With the source ghost suppressed, the haze surrounding the Daan City Central Building has completely dissipated. Wen Zhongzheng is leaning against the wall, waiting for rescue from the headquarters.
"Wen Zhong, are you still alive?!"
Wang Muyou's voice suddenly came from downstairs, full of surprise and a little worry.
Previously, the thinking ghost used some kind of special supernatural power to capture Wen Zhong from the car and into the Central Building. Wang Muyou was also in the car at the time, but unfortunately he could not stop him.
However, this can be regarded as an accident. After all, if the thinking ghost hadn't captured Wen Zhong in the Central Building, then this supernatural incident would probably have continued for a long time.
Wen Zhongqiang opened one eye. He wanted to respond to the other party's call, but at this moment he didn't even have the strength to speak.
Weakness, pain, dizziness, all kinds of feelings are constantly superimposed, and I feel like I am the various raw materials in a blender, being constantly stirred and crushed.
Just when Wen Zhong was entangled in all kinds of pain, Wang Muyou had already walked into the Central Building.
Along the way, he kept observing the supernatural traces left around him, trying to deduce Wen Zhong's location.
Finally, he judged the correct floor where Wen Zhong was currently located through clues left by some supernatural beings, and soon Wang Muyou arrived at the messy twenty-ninth floor.
Looking at Wen Zhong who was slumped on the ground and the thinking ghost nailed to the wall with a guillotine, he couldn't help but feel palpitations.
But upon closer inspection, the thinking ghost's appearance was somewhat similar to Fang Diyuan's, which surprised him. Looking at the book embedded in its chest, Wang Muyou only felt an inexplicable danger.
"Wen Zhong, are you still alive?" Wang Muyou asked.
"Why, do you think I'm dead?" Wen Zhong reluctantly opened one eye and looked at Wang Muyou. His face was pale, and he really looked like a dead person.
Wang Muyou heard this and said half-jokingly: "Haha, I didn't expect you to actually end this unsolvable supernatural incident. I thought you were dead."
"I really appreciate your good advice. Come on, give me a hand first."
With that said, Wen Zhong raised his hand, and Wang Muyou smiled and helped Wen Zhong up.
Originally, Wang Muyou proposed to evacuate from the Central Building first, but in order to prevent any further accidents, Wen Zhong thought about it and rejected the proposal first, so the two of them entered the room and moved two stools to sit down.
Beside the thinking ghost.
Looking at the seemingly sleeping face of the thinking ghost possessing Fang Diyuan, Wen Zhong felt relieved a little.
Although the guillotine was somewhat damaged, it was still able to pin this terrifying ghost, and it was not in vain that he risked his life to bring it out of the ghost forest.
But now a piece of it was bitten off by the thinking ghost, which made Wen Zhong's heart bleed. Even for this guillotine, he would kill the headquarters severely this time.
However, his mind was now focused on the book embedded in Fang Diyuan's chest. At that time, the radio had provided Wen Zhong with a plan, which was to control the thinking ghost.
At that time, Wen Zhong only thought that it was a trap set by the radio to force him to choose the second option, but at this moment, Wen Zhong began to feel a little moved.
Once he successfully controls the thinking ghost, this may be an opportunity for him to solve the problem of the evil ghost's recovery.
However, this needs to be considered in the long term. He is not arrogant enough to control such an unsolvable evil spirit in his current state. It is purely an act of seeking death. Even Jesus may not be able to save him.
Moreover, there are two people, He Youxu and Fang Diyuan, who are serving as a warning to him.
"By the way, I almost forgot something important." Wen Zhong said to Wang Muyou: "Old Wang, please help me touch this ghost thing. I have to take off the ghost shirt it is wearing."
Wang Muyou's eyelids twitched when he heard this. Should he be said to be brave and fearless, or should he be said to be heartless? How long had it passed before he actually wanted to take advantage of the evil ghost?
But then again, this ghost shirt seems to have been ripped off by the thinking ghost from Yan Duo. If you think of it this way, it can't be considered as plundering. It should be said that it has been returned to its original owner.
Soon, the two of them worked together to pull off a scarlet shirt from the thinking ghost.
Seeing this, Wang Muyou took out the gold box he had prepared a long time ago and stuffed the shirt into it. He originally left this thing for the thinking ghost, but after comparing the size, he probably couldn't fit it in.
At this time, bright searchlights lit up outside the Central Building, and it seemed that several helicopters had entered Da'an City.
Wen Zhong knew that this was the arrival of support from the headquarters, but he did not expect that it would be so efficient and enter Da'an City so quickly.
"Hey, Wen Zhong, I'm Yan Wenhua. Where are you now? We'll pick you up!" Suddenly, Yan Wenhua's excited voice came from the satellite phone.
"I'm on the 29th floor of the Central Building." Wen Zhong thought for a while and added: "There are two of us, one ghost, and a lot of corpses here. Remember to be careful when you come here."
"Okay, I understand." Yan Wenhua said.
This troublesome matter was finally coming to an end. Wen Zhong looked at the rising sun outside the window with some emotion in his heart.
The sound of a car engine was heard, followed by a series of orderly footsteps from downstairs. Soon, a large group of staff in dark uniforms arrived on the twenty-ninth floor.
The person taking the lead was Yan Wenhua. Although Wen Zhong had never seen him before, he could still recognize him just by his voice.
Beside him were four heavily armed Interpol police officers. One of them, Wen Zhong, was also familiar. He was Chen Zhanluo, the person in charge of Dajing City and one of the designated captains of the headquarters.
As soon as Yan Wenhua went upstairs, he came over with a smile on his face when he saw Wen Zhong. He had seen Wen Zhong's photo in the file before, and now that he saw him again, he really liked it no matter how he looked at it.
"Detective Wen Zhong, I knew you would succeed, and you really did not disappoint us." Yan Wenhua said with a smile on his face.
The other four detectives, including Chen Zhanluo, also showed a stiff smile, which made Wen Zhong feel a little cold behind his back.
"Fortunately, then why don't you just send this ghost thing away? It's not a big deal just to leave it here like this."
Wen Zhong calmly pointed at the Thinking Ghost nailed to the wall and said, "That book is its true body. Be careful not to drop the guillotine."
Yan Wenhua nodded to indicate that there was no problem. He had been staying at the temporary headquarters, and with information constantly coming in, he had some understanding of this almost incomprehensible ghost.
Soon, a huge gold box was hoisted up by helicopter, and everyone carefully lowered the thinking ghost's body from the wall, preparing to formally imprison this terrifying ghost.