"Wen Zhong, the meeting will begin in thirty seconds. You are not a problem." Ling Jin's somewhat nervous voice came from the other end of the phone. It was rare to hear her such nervous voice.
"I'm ready at any time." Wen Zhong said.
Soon after thirty seconds, the signal of the satellite phone was briefly cut off, and then it was reconnected.
"Hello, the detective policeman, I am Yan Wenhua, the leader of the Ghost Controller Headquarters, and one of the main persons in charge of the Da'an City Thinking Ghost Incident. Did you initiate this meeting to discuss the issue of life and death in Da'an City?"
In the temporary command center outside Da'an City, Yan Wenhua asked in a calm tone as calm as possible.
"That's right, but it's not as serious as I said. I just want to confirm something." Wen Zhong said.
"Well, if it is related to the life and death of Da'an City, I can answer any number of questions you have." Yan Wenhua said cheerfully.
"Thank you, I'll let me organize the language first. I'm a little nervous when I attended such a meeting for the first time." Wen Zhong said.
As soon as these words came out, a slight laughter sounded in the conference room. Of course, Yan Wenhua was no exception. This was actually the first time he had formal contact with Wen Zhong.
It was a bit beyond his expectations. In just a few short sentences, he could infer that the other party was different from the ghost driver he had ever contacted in his previous experience.
"quiet."
A majestic voice sounded in the conference room. The moment I heard this sound, the originally somewhat playful conference room became silent again.
This is Minister Cao from the Ghost Controller Headquarters. Although he is a deputy, his rights are actually almost the same as those of the minister.
"First of all, everyone who attended the meeting should have heard of the ghost incident, right? The archives and information have been basically given to you. Professor Luohe probably has communicated with you."
Wen Zhong said: "Then I only have one question here, can I sacrifice the entire Da'an City to detain this thinking ghost?"
As soon as this was said, everyone was shocked again. Some people even suspected that there was a problem with their ears. What was the problem? How could Wen Zhong, an Interpol, ask such a question?
"What a joke, the ghost driver Wen Zhong, please pay attention to your wording. Your duty is to fight everything to protect the safety of Da'an City, rather than putting it on the gambling table as a bargaining chip."
As expected, as soon as Wen Zhong finished speaking, someone couldn't wait to roar.
The person speaking was a man with a very low voice, his tone was filled with anger and a sense of righteousness.
"Detective Wen Zhong, please explain what you said just now. This is not something I can hide by just joking." Cao Yanhua was speaking, and his tone was also a bit stiff.
"Well, if you want to completely solve the supernatural incident in Da'an City, you need to solve two prerequisites..."
"It's contact and detention, right?" Cao Yanhua said.
"Minister Cao is right." Wen Zhong said with a smile: "It is not a big problem to detain thinking ghosts now. I have my own means, and more importantly, it is to solve the contact problem."
"But to be honest, I can solve the problem of contacting evil spirits. I have my own plan, but the chance of success is not very high, which is why I initiated this meeting."
Wen Zhong took a deep breath and continued: "Once my plan fails, Da'an City will immediately turn into a living restricted area, which will definitely lead to a disaster that is ten times worse than now, so I can't make this happen for a long time.
Decide."
"So what do you mean?" Cao Yanhua said.
"It's very simple. I need the headquarters to make this decision for me. After all, it's all about the life and death of millions of people. I think it's better to decide by the headquarters. After all, it's the headquarters." Wen Zhong in every headquarters
Added accents.
silence.
Long silence.
Everyone who attended the meeting felt a headache, and some people were even considering whether they should take the opportunity to hang up the phone. Wen Zhong almost called the slander to the public screen.
"Okay, that's all I said. It's ten o'clock in the evening now. I hope you can give me an accurate answer before 4 o'clock in the morning. I'll take a rest of my energy and sleep for a while."
After saying that, Wen Zhong cut off the communication neatly.
"Oh, let's leave it to them for a headache." Wen Zhong stretched out. He didn't care what those people would think, at least they didn't have to run to Da'an City to face the terrifying evil spirits.
And he is really fighting for the city.
"No matter what, if the plan fails and dies, at least my family and my friends will not be embarrassed by the headquarters." Wen Zhong smiled with a self-deprecating smile, really helpless.
In the past, he had his own choices to face helplessness. This time he chose to throw the choice to the headquarters so that they could feel it. As for whether the headquarters would agree, Wen Zhong didn’t have to worry at all.
Sure will.
Because the knife was not placed on their necks.
Moreover, no country will give up a city, and even if there is one, it will definitely not be them. This is not only about face-saving issues, but also like an alternative competition.
"Okay, all the preparations have been completed, and it's time to find a burial place for yourself next."
In fact, it is the safest to implement a suicide plan in this safe house, but people will have selfish intentions. He does not want to implicate his friends again because of his own death.
As for the location of the plan, he had already figured out.
"Fang Diyuan, although we have not known each other for a long time, this is undoubtedly a bad fate." Wen Zhong's eyes drifted out the window, "Lianyiguan, let's choose here."
A man quietly walked out of the safe house and looked at the room where the lights were still on. A ripples appeared in his heart. How could he still maintain so many living emotions after controlling the three evil spirits? He spent most of the time.
Just pretend.
He doesn't want to be a bad ghost. If he has a choice, he still wants to be a carefree college student.
"Dawn is the most hopeful time of the day. I wonder if I can witness the next dawn."
Wen Zhong got into the car and slowly drove towards Liangyiguan. He had already confirmed that there was no one there, and the scenery was quiet enough and the scenery was very good. It was definitely enough to use it as his burial place.
Along the way, the vehicles bumped, and the closer they got to the dim haze around the city center, the more human-shaped outlines surging.
Wen Zhong did not stop, everything outside had nothing to do with him at this moment. He only cared about one thing in his heart, that is, how to make a good bet on this damn fate.