This is definitely a huge gamble with his life. If he wins, he will have the power to solve this supernatural incident. If he loses, he will lose everything and even his life.
At this moment, reason and impulse are at war.
Finally, Wen Zhong made some determination.
"This method is still too risky. I need to be more cautious. Unfortunately, the existence of this ghost cannot be exposed. Otherwise, I can discuss it with Professor Ochiai or others."
Reason defeated impulse, Wen Zhong put the radio back into the gold box, sealed it again and placed it in a corner.
Although he didn't make an immediate decision, the extremely crazy method revealed by the radio today has been deeply imprinted in Wen Zhong's mind.
Even though he knew that this ghost was untrustworthy, Wen Zhong still couldn't help but think about the feasibility of this method.
"No, there is another issue it doesn't explain, and that is how I should use ghost silk to maintain my consciousness."
No, is it really possible to use ghost silk to maintain consciousness?
He felt that this was beyond the scope of risking one's life. It was purely gambling on luck, just like gambling, but the difference was that this time the dealer was a bad guy and he was a poor guy.
Moreover, he had gambled too many times, and he did not believe that he would be so lucky to survive in every situation. As the radio said, this plan was not foolproof and there was a possibility of failure.
Once he fails...
Wen Zhong, who had calmed down, sat down against the wall. If there were cigarettes at hand, he would smoke one without hesitation.
"Is this the duty of Interpol? I have obviously tried my best to take action, but now, I will stop talking until I have nothing left. Even my friends around me are about to die."
Wen Zhong looked at the dim sky outside the window. He felt so helpless for the first time. Everyone was looking forward to him, but no one understood him, and no one patted him on the shoulder and said, "You have done enough." alright.
You know, Wen Zhong is just a freshman, and he has only become a ghost controller for a month, right? He even half-promised to become an Interpol.
All this is too heavy for him. If he gambles again and fails again, he will really have nothing. Now he really can't afford to lose.
"This is a mess, whoever wants to clean it up can do it." He kicked the golden box hatefully. He hated that this damn radio actually solved this unsolvable problem for him.
I hate my own incompetence, and I hate this damn world even more.
He really should have died in that residential building instead of sitting here and giving up on himself.
Damn it, there was no choice. He now saw clearly that there was actually always a choice. He just subconsciously ignored other options.
I vented silently.
Wen Zhong sighed and walked out of his room. This time he put the guillotine wrapped in gold foil on his back and came to Professor Ochiai's room, which was messy but orderly.
Seeing Wenchu's arrival, Ochiai's expression darkened. He could tell that the other party's mental state was extremely unstable now, and he also saw the machete on his back.
"Why are you so serious? I just want to discuss something with you." Wen Zhong said with a forced smile on his face.
"Oh? What's the matter?" Ochiai relaxed a little after hearing this: "Looking at your menacing look, I almost thought you were here to chop me. Come sit here and talk about it."
Just as Wen Zhong was about to speak, he suddenly saw a body bag lying at Ochiai's feet.
"Professor Ochiai, what is this?" he asked.
"You haven't come out in the past two days. No wonder you don't know that this is the corpse parasitized by Chen Zhanluo, a mummy ghost derived from the thinking ghost. You should still remember the laboratory building... huh?"
Seeing that Wen Zhong's face was a little uncertain, he added: "Don't worry, I am still very measured and did not conduct research in this safe house casually."
Wen Zhong didn't say anything. He walked straight to the body bag with a serious expression, as if he was thinking about something important or weighing some unknown outcome.
After a while, his expression returned to calmness, as if he was relieved and made some determination.
"Professor Ochiai, you asked me before what I think of this supernatural incident, right? I am now officially telling you that this is an unsolvable incident, and anyone who wants to deal with it is a fool."
Wen Zhong thought for a while and then added: "And he is definitely the biggest fool in the world, the kind who can't even save melatonin."
"You're right, this is indeed an unsolvable supernatural event." Ochiai took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "So are you here to say this, or are you about to give up?"
Wen Zhong said calmly: "It's almost the same, but I, a fool, want to try again and gamble with fate again."
As soon as these words came out, Ochiai was stunned. He really didn't expect that Wen Zhong would say this.
"Do you need me to do anything for you?" Ochiai said.
"Not yet, but I will requisition this mummy first. I have to go out for a trip. You must not die before I come back." Wen Zhong said calmly.
After saying that, he picked up the body bag on the ground and left Ochiai's room without looking back.
Ochiai didn't say anything. He looked at Wen Zhong's leaving figure, a hint of complexity and a hint of guilt flashed in his haggard eyes.
After a while, Wen Zhong returned to his room and picked up the gold box placed in the corner, preparing to leave the safe house temporarily. Of course, he had to explain some things to others before leaving.
"The ghost thread in this corpse once contained Chen Zhanluo's consciousness, so it should be able to maintain my consciousness. If it is used as insurance, it should work."
The way the corpse moved was still vivid in Wen Zhong's mind. The fact that Chen Zhanluo's consciousness could reside in it was certainly related to the ghost he controlled and the supernatural items he used, but more importantly, it was the special nature of the thinking ghost.
That is, its own ability to accommodate living human consciousness.
"Confirm the plan again. If there are no problems, take a gamble and let me enjoy the feeling of being the savior."
This is the last night and will be his last attempt. If he fails, he will lose everything and his life, but if he succeeds, he will have the ability to contact and imprison the thinking ghost.
"In this damn world, since you don't leave a way for me to survive, then I will find a way out on my own." Wen Zhong roared, venting all the anger in his heart.