Chapter 221 What’s yours is mine

The function of ghost coffins and human skin masks can turn living people into ghosts. Taking advantage of the characteristics of ghosts that cannot be killed, the clone dies instead of the main body, thereby achieving the experimental plan of stealing wishes.

After some operations, Liang Xingyang created the clones of both of them. Wang Xiaoqiang lay down in the ghost coffin, and Uncle Wang put on the human skin mask.

The experiment began to proceed in an orderly manner.

Wang Xiaoming kept asking for wish stickers from the wishing ghost. The clones of Wang Xiaoqiang and Uncle Wang died again and again, while the original body that became the ghost lay peacefully, doing nothing.

One piece, two pieces...

The number of wish stickers in Wang Xiaoming's hand gradually increased, from one to a stack, from one to ten.

100th wish sticker.

At this time the sunset was setting in the west.

The light bulbs in the villa hall were affected by supernatural forces, making a hissing sound and flashing lights.

"That's enough."

Liang Xingyang suddenly stopped the experiment and prevented it from proceeding.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue to accumulate, but Wang Xiaoming's face is extremely pale at the moment, like a terminally ill person, his eyes are a little distracted, and it is obvious that he has been severely corroded by the wishing ghost.

Making a wish comes with a price. Not only will a relative of the host die, but the host's consciousness will also be affected by supernatural powers, and even his personality will be distorted.

Liang Xingyang stepped forward, knocked Wang Xiaoming unconscious, and handed him over to Li Jun.

As agreed, he took away fifty wish stickers.

Take out a sticker, take out a pen, and write on it: The wishing ghost will not attack Wang Xiaoqiang.

According to previous experience, even if Wang Xiaoqiang comes out of the ghost coffin and the wishing ghost killing rules are not covered, he will be attacked by the wishing ghost, so this sticker is an indispensable consumable.

As the wish sticker disappears illusoryly.

The wishing ghost stopped trying to open the coffin lid, and the terrifying ghost figure disappeared from reality.

Wang Xiaoqiang walked out of the ghost coffin with a complex expression. Zhou Deng also took off the human skin mask on Uncle Wang's face and quickly put it back.

Li Jun helped Wang Xiaoming lie on the sofa and asked in a low and depressed voice: "You didn't say anything would happen to Professor Wang. If you had told me in advance that making wish stickers would have an impact on Professor Wang, the headquarters would never agree to steal wishes.

The experiment continues."

Liang Xingyang put away the stack of wish stickers in his hand. After hearing this, he thought about it in his mind and said: "You will get something if you give it up. Experiments involving supernatural beings are not just playing tricks. And I have a way to solve Wang Xiaoming's problem."

"What can we do?" Li Jun asked.

"Look for Yang Jian and ask him to take Wang Xiaoming to find Yang Xiao."

Liang Xingyang kicked the ball to Yang Jian, but the evil dog has not yet awakened. Currently, only Yang Xiao in the oil painting has the supernatural power of ghost dreams.

He believed that with Yang Jian's IQ, he would definitely understand what he meant.

"I'll go."

Li Jun nodded expressionlessly, put away the fifty stickers, took Wang Xiaoming, Zhou Deng, Wang Xiaoqiang, and Uncle Wang, and left the villa using the firelight ghost.

The experiment is over, and it will be useless for them to stay here any longer.

"Wang Xiaoming is a talented person, but it's a pity that he is not suitable as a friend. It is not impossible for such a person to stab you in the back for the sake of justice."

"Value! If you are ruthless, you won't even let yourself go. You must have weighed the choice between the wish sticker and yourself before continuing the experiment."

Liang Xingyang stood quietly at the door, looking at the green firelight going away, and murmured in a low voice.

One night passed.

He placed the vats of dye in the mirrors in the basement and covered them with lids. The mirror containing the corpse of the woman in the well was thrown into a gold box and imprisoned.

Now there are a large number of ghosts imprisoned in the ghost blood, and some useless ghosts were released by him. Most of them were the ghosts in the bodies of the ghost masters of the Spirit Removal Society. There were also some random ghosts imprisoned, and they were all imprisoned in golden boxes.

Label it and put it away neatly.

"We're running out of space."

Liang Xingyang worked hard all night, looking at the dozens of neatly arranged golden boxes with a melancholy expression.

In addition to the boxes, ghost coffins, covered dye vats, ghost mirrors, ghost cabinets and other relatively large supernatural objects, there are also ghost candles and scapegoat dolls. The strategic resources of the ghost removal society such as ghost ink, ghost

Small items such as porcelain.

"We have to urge the safe house project in the sales hall to be completed as soon as possible."

Looking at the dazzling array of things, Liang Xingyang did not expect that one day he would be worried about insufficient space in the safe house.

The next morning.

Dajing City.

A special helicopter flew high in the sky and finally landed at the experimental base building of the Criminal Police Headquarters.

Wang Xiaoming got off the plane in high spirits, with two people following behind him.

Li Jun was covered in a fishy stench, carrying the box containing the ghost skeleton, and walking as accurately as a corpse.

Zhou Deng's eyes were darting around, looking around.

After Guimeng's treatment, Wang Xiaoming regained consciousness.

The flow of time in dreams and reality is different. Wang Xiaoming spent a month in the ghost dream, during which he calculated his research.

It's just a pity that there is no way to bring high-precision machines into dreams. Otherwise, putting experimental research in ghost dreams can save a lot of time.

The access control on the roof of the experimental base is opened.

The three of them walked all the way from the sixth floor to the third floor.

A conference room.

Wang Xiaoming pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in with Li Jun and Zhou Deng.

In the conference room, three people were already waiting here in advance.

Cao Yanhua was sitting in the main seat, staring at a report, showing a thoughtful look. A Hong was sitting on the edge, holding a makeup mirror in her hand to look at the makeup on her face.

Zhao Jianguo was sitting in the first place on the left. He was the first to notice the visitor and immediately said with a smile: "Professor Wang is back."

Wang Xiaoming nodded slightly as a greeting and found a seat to sit down. Li Jun and Zhou Deng sat next to A Hong.

The lights in the conference room are turned off and the projector is turned on,

Cao Yanhua spoke, with a hint of reproach in his tone: "Professor Wang, Li Jun's plan to transform into a ghost figurine has been successful. He can control the ghost figurines almost perfectly, and there is no risk of the ghosts reviving. Why do you insist on studying the plan to become an alien?

Woolen cloth?"

"The plan to create ghost figurines deserves to be vigorously promoted. Your research team should study it in depth and help the meritorious criminal police at the headquarters to complete the perfect supernatural balance."

Li Jun's life and death is related to many ghost masters in the headquarters who are on the verge of recovery. The curse on the tombstone is like a blood-locking hanging. In the process of losing the ghost makeup, the tombstone loses the connection with the ghost mud. Once the curse breaks out, it will definitely kill everyone.

The ghost master whose name is carved on the blood figurine.

Not only will the headquarters lose credibility, it will also lose a group of loyal criminal police officers.

Wang Xiaoming's expression remained unchanged and he said: "Minister Cao, the experiment of becoming an alien is not complicated. I will try to shorten the time as much as possible. Risks and rewards are often directly proportional. If the experiment succeeds, it will cost a few ghost controllers who are on the verge of recovery.

It’s almost negligible.”

The mental state of the ghost master who is on the verge of recovery is unstable. Even if the curse of the tombstone can suppress the ghost's recovery, once he loses his mind, this kind of ghost master is a time bomb.

In Wang Xiaoming's eyes, even if they were all added up, the value they created would not be as high as that of Li Jun, who became an outlier.

Just when Cao Yanhua and Wang Xiaoming were staring at each other, Zhou Deng interrupted at an inappropriate time: "Professor Wang, when will the wish sticker be handed over to me?"

Wang Xiaoming said nothing and looked in one direction.

Li Jun stood up from his seat, took out fifty wish stickers from his pocket, and spread them out on the conference table.

Wang Xiaoming reached out and took away three of them without giving any explanation.

Zhou Deng's eyes shone and he immediately stretched out his hand to take away twenty sheets, but was unexpectedly stopped by Cao Yanhua.

He frowned and said seriously: "Minister Cao, what do you mean?"

Cao Yanhua had a serious face and did not speak, but looked at Wang Xiaoming.

"Professor Wang promised me 20%." Zhou Deng glared.

Wang Xiaoming nodded slightly: "That's right."

Cao Yanhua rolled his eyes when he heard this: "Headquarters can only give you 20% of the 50%."

He pulled out ten stickers and threw them to Zhou Deng.

Zhou Deng was a little confused, 20% of a hundred was twenty, and it turned out to be ten.

But when he saw Cao Yanhua looking like he wanted to eat someone, he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, just when he was about to put away the ten stickers.

Li Jun suddenly came over, stretched out his hand and took away five.

Zhou Deng gritted his teeth and growled: "Li Jun, what do you mean?"

If Li Jun couldn't give him a satisfactory explanation, he would get angry.

Li Jun said expressionlessly: "In the process of making wish stickers, Professor Wang not only provided the wishing ghost, but also had his consciousness eroded by the wishing ghost. But you, you just lent the human skin mask, and you are not worthy of taking so much."

"You are looking for death..." Zhou Deng was furious and stood up from his position suddenly, "Aren't you afraid that I won't cooperate with experiments in the future?"

Li Jun said with a cold face: "Don't forget that I am the captain, and you are just the reserve captain. If you threaten a captain, I can kill you right now."

"Liang Xingyang is right when he says that the human skin mask can be yours, mine, or the headquarters'."

Zhou Deng's eyes narrowed, but he couldn't hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

Cao Yanhua shouted loudly: "Everyone, sit down."

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