Chapter 83 Wang Xiaoming’s Plan
The wishing ghost is very scary, which is both an advantage and the biggest disadvantage. Because the biggest opponent of this evil ghost is himself, the evil ghost's mechanism is the most rigid. Even if the wishing ghost has a certain degree of wisdom, it cannot break through the limitations of its own mechanism.
If it were not for controlling the supernatural power of the ghost closet, the wishing ghost would not be able to move freely or interfere with reality.
Yang Jiandao: "I have been to the ruins of Huanggang Village and met Wang Xiaoming among the ghosts who knocked on the door. Although this professor is just an ordinary person, he is one of the pillars of the headquarters. You are plotting against him behind his back. Aren’t you afraid that he will find you? And can Zhao Kaiming agree to your plan?”
Liang Xingyang smiled and said: "Wang Xiaoming is selfless, rational and cold and ruthless. Apart from him, I can't find anyone who can restrain the bewitchment of the wishing ghost. Of course, unless Wang Xiaoming uses the power of the wishing ghost, he will never Can’t find the person behind it.”
"As for Zhao Kaiming, he is afraid of being eroded by supernatural powers and becoming a madman, so he dare not use the power of making wishes. But he uses newspaper ghosts and ghost newspapers to retain his normal memory, and gives him a normal body again so that he can live a happy life An ordinary person's life, for the sake of his family's smooth resurrection, he shouldn't refuse."
Yang Jian's expression suddenly dawned on him: "If you wish, you will die. A family, but both Wang Xiaoming’s parents are dead, and only one younger brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, is alive. If Wang Xiaoming doesn’t want to kill Wang Xiaoqiang with his own hands, he can only restrain the urge to use the power of the wishing ghost.”
“Awesome, you boy is really good at what he does. Sows wear bras, one set after another."
Liang Xingyang glanced at Yang Jian and gave him a middle finger.
Dajing City.
Headquarters conference room.
The atmosphere at the conference table was a bit depressing.
Those who attended the meeting included Cao Yanhua, Fang Shiming, Wang Xiaoming, Jiang Shangbai, and Zhao Jianguo.
The head of the conference table is Cao Yanhua. At this moment, he is glaring at the young man in formal attire on his left.
"Fang Shiming, don't go too far."
Cao Yanhua's eyes were filled with anger: "You blatantly violated the agreement and instigated others to rob the headquarters. Do you want to betray the country or resist the control of the headquarters? Do you still have the law in your eyes? Is there any law?"
Young Fang Shiming was lying lazily on his office chair, his arms and legs He clasped his hands together and said contemptuously: "Minister Cao, I am not a member of the system. It is of no use to give me high hats. Moreover, they only listened to Zhao Jianguo's words without any evidence, saying that I instigated my subordinates to rob the scapegoat. Isn’t it too biased? ”
“ I believe my little brother, they just asked for payment in advance. Zhao Jianguo was too sensitive and insisted on framing him for robbery. And now that all three of my men have been killed, there is no proof. I now suspect that Zhao Jianguo is suspected of killing with a borrowed knife. "< br>
Later Shiming suddenly said angrily: "Three members of the circle of friends died. As the boss, I came to the headquarters to ask for an explanation from my younger brother. After all, it was Minister Cao who recruited the people in the circle of friends. If they die in the line of duty, they cannot be without pensions." ”
“You...”
Cao Yanhua couldn't take a breath, and his face turned red from holding back.
Jiang Shangbai also said: "Let me be fair. Although Wu Yun and the others asked for remuneration in advance, which is a bit unruly, but they died in the line of duty, I think the headquarters should also pay compensation, otherwise in the future Who dares to work for the headquarters?"
Cao Yanhua glared at Jiang Shangbai, who was looking confidently, and then looked at Wang Xiaoming, who kept looking down at the documents and ignored what was going on outside the window, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
“The headquarters will not compromise on this matter. If the circle of friends wants to resist the control of the headquarters, they can boldly fight.” Cao Yanhua slapped the table angrily and said.
The main job of the headquarters is to collect intelligence. Fang Shiming’s files are very clear. The other party has controlled three mysterious ghosts and also possesses the terrifying ghost scissors. Fang Shiming’s evaluation has reached a very high level. , is currently one of the top ghost masters in the domestic paranormal circle.
Instead, let’s look at the ghost controllers left behind at the headquarters. Except for Mr. Qin, there are no talents in the high-level combat capabilities. After Li Jun fell in Huanggang Village, the middle-level combat capabilities will always be empty. Among them, the person in charge of Dajing City, Chen Yi, and the left-behind A Hong are all just The Ghost Controller who controlled one ghost and two or three other kittens were of no use at all.
Other Interpol police officers also have to deal with supernatural incidents in the city, and they simply cannot spare the time to support the headquarters.
Cao Yanhua thought about the captain's plan in the drawer of his office again. He felt that if he did not enrich the ghost controllers at the headquarters as soon as possible, today's circle of friends would be openly robbed, and tomorrow other non-governmental organizations would also take action, and the authority of the headquarters would be Completely lost.
But an hour ago, Mr. Qin had returned to the headquarters base from ZS City. With him suppressing the headquarters alone, Cao Yanhua had the courage to go back.
Fang Shiming and Jiang Shangbai looked at each other. Through the reactions of the participants in the conference room and Cao Yanhua, the two found out a lot of things, such as the positions of Li Jun and Mr. Qin.
Wang Xiaoming finally looked away from the document in his hand, raised his head and said: "It seems that you can't reach an agreement on compensation. Why not talk about how to deal with these two ghosts."
The projector flashed away, A satellite photo appears on the screen.
What is particularly eye-catching in the photo is the tombstone that exudes weirdness and ominousness, constantly seeping blood, and a bloody corpse with three bloody arms walking away.
Jiang Shangbai said in shock: "Wu Yun's tombstone curse, and Bai Dai's three-handed ghost."
The three-handed ghost and Li Gui revived and were wandering into the distance. A file It has been established that supernatural events are occurring.
Wang Xiaoming said calmly: "Yes, if your circle of friends is not going to deal with these two ghosts, there seems to be no reason to ask for compensation from the headquarters."
Fang Shiming stared at Wang Xiaoming and said: "Professor Wang, I I respect your contribution to all mankind, but the compensation that the circle of friends should receive should not be short."
Cao Yanhua snorted: "Then it is most appropriate to ask Mr. Qin to come out and seek justice."
The words fell.
“Boom, boom.”
The door to the conference room opened and Mr. Qin walked in on crutches.
Fang Shiming stood up suddenly and walked over. Jiang Shangbai was shocked and couldn't hold him back even if he wanted to.
But what is unexpected is that Fang Shiming had a very good attitude, with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to say hello: "Hello, Mr. Qin, I have long admired your name."
Mr. Qin's sallow eyes Staring at Fang Shiming, he tapped the latter with his crutch. The suit on his body: "A foreign object that came out of the photo. Although it can isolate some supernatural influences, it is very afraid of physical harm. Like people, it will die if it is killed."
Fang Shiming's face changed drastically, and he didn't Thinking that Mr. Qin had revealed his identity directly.
So far no one knows that the boss of the circle of friends has two identities. One is the person in the photo, and the other is the ghost master who controls three ghosts.
Mr. Qin said dissatisfied: "I want to blackmail the headquarters and ask your real body to come and talk to me."
"Don't dare." Fang Shiming broke out in cold sweat.
Cao Yanhua said quickly: "Mr. Qin, please sit down."
After speaking, he glanced at Fang Shiming, who was in despair, and helped Mr. Qin to sit down.
"If your circle of friends doesn't plan to deal with these two ghosts, our headquarters will take over." Wang Xiaoming reiterated again.
"Ahem." Mr. Qin suddenly coughed.
Jiang Shangbai looked at Fang Shiming and Mr. Qin, lowering his head and pretending to be confused.
Fang Shiming expressed his position: "We in our circle of friends give up the right to recycle these two ghosts."
Wang Xiaoming smiled and said: "Very good."
When Mr. Qin came forward, Fang Shiming and Jiang Shangbai couldn't stay any longer and hurriedly said goodbye and left.
Cao Yanhua asked in confusion: "Professor Wang, what's so special about the two ghosts?"
Wang Xiaoming handed a file to Cao Yanhua: "I'm not interested in the three-handed ghost, but this one I am very interested in the curse of the tombstone.”
“But the file you gave me does not record the curse information of the tombstone, but three ghost masters who claim to have come off the supernatural bus. What do they have? Special?" Cao Yanhua put down the file and glanced at Mr. Qin secretly.
Mr. Qin has driven a supernatural bus, which is a top-secret file at the headquarters.
But because of Vice Minister Cao Yanhua's status, the headquarters' top-secret files are of no use to him.
"To put it simply, there are not three, but two ghost controllers. One of them, a male ghost controller named Fang Qiu, died yesterday after the resurrection of the ghost. After the ghost mud on his body was revived, he was Detained at the headquarters.”
Wang Xiaoming continued: “Recently, I have been cursed by a knocker. Inspired, I came up with some new ideas about the ability of curses to suppress the resurrection of evil ghosts. The curse of this tombstone is exactly what I expected. This ghost should enter my laboratory."
After finishing speaking, Wang Xiaoming took a look. Mr. Qin handed a document with a black skull to Cao Yanhua and Mr. Qin at the same time.
Cao Yanhua shook his head and did not understand Wang Xiaoming's thinking: "Professor Wang, we don't understand the principle of the experiment either. Why don't you just tell us what your experimental plan is?"
Wang Xiaoming said firmly: "Ghost slime, ghost fire, and the curse of the tombstone. The overall goal of the experiment is to resurrect Li Jun."
"The second is to use the curse of the ghost to create a weapon that can suppress the resurrection of the ghost controller. A supernatural item. This item is like a scapegoat. The idea is completed, and it is temporarily named: Clay Doll."
Mr. Qin suddenly stood up and said expressionlessly: "I am old and my body is useless. I will go back first."
< br>After Cao Yanhua politely sent Mr. Qin away, he continued to wait for Wang Xiaoming's answer.
But Wang Xiaoming sighed, packed up the documents and left the conference room. Before leaving, he said: "Minister Cao, please be more careful and imprison the tombstone and send it to my laboratory."
Cao Yanhua was dumbfounded when he heard this, and suddenly he realized what he was saying.
Wang Xiaoming is a drunkard who doesn’t care about drinking, but cares about Mr. Qin.
Mr. Qin can talk to his future self. Only by exchanging information between the past and the future can he seal the future.
As long as Mr. Qin wants to know the results of the experiment, he can do it easily.
But Mr. Qin rejected Wang Xiaoming. No one knows whether Wang Xiaoming's experiment will be successful in the future.
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