What appeared in front of Wen Zhong were three identical faces. Not to mention the facial features, even the scars at the corners of the mouth and the locations of the tear moles at the corners of the eyes were exactly the same.
"Haha, I almost forgot to introduce to Detective Wen. These three are the three brothers of the Mo family. They are the eldest Mo Zhendong, the second eldest Mo Haohan, and the third eldest Mo Xingyu."
While packing up the stationary thinking ghosts, Yan Wenhua took the time to introduce Wen Zhong to the ghost masters who came here to support him.
"Hello."
"Wen Zhong."
"I have long admired my great name."
"Ah, hello." Wen Zhong's head couldn't help but feel even more painful as he looked at the three people who were cooperating with each other in front of him.
He had only seen this kind of operation in island country comics in the past, but he didn't expect to encounter it in reality today.
"It's okay, you'll be fine as long as you get used to it." Upon seeing this, Chen Zhanluo came over and patted Wen Zhong on the shoulder.
Wen Zhong's feet softened when he slapped him like this and he almost fell to his knees. Fortunately, Wang Muyou was always supporting him, so he didn't make a fool of himself on the spot.
Chen Zhanluo seemed not to notice anything unusual about Wen Zhong, and remained smiling. However, when his eyes swept over the thinking ghost nailed to the wall, a hint of fear could not help but appear in his eyes.
The processing work is being carried out in an orderly manner, and the accompanying staff are treating this terrifying ghost very carefully, for fear that there will be mistakes in the work and the other party will get out of trouble again.
"By the way, what should I call this friend?" Chen Zhanluo suddenly asked: "You look very strange."
"Wang Muyou." Wang Muyou said coldly, as if he was keeping away from strangers.
Chen Zhanluo smiled, and then asked Wen Zhong, "Why does this thinking ghost look so similar to Fang Diyuan, the master of Liangyi Temple? Could it be..."
"It's what you think." Wen Zhong shrugged and said, "A ghost controller is in turn controlled by a powerful ghost. That's it, nothing else."
Fang Diyuan is possessed by a thinking ghost. This is not an important secret. As long as the headquarters is willing to investigate, it will definitely be found out.
Chen Zhanluo said: "I didn't expect that the famous master of Liangyi Temple would end up like this. I really don't know what the ending will be like for people like us."
Wen Zhong did not speak, but a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he frowned deeply.
He felt as if there was a ball of fire in his mouth, burning his mouth, teeth and tongue crazily, and even the use of ghost bacteria could not suppress it.
Supernatural power is not easy to control and there are risks. Thinking of this, Wen Zhong decided to wait for two days for everything to settle down before applying to the headquarters to treat Dai Zhibin.
"Everyone, please be careful and don't touch the guillotine carelessly." At this time, Yan Wenhua had already directed the staff to move the thinking ghost into the gold box.
The three brothers of the Mo family stood separately at the three corners of the gold box, always prepared for possible accidents.
"Ahem, I haven't touched the corpses of Team Leader Yan. I hope that the headquarters will not touch them under the guise of research in the future."
When they were about to transport the box away, Wen Zhong endured his physical discomfort and reminded: "I know these ghost things may be of great research value." However, I still have to remind you that some things are like Pandora's box.
You can’t open it casually.”
Ninety-nine percent of the credit for his ability to solve this supernatural incident lies in this weird guillotine. Without this guillotine, I'm afraid he would have struggled to even protect himself in front of this ghost.
"Don't worry, I'm here." Chen Zhanluo said, "What you have to do now is to go back and have a good rest. I'm afraid someone will come to interview you in a few days."
Wen Zhong shook his head. He could only say this. When the thinking ghost really got out of trouble, he would definitely run as far as he could.
And once the Thinking Ghost really escapes from trouble, it will not only be such a ghost that will cause an impact, there will also be so many mummy ghosts that combine the slender ghost and the supernatural, lining up behind.
Then the tragedy of Da'an City will only happen again.
At this moment, Yan Wenhua had finished handling everything. He went back upstairs again. Looking at Wen Zhong and Wang Muyou who had been silent beside him, Yan Wenhua thought for a moment and saluted the two of them.
"Actually, my ancestral home is in Da'an. There was once a fortune teller who said that the feng shui of my ancestral tomb is very good. He said that as long as the ancestral tomb is still there, I will be able to rise to the top, haha."
Yan Wenhua laughed at himself: "Thanks to you this time, otherwise my ancestral graves would have been dug up by this ghost."
"Oh? This is the first time I've heard you say this." Chen Zhanluo said, "You always kept silent when talking about your hometown before. I thought it was some kind of remote place."
Wen Zhong was really not interested in their conversation, but it seemed that Chen Zhanluo and Yan Wenhua had an unusual relationship, and they should be considered very familiar friends.
"Okay, let's stop talking here for now."
Yan Wenhua's expression became serious: "During this period, there have been many foreign forces with malicious intentions mixed into several nearby cities. After several investigations, we successfully destroyed one of their strongholds."
"According to our investigation, these foreign forces are here for this thinking ghost."
Wen Zhong's eyes moved and he looked at Yan Wenhua and said, "Team Leader Yan, what do you mean by this? Do they still want to come to Da'an City to cause trouble for me?"
Yan Wenhua nodded: "Yes, so in order to protect your personal safety, I will dispatch three criminal policemen, including Mo Zhendong, to protect your safety 24 hours a day."
"There's no need for this." Wen Zhong refused without hesitation.
As he said that, he glanced at the three Mo brothers standing aside. If he saw correctly, these three people should only control one fierce ghost. I am afraid that their combined strength is not as good as Wang Muyou beside him.
Not to mention Wen Zhong himself, even if he is not in good condition now, as long as he has this intention, he can kill everyone present except Chen Zhanluo within a minute.
If the guillotine was still in his hand, Wen Zhong would even have the confidence to keep Chen Zhanluo as the captain.
"Team Leader Yan, please handle it slowly. I have something to do and I'll leave first." Wen Zhong said as he and Wang Muyou, who remained silent, turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wen Zhong." Yan Wenhua shouted hurriedly: "Where are you going? There are still things here that need your help."
Wen Zhong waved his hands and said nothing. He felt that his consciousness had become blurry. His whole body seemed top-heavy, and even his steps were a little unsteady.
Seeing Wen Zhong's appearance, Yan Wenhua could only sigh and said, "I'll have someone take you back. I'm not worried about the two of you in this situation."