Time flies very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, three full days passed, and everything in Da'an City seemed to have stopped during these three days, and the evil ghost seemed to have hibernated and disappeared.
Everything was quiet, but those who really knew the truth in each of them knew that this was just peace before the storm came.
Luo He stayed in a safe house all day, and there was a special body bag in front of him, inside which was a corpse parasitized by ghost silk. Due to limited conditions, he could not immediately start research.
Since Chen Zhanluo visited the door that day, the mummy he possessed has been left to Luo He as experimental materials.
It’s a pity that the Safe House did not expect to conduct supernatural research at the beginning, so various materials and even safety equipment are scarce, and they can only look at the golden mountain without moving.
"I'm conducting this kind of research in the laboratory building. Is it right or wrong? Recently, I seem to have increased my responsibilities to myself. This is not a good thing. Forget it, let's write it down first."
As he said that, Luo He stood up and pulled out a blank notebook from the bookshelf, and wrote some information about this supernatural incident on it.
He wrote down the last stroke and closed the notebook. He looked out the window, and it was still cloudy and there was no sign of improvement.
Just like the dilemma they are facing now, although Du Baige's condition has stabilized, he is still unconscious. According to the doctor, he has a high probability of becoming a vegetable.
Yan Duo is in pretty good condition. He cleans the safe house twice every day based on the clock hanging on the wall. According to what he said, even if he is not a ghost controller, he will help within his ability.
Others who stayed in this safe house, such as Huang Gongming and his son, Dai Zhibin and the little girl, basically they would pull a stool and run to the yard to hold a tea party if they had anything to do.
Although Luo He repeatedly reminded them not to do this, he gave up because they did not have a barbecue party at least. After all, in this environment, they still need to vent some of it.
He also had a premonition that when this supernatural incident completely broke out, the entire Da'an might fall.
"It's better to be loose than blocked. Do you need to take the initiative to trigger this supernatural incident again?" Luo He stood at the window, his haggard eyes full of fatigue, "No, for the current survivors in Da'an City, I'm afraid they can't hold on.
It's been so hard to live."
He looked at a dim room not far away, which was Wen Zhong's room, but he hadn't seen each other for almost two days.
But occasionally I heard a strange noise from the other party’s room. I think it was probably thinking about countermeasures to deal with supernatural events.
"Well, if everyone works as hard as him, then there will be no worries about any supernatural incident." Luo He stood at the window and couldn't help but sigh.
Suddenly, he saw Huang Gongming tiptoely opened the door of Wen Zhong's room and walked in. It was not just him, but about five minutes later, Dai Xiaoxiao actually tiptoe in.
What are they doing?
Luohe frowned. Although he felt that it was not good to interfere with the lives of young people, under the current circumstances, as a university professor, he still had to stand up and save these lost lambs.
It's definitely not because of his gossip.
At this moment, in Wen Zhong's room, the three of them were squeezing on the bed, with a huge monitor placed in front of them. Wen Zhong and Huang Gongming were having a fierce battle, while Dai Xiaoxiao cheered the two of them on the side.
"Haha, Lao Wen wants to challenge me with your lame sword technique? It's ten years early! No, twenty years!" Huang Gongming rubbed the handle while mocking Wen Zhong frantically.
"You are indeed very good at it, but you only have one." Wen Zhong smiled disdainfully, but the movement of rubbing the handle on his hands became more and more forceful.
"I think I've practiced hard day and night these two days, and I don't forget to rub the handle even when I eat. Lao Huang, don't blink and see for me, you will be killed by me."
The next moment, as Huang Gongming rubbed out a dragon-supporting punch, the game character controlled by Wen Zhong was taken away by the character controlled by Huang Gongming with a gorgeous combo.
Wen Zhong:?
Huang Gongming waved his hand coquettishly and said, "Old Wen, this is a fighting game. It tests your operation level, not your rubbing handle level. Forget it, I guess you will figure it out if you lose a few more times.
.”
Wen Zhong:…………
Dai Xiaoxiao, who was beside her, was quite happy to watch and kept applauding. Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong decided that he had to fight Huang Gongming again to rub his spirit.
"You are actually in the mood to play games, I really didn't expect it." The door of the room was pushed open, and Luo He stood at the door of the room and looked at the two people rubbing the handle inside, and couldn't help but frown.
"Is there anything wrong?" Wen Zhong handed the handle to Dai Xiaoxiao, and walked to the door of the room alone to signal Luo He to talk to him elsewhere.
When he arrived at the living room on the first floor, Luo He frowned and said, "Wen Zhong, have you been playing games these three days? So what new ideas do you have about this supernatural incident?"
"Idea? It's okay if you can make a living every day. That ghost thing is not something we can contact now. I suggest that the headquarters quickly upgrade the ghost thing and then isolate Da'an City. At least it will not harm others when it is out of control.
place."
In fact, when they paid such a great price to limit the source, this supernatural incident had already developed in an unsolvable direction, and all they could do was to live as much as they could.
"Don't forget that you are the head of this city. It is your mission to save this city!" Luo He said with a deep face.
"Yes, I am the person in charge, why are you anxious? Anyway, I am the one who took the blame in the end, and I am not you, so please relax." Wen Zhong shrugged and said, "Professor Luohe, do you want to come in and have fun too, it's very interesting.
Yes, if you don’t know, I’ll teach you.”
"You..." Luo He's eyes narrowed and he pointed at Wen Zhong for a long time and couldn't speak.
"Okay OK, don't be angry. If you have nothing else, I'll leave first. They're still waiting for me to come online."
After saying that, Wen Zhong left the living room, leaving only Luo He alone in the living room looking in a complicated look at the ceiling in a daze.
At the corner of the stairwell, Wen Zhong also raised his head and looked at the ceiling. There was no emotion in his eyes, but when he looked closely, he looked a little helpless and lonely.
Who can blame for the failure of the action? In fact, he has done what he should do. He can only blame the reality for being too cruel. Do you really have to fight until you die to make people satisfied?