where do you want to go?"
"Just go outside the building and walk around casually." Wang Xiaoming pointed to the door of the building.
Li Leping didn't say anything, just silently pushed the wheelchair outside the building.
"I heard that something happened over there in the island country. There was a lot of commotion, but it was calmed down by a mysterious person."
Wang Xiaoming, who was sitting in a wheelchair, raised his head at this moment and looked pointedly at Li Leping, who was silent.
Li Leping neither admitted nor denied: "Does this matter have anything to do with what you want to say?"
"Originally it was relevant, but looking at your current state, it's no longer relevant."
As he spoke, Wang Xiaoming looked at Li Leping, who had a gray complexion: "It seems that you encountered quite a problem while you were abroad."
There seemed to be something flowing under the gray skin. It didn't look like blood, but there was a faint pungent smell, much like paint.
"It's normal for people like us to encounter problems. Which person who deals with supernatural events can always remain stable?"
Li Leping's tone was calm, and he was already used to these supernatural problems.
"Yes." Wang Xiaoming did not refute.
"That's enough about me. If your purpose of letting me come is to take a look at me and analyze my condition, then I should be ready to leave now." Li Leping said.
At this moment, he had pushed Wang Xiaoming out of the headquarters building in a wheelchair.
However, during this process, no one in the hall noticed him or Wang Xiaoming in the wheelchair, as if they were not aware of their existence at all, or in other words, they did not exist in everyone's sight at all, as if they had been forgotten.
"There are a lot of things I want to tell you. I am very clear about my physical condition. I can only last two months at most." Wang Xiaoming said.
"So you're starting to make funeral arrangements?"
Li Leping lowered his head and glanced at Wang Xiaoming, who was physically and mentally haggard.
"Almost, this may be our last meeting. After all, our time is precious, and the coming days will not be peaceful. Unless there are special circumstances, it is best for the captain to stay in the city he is responsible for." Wang Xiaoming said.
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Instead of feeling sorry for Wang Xiaoming's condition, Li Leping only cared about Wang Xiaoming's assessment of the future.
After all, this world has never been stable since the supernatural revival.
But since Wang Xiaoming would emphasize this point again at this time, it means that something worse will definitely happen.
At this time.
Wang Xiaoming handed over a portfolio.
The portfolio was always on his lap, and there were more than one or two.
"Investigation report on the Ghost Lake Incident?"
Li Leping took the file with one hand and did not rush to open it. Instead, he took a look at the contents on the cover.
"The incident itself is very complicated, and there is still very little relevant information, but what happened is actually not complicated. Cheng Hao, the person in charge of Zhongzhou City who established the file, died while handling the incident, and the captain Yin Zi, who was originally responsible for investigating the Ghost Lake incident, was also killed.
There has been no news for a long time, and the team leader Cao Yang who followed up also disappeared some time ago."
"Now the Ghost Lake incident has been upgraded. Although the headquarters has not yet issued a formal document, it has been internally defined as an S-class supernatural incident."
Before Li Leping could open the file and read it in detail, Wang Xiaoming briefly described the matter.
In his opinion, although Li Leping, as the captain, had the right to know, he no longer had the ability to participate in the operation.
Since you are no longer required to participate, Wang Xiaoming will naturally not let Li Leping waste time looking through files.
Li Leping's eyes suddenly became serious when he heard this: "A supernatural incident killed two captains?"
He didn't care about the identity of Captain Yinzi. After all, he had been missing for so long and he was probably already dead.
It is obviously unnecessary to care about the intelligence of a dead person, but it is necessary to care about the horror of the incident.
Although there is a gap in strength between the captains, the ghost master who can serve as the captain is definitely far stronger than ordinary ghost masters.
It is still necessary to take the initiative to learn about the supernatural events that can make one captain after another fall into it.
Wang Xiaoming continued: "The incident must be dealt with as soon as possible. Now the ghost lake has a tendency to expand. Surrounding cities in Zhongzhou City have discovered supernatural phenomena suspected of ghost lake. If it is not dealt with, the ghost lake incident may be escalated to
SS-level supernatural incident.”
"Let me make it clear first, I will not participate in this work." Li Leping refused without giving a specific reason.
He didn't need to give a reason, because as He Xueyan said, his poor condition was the best proof, and there was no need to say anything more.
The headquarters wouldn't force a captain in poor condition to deal with supernatural incidents, right?
"Don't worry, although I did originally have the idea of letting you participate in the operation, but now even if we all agree, the other captains involved in this operation will probably not be willing to have such a ghost controller around who may lose control at any time.
"Wang Xiaoming said.
"Are there other captains? It seems that you are planning to organize several captains to deal with the Ghost Lake incident?"
Li Leping heard the information revealed in Wang Xiaoming's words.
"After Cao Yang's failure, it is impossible for a captain to act alone. However, I can only reveal so much. I am still considering the specific list. Only the captains who participated in the operation can know who else will participate in this operation.
." Wang Xiaoming said.
"So this is what you said is the situation becoming more uneven? Two captains of the Twelve were killed at once, and now in order to solve the problem of Ghost Lake, several more captains must be recruited for support."
There are a total of twelve captains in the headquarters. Even if Wang Xiaoming didn't say anything, Li Leping could guess who would be on the final list.
However, such a large-scale recruitment will indeed affect the situation to a certain extent. After all, when these captains deal with the Ghost Lake incident, the city they are responsible for will fall into a defensive void.
Even though these captains have their own teams of ghost masters under their command, some problems can only be solved by captain-level ghost masters.
If an ordinary ghost master were to deal with it, he might die suddenly upon encountering him, without even seeing the ghost before he died.
"This can only be regarded as a partial factor. This is the thing that may really affect the situation or even lead to the collapse of the situation."
Wang Xiaoming's tone became a little heavy at this moment, and at the same time he handed over a new file: "You need to read this file yourself. To some extent, the things in it are related to you."
"related to me?"
Li Leping couldn't help but become curious after taking the file.
The file is marked with the name of the event.
[Institute attack]
Li Leping opened the file and took out the documents inside.
The document is accompanied by several pictures.
One of the photos captured a strangely dead body falling from the ceiling.
This corpse was wearing the uniform of a headquarters security officer, with a ferocious and terrifying face. Its wide-open eyes were full of fear before death, and it was unknown what kind of torture it suffered before death.
However, what gives people chills is the way this security officer died.
Although the body was hung from the ceiling, there was no rope around his neck. Instead, his limbs were covered with densely packed thin wires. These thin wires were like puppet strings, tightly strangling the body.
The limbs penetrated deep into the flesh, and the blood dyed the originally transparent thin threads red, as if it had also taken away the life of the deceased.
The most bizarre thing is that after killing the deceased, these thin threads seem to be pulling the corpse under some kind of interference, causing it to unfold its stiff arms, and at the same time, it also makes one of the corpse's toes spread out.
It seems to be asking it to assume a dancing posture in mid-air, as if it is dancing a grand ballet.
The desperate face paired with the elegant figure is simply creepy.
Li Leping looked at other pictures, several of which showed other dead people. The faces of these dead people were so horrified, but the corpses were also placed in various dancing postures.
Ballet, Latin dance, tap dance, jazz dance...
It seems as if as many people have died as many types of dance can be seen in this place.
Those who don't know better would think that this is a huge dance, but the participants are not living people, but corpses with ashen faces and full of despair.
"man-made?"
It was this strange feeling of disharmony that made Li Leping immediately make a judgment.
He determined that these dead people must have died from supernatural power, but it was probably not the ghosts who used the supernatural power to kill people, but the ghost masters.
Because it is unlikely that a vicious ghost would kill someone like this...elegantly?
This method of suspending a corpse on strings to create a dancing posture does not seem like something a ghost could do, but more like the morbid aesthetic pursued by an artist with mental problems, using the corpse as a string puppet.
The corpse was forcibly twisted into the shape he wanted to see.
Except for the pictures of corpses, one of the remaining photos seemed to be of a safe house located underground. There was a golden coffin inside, but this coffin was open and the lid of the coffin was covered.
It was pushed aside and it seemed that it had not yet been officially put into use.
"Someone attacked the institute, stole the ghost from one of the coffins, and killed a group of people along the way?"
Without reading the text report with the pictures in detail, Li Leping had already constructed the general process and results of the incident in his mind based on the information in the pictures.
"Absolutely, but before you ask what this matter has to do with you, you can first take a look at where the ghosts trapped in this container came from."
Wang Xiaoming was very calm and was not surprised by Li Leping's ability to sort out information in such a short time.
"Where did it come from?"
According to what Wang Xiaoming said, Li Leping quickly browsed the text in the report.
He found it quickly.
The espionage incident in Dachuan City was solved by Li Leping, the person in charge of Dachuan City.
"spy?"
Something that happened a long time ago comes to mind.
"Is it that ordinary girl named Aisha?"
Li Leping quickly remembered the spy incident and understood which ghost was imprisoned in the coffin.