It has been seven days since Wen Zhong disappeared without a sound. During these seven days, Luo He almost lost weight. His eyes became more and more sunken and his whole body became more and more haggard.
The center of Da'an has completely fallen, with countless terrifying ghosts gathering in the haze, and there is even a tendency to spread to the whole city.
The whole city seemed to be dead, constantly emitting a cold and decayed smell.
Luo He was standing on the balcony and looking into the distance. This had become his daily compulsory course. He held a dark purple umbrella with a simple and weird shape in his hand, and he was always wary of being targeted by a ghost.
"Ding ding ding-"
The satellite phone in his arms rang a harsh ringtone. Luo He frowned and picked up the phone. The headquarters originally asked him to be on standby all day, but he really didn't want to be monitored by everyone in every move.
"Hey, I'm Luohe, what's the matter?"
"Professor Luohe, have Wen Zhong contacted you these two days? His satellite phone has been turned off. It has been seven days now, but the wind direction in Da'an City has not changed at all."
Yan Wenhua's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm very worried...I've failed?"
"I don't know, he didn't even say anything to me before he left." Luo He said stiffly.
It is impossible to say that he doesn't care at all. Wen Zhong left without saying a word, which was a sign of distrust in his opinion. He was willing to give advice for Wen Zhong, but the other party did not appreciate it.
Yan Wenhua was silent for a moment, gritted her teeth and asked, "Professor Luohe, what are you going to do next? I heard that Du Baige has woken up."
"Du Baige?" Luo He smiled bitterly and said, "What do you mean? He is not even speaking properly now. Do you still expect him to deal with such an unsolvable supernatural incident?"
It's really helpless.
In fact, after Du Baige woke up, they also went out, in addition to replenishing necessary supplies.
After paying some tragic price, they played a radio, calling on all surviving residents of Da'an to avoid those ghosts by lowering their body temperature.
Although doing this is like drinking poison to quench thirst, they have to do it, and this is the last thing they can do for Da'an City.
"In two days, if Wen Zhong has no news, then the headquarters will take special measures. The entire Da'an City will be completely blocked. You are mentally prepared."
Yan Wenhua said with a calm face. He really didn't want to get to this point. This was the worst ending he could think of.
"I understand, I will tell others." Luo He sighed. It was useless to hide it at this time, but when he heard this news, he was still in a daze.
After hanging up the phone, his face became extremely serious.
It has only been a long time since several such large-scale supernatural events have occurred nationwide.
The increase in the number of supernatural events and the expansion of the scale of supernatural events all reveal one thing - it may be a change of time.
The wind continues to blow.
A fallen leaf set out from the roof of the safe house, advanced in the haze, and finally stopped in the depths of a dilapidated Taoist temple.
The next moment, an iron door was pushed open from inside, and a blurry human figure slowly walked out against the black and red haze, and the cold gray light kept flashing on his body.
Countless ferocious wounds that had cracked their bodies were constantly opening and closing at this moment, like strange eyes, quietly peeking at everything hidden in the haze.
But what is even more terrifying is that the human-shaped contours are uneven in the joints on the body, twisting like a dislocation fracture, and occasionally making a "click" sound of bone fracture.
No matter how you look at this figure, it is impossible for it to be a living person, like a broken corpse, and he is holding a strange guillotine tightly on his right hand, which makes him even more terrifying.
"KaKa——"
After a brief silence, the figure suddenly moved, and the bones on his body were trembling. Suddenly his body paused, his right leg twisted 180 degrees and dragged it hard.
It lived in his body.
The figure was stunned, as if thinking about something, as if he was just confused after resurrection. After a brief silence, he slowly raised the guillotine in his hand and pointed it at the twisted right leg.
But the next moment, he put the guillotine back, as if he realized that it was inappropriate to cut off his right leg directly.
A pale and cold arm stretched out from the dim haze and grabbed the twisted thigh. "Crack--" accompanied by a terrifying sound, he actually straightened the twisted thigh.
.
The other parts of his body gradually recovered at this moment, and soon he walked out of the corridor and appeared in Liangyi Temple.
"What year is this evening?" His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but it fell into Wang Muyou's ears like a sound of nature.
"Wen Zhong, you are still alive!"
"Wang Muyou, why are you here?"
Wen Zhong looked at the other party and said calmly: "Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore. I am now recruiting you as the head of Da'an City to deal with this supernatural incident."
"You can refuse, but I still hope you think carefully."
Wang Muyou was stunned. He could feel the change in Wen Zhong's tone, which meant that the other party was eroded by the supernatural.
This is not absolutely a good phenomenon. The boundary between living people and evil spirits has been broken. Although abilities will certainly be improved, the opposite is that human nature will inevitably pass away.
"Let's go, leave here first."
His voice was hoarse, without any emotion, as if he had escaped from some kind of shackles, and the listeners couldn't help but feel creepy.
Wen Zhong could feel the changes in his body. At this moment, the guillotine was very calm in his hands, without any reaction, as if he had lost some strange ability and was silent.
The medium has been created, and he can now use this strange guillotine smoothly. The head spliced on the hilt of the knife has disappeared, but his eyes show some strange brilliance.
"Where are we going now?" Wang Muyou asked.
"Go back to the safe house first." Wen Zhong said: "It's been so long. I have to go back and see if they are alive or dead."
After saying that, he walked step by step towards the car he was driving when he came. No one noticed that there was a worn radio on his waist, and there was still a strange red light flashing.
This supernatural incident has been going on for too long, and now is the time to end it all.