On the rooftop of the safe house, Ochiai was holding a dark purple oil-paper umbrella and looking into the distance. There was unconcealable tiredness in his eyes, but the expression on his face was very calm.
"Oh, you're here. How is the Thinking Ghost now?" Ochiai said. He did not look back, his eyes were still looking into the distance.
"If nothing else, that ghost has been sent away by the headquarters now." Wen Zhong appeared at the door of the rooftop, looking at Ochiai with twinkling eyes.
After Ochiai heard the news, he first trembled, and then let out a long sigh, as if he was regretting something or regretting something.
"You seem to have been waiting for me, but what do you mean by holding an umbrella? Do you think this safe house is not safe enough?"
Wen Zhong walked to Ochiai's side and leaned against the wall of the rooftop. Different from Ochiai's plain expression, Wen Zhong still had a trace of unconcealable anger on his face.
This was an unfounded anger that seemed to be a subconscious behavior of his body and was not controlled by his own emotions.
"What about you, you are obviously no longer a human being, why are you so angry?" Ochiai did not answer, but asked Wenzhong.
"Perhaps I am usually too talkative, so I gave you the wrong impression." Wen Zhong sighed and said, "Professor Ochiai, I am asking the question now. Please answer my question first."
Ochiai stiffly turned his head and looked at Wen Zhong, was silent for a moment and said, "Sorry, this may be my professional habit. When faced with other people's questioning, I prefer to use questions to respond."
"I am holding an umbrella because I am afraid that you will kill me. I wonder if you are satisfied with this answer?"
Wen Zhong said: "Is that so? Then why should I kill you? Give me a reason."
"I don't know, maybe you don't like me, or maybe you think I'm blocking your way. You have to know that ghost controllers are all madmen. Although he is still talking to you peacefully at this moment, maybe the next moment
He will kill your whole family." Ochiai said.
"Professor Ochiai, you are really good at talking, really." Wen Zhong thought for a while and said, "I'm different. I don't have much education. I usually don't argue with others."
"Do you think if I really want to kill you, you can stop me with just this broken umbrella?"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding temperature instantly dropped several degrees. Even though Ochiai was standing under the umbrella and being protected by an inexplicable supernatural power, he still felt a wave of heart palpitations.
He was like a little sheep being targeted by a violent wild beast, and could only hide in the crevices of the rocks and tremble.
"I don't think so." Ochiai took a deep breath and said, "This umbrella can only protect against ghosts, not living people. If you are happy, you can kill me with the pistol on your waist."
"You don't look like a professor now."
Wen Zhong took out a worn notebook from behind and threw it to the ground, then said: "I think this notebook should not be unfamiliar to you, right?"
Ochiai glanced at the notebook lying on the ground, his expression changed slightly, but soon returned to his calm expression.
"Well, this is my notebook."
"So, no wonder you took the initiative to enter the laboratory building, no wonder you know so much about this supernatural event."
Wen Zhong paused and said, "It's no wonder you encouraged Fang Diyuan to control the thinking ghost. Do you really want to surpass that Professor Wang, relying on such crooked methods?"
As soon as these words came out, Ochiai's expression changed instantly, from calm to frightened and angry, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.
A roar sounded from the rooftop: "What do you know!?"
Ochiai looked at Wen Zhong with wide eyes, his whole face distorted with anger: "You don't know anything, so don't judge randomly here."
Wen Zhong didn't say anything but looked at Ochiai quietly. After a moment, he turned and left the rooftop, leaving only one sentence: "Do you want to know where you are worse than that Professor Wang? If you want to know, go and see Hungry
Action report on the dead ghost incident."
After saying that, Ochiai picked up the notebook that fell on the ground with a complicated expression, put it in his arms and continued to look at the distance of Daan City, but this time his expression was no longer calm.
At this moment, Wen Zhong had returned to his room. Wang Muyou was leaning against the wall, looking at Wen Zhong who walked in and said, "Aren't you going to kill him? This doesn't seem to be in line with your code of conduct."
"It's not necessary. Killing him won't solve any problems." Wen Zhong said.
Wang Muyou said: "That ghost shirt has been returned to Yan Duo. You should rest for a few days. I think you can't stand it any longer."
After saying goodbye to Wen Zhong, Wang Muyou left the safe house and planned to return to his temporary retreat room to reorganize.
Wen Zhong, on the other hand, lay on the bed for a long time, feeling the gentle touch of the bed and the warmth of the summer sun, and fell asleep deeply.
At least in the dream, he was still free and could temporarily relieve himself of the heavy burden of being the city leader.
Soon, three days have passed since the haze in Da'an City dissipated, and the headquarters' rescue work for the entire Da'an City is about to come to an end.
The water and electricity supply has completely returned to normal. Top doctors have been stationed in various hospitals in Daan City. In just three days, all rescue operations have been fully launched.
Contrary to appearances, the entire Da'an City actually did not suffer much damage from this supernatural incident.
Among them, what is more noteworthy is the psychological counseling work for those who survived the supernatural incident. Under the orderly cover-up work of the headquarters, basically all the survivors began to live a new life.
Wen Zhong slept for three days and three nights, and did not wake up until early in the morning on the fourth day.
He did not sleep until he woke up naturally. To be precise, he was woken up. To be more precise, he was woken up by the sound of explosions.
At this moment, Wen Zhong looked at the place above his head where the ceiling was originally located. Now it was a little empty, and he seemed a little confused and puzzled. Why did he wake up from his sleep and his home was demolished.
"Wen Zhong, you're finally awake." Yan Duo appeared outside his room door at the right time. No, the door was gone, only a door frame was left.
"What happened?" Wen Zhong asked in a hoarse voice. There was a blood-stained black eyeball in his throat, which was constantly turning in his mouth and looking around.
"Well..." Yan Duo said hesitantly, "You'd better go downstairs and have a look yourself."
After a while, Wen Zhong, who had basically regained his energy, came to the first floor of the safe house. At this moment, everyone gathered in a circle, seeming to be watching something.