Wen Zhong did not return to the room. He was sitting on the balcony, looking at the dim city, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.
He doesn't have many trump cards left. It can be said that only the radio and the weird guillotine are left, but neither of them can be controlled by him now.
After thinking for a moment, he found Yan Duo, who was in the room looking for files on supernatural events that had happened in Da'an City. When he saw Wen Zhong coming over, he said hello tiredly.
"I'm still not used to it now, and I don't know if there is an accurate definition of my state." Yan Duo smiled bitterly, his eyes filled with unconcealable exhaustion.
"After imprisoning the thinking ghost, I can just take off the ghost's shirt and return it to you. There is no need to be so dejected." Wen Zhong said, "I am looking for you this time to ask you to do me a favor again."
"You said that as long as I can help, I will not refuse." Yan Duo said.
Wen Zhong lowered his voice and said: "I want you to help me keep an eye on Professor Ochiai. His current state is not quite right. At this juncture, I'm afraid he will cause trouble."
Yan Duo was startled, but then he nodded without hesitation. He could still tell the difference between what was serious and what was minor.
After explaining all this, Wen Zhong left Yan Duo's room and returned to his own room. After explaining some things to Huang Gongming and Dai Xiaoxiao, he sat on the bed and took out the gold box.
Another helpless choice.
"The devil I control is already on the verge of recovery. Wanting to control that guillotine can be said to be wishful thinking, so now my last resort is this ghost thing."
It's a bit ironic to think about leaving the fate of Da'an City to someone who doesn't know whether it's a human or a ghost. No, it should be said to be extremely ironic.
"I am neither Jesus nor the Virgin Mary. I can only do my best within my own capabilities." Wen Zhong took a deep breath and slowly opened the gold box in front of him.
What you see is a worn-out old-fashioned radio, with a little rust on the casing and even dark red blood stains. A rotten and old smell permeates the air, giving you a weird feeling just looking at it.
"No matter how many times I see it, I still feel weird. Are you a human or... a ghost?" Wen Zhong frowned and raised his hand to take the radio out of the gold box.
After taking it out of the gold box, the radio seemed to be connected to the power supply again, a red light emitted, and a harsh electric sound echoed in the room.
"Zizi - my name is Wen Zhong, when you hear this sentence I will be dead -"
The sound from the radio was extremely hoarse, extremely distorted like a web robot, but it had a different taste in Wen Zhong's ears. It was familiar, weird, and terrifying all at once.
"Don't tell me it's useless. I want to know how to solve this thinking ghost incident." Wen Zhong took a deep breath and got straight to the point. He wanted to confirm whether the radio in front of him could solve this unsolvable supernatural incident.
ability.
The radio made no sound, only a faint red light flashed continuously, and the frequency looked like a living person breathing.
"Are you making a fuss with me, or are you saying that you don't have the ability to solve this supernatural incident? If it's the former, I can understand you, but if it's the latter..." Wen Zhong said in a deep voice.
"Then there is no need for you to exist. If I put you in a box today, you will appear at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean tomorrow, and you will never appear in this world again."
The reason why he kept this radio was because he wanted to use it to break the situation when he faced an unsolvable situation, but if this radio could not help him when he needed it...
Then Wen Zhong will definitely destroy this radio without hesitation. This is the value of its existence. If it cannot do this, then there is no need for it to exist.
Silence, still silence.
A full three minutes passed, and just when his patience was about to be exhausted, the harsh sound of electricity sounded again.
"Yes, it's really a wise choice." Wen Zhong squinted his eyes and said, he was almost ready to take action.
"Zizi - my name is Wen Zhong. I am not dead today. Since that operation, my condition has become worse day by day. Even if I don't take the initiative to contact the thinking ghost, I don't think I can live much longer -
"
"Zizi - thinking of this, I have to turn to this weird radio, hoping that it can reverse all this, but unfortunately I don't trust it -"
Wen Zhong frowned when he heard this. This ghost is quite self-aware.
"Zizi - But in order to survive, I had to compromise. Now is the time to strengthen my strength. The radio gave me two methods, but they are both very dangerous. For this reason, I have been hesitating."
Two kinds?
Wen Zhong said: "Tell me what are the two methods?"
"Zizi - the first method is... to abandon everything I have to control the thinking ghost. As long as I control the thinking ghost, all problems will be solved -"
Um?
Hearing this method, Wen Zhong almost jumped up from his chair in shock. He almost subconsciously picked up the guillotine and prepared to chop this damn thing into pieces. Wasn't this just deceiving himself into committing suicide?
Putting aside the issue of balance, the lessons learned from He Youxu and Fang Diyuan were right in front of him. A ghost of this level could not be touched by a living person.
To put it bluntly, whoever touches it will die.
But if you think about it from another perspective, if you can really control the thinking ghost, then his power will definitely increase to an incredible level. Of course, the premise is that you can successfully control the thinking ghost.
"Zizi - there are three major difficulties in controlling the thinking ghost. The first is balance. This is very simple. I just need to give up all the powerful ghosts I control now and only control the thinking ghost -"
"Zizi - the second one is consciousness, which is also not difficult. As long as you make good use of this weird radio, you can maintain your own consciousness, and maybe you can go one step further -"
Suddenly Wen Zhong clapped his hands and interrupted the other party. After hearing that he had to rely on the radio to maintain consciousness, he was too lazy to listen anymore. No matter how attractive it was, it was no different from a trap in Wen Zhong's eyes.
"You are really determined to kill me. Let's talk about the second method. If it's as nonsense as the first method, you don't need to say it. Just tell me where you like to be buried."
Wen Zhong said coldly.
He once again confirmed that this ghost thing had absolutely no good intentions. If he believed that he could rely on it to maintain his consciousness, it would be better to believe that a sow could climb a tree. To sum up, it was nonsense.
The radio fell silent again. This time it was silent for an extra long time. It took ten minutes before it sounded again.