Chapter 287 The Collision of Restart
Seven ten in the evening.
Chang'an Road in Dachang City.
This is the rush hour after get off work, but there are no traffic or pedestrians. It is empty and quiet, which is not consistent with the past.
This road has been blocked since early morning, and even nearby residents have been evacuated on the grounds of emergency evacuation.
On the old platform, a young man stood tall and tall.
The man was wearing a white shirt and was about 1.8 meters tall. He looked a bit childish. Although his facial features were unremarkable, he looked somewhat handsome when paired with them.
This man's pupils are clear and translucent, but he has an indifferent expression. He exudes a cold temperament and is always enveloped by a cold aura.
Besides this young man, there seemed to be an invisible blurry figure standing there in the dim shadow in the corner of the platform. It did not disturb anyone, but gave people a strange sense of terror.
“Dingle bell~”
A phone rang.
Liang Xingyang took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
Zhang Hua's voice came out: "This is the nineteenth report, and no abnormality has been found nearby."
According to the plan, every hour, Zhang Hua, who is monitoring nearby, The Chinese team is about to report the situation. This street has been blocked for nineteen hours now.
In order to welcome the supernatural bus that will pass by this inconspicuous platform again at ten o'clock tonight.
The supernatural bus came nine days ago, taking them to the ancient house, and it will come again tonight.
After he was bitten by the fat corpse in the seat, he established an inexplicable connection with the supernatural bus and could sense the route map of the supernatural bus throughout the day.
He will board the bus again. As the driver, he will use the supernatural bus to collide with Meng Xiaodong's body, causing the resurrected ghost to fall into a temporary freeze, making it easier for Yang Jian's ghost to control it and start a restart with the wishing ghost. of collision.
There are three hours left until ten o'clock.
Liang Xingyang glanced at the wishing ghost in the corner and waited quietly for the time to come.
At this time, he was in a sanatorium in the headquarters of Dajing City.
Wang Xiaoming was sitting in a wheelchair wearing a hospital gown. He looked blankly at a piece of yellow leaf that was about to wither outside the window. He seemed to be in a daze, and his eyes were a little empty.
"Creak."
The door of the ward was pushed open.
Li Jun came in from outside with a fruit basket and whispered to the nurse in the room: "How is Professor Wang's condition?"
The nurse looked at this majestic middle-aged man. For some reason, she felt a little scared. She quickly replied: "Professor Wang has been like this since he woke up in the early morning. After he said something, he left, he has been sitting there until now." , not even a drop of water has entered, nor will it continue Sleep. Please advise him, his body really needs a good rest."
"I understand, go out."
Li Jun looked serious and took the fruit. After putting down the basket, he walked to Wang Xiaoming with heavy steps.
He first looked at Wang Xiaoming. His face was sickly, his lips were white and peeling, and his whole body seemed like a light bulb that was about to go out.
Then he said: "Professor Wang, your condition is very bad, you need to rest more. You said it is gone, who is it? If you need my help, I will do my best to investigate."< br>
Wang Xiaoming looked at the leaf outside the window that had long since withered but refused to wither. His eyes moved slightly. After seeing Li Jun, he said: "The wishing ghost is gone and will probably never come back again."
"Liang Xingyang sent me a text message to inform me of this matter. You can take a look."
Wang Xiaoming threw the mobile phone in his arms to Li Jun and continued to stare at the leaf.
Li Jun opened his eyes wide, quickly caught the phone, and began to search for text messages. He found the text message on the latest news, and the name was Liang Xingyang.
“I am Liang Xingyang. According to the last transaction, I took the wishing ghost away in advance. From now on, it no longer belongs to you. Don’t worry, I will restrict this evil ghost and it will not cause any supernatural events. event.”
"Damn it, the content of the deal is that the headquarters will give up the wishing ghost after your death." Li Jun's face changed after reading the text message, but he didn't say anything more.
It is indeed the content of the last transaction. Li Jun's ghost figurines were captured and Wang Xiaoming traded them to Liang Xingyang in exchange for the wishing ghost.
Li Jun sighed and said helplessly: "Although there is no more wishing ghost, you can't waste your body. You need to take a good rest now."
"The wishing ghost is not important at all. Cough. Hey, Li Jun, did you know? After I was cursed by the wishing ghost, I have been trying to keep thinking clearly and insist on sorting out my thoughts. Thoughts. But when it left, I still felt like I was going crazy, like a piece of flesh had been ripped out of my heart."
The holes in Wang Xiaoming's eyes disappeared, and he regained his cold sanity and continued. Said: "Supernatural power comes with a price, so I have always refused to use supernatural power. It turns out that I was right."
Li Jun said in a low voice: "Then you should have a good rest. You will get better. The headquarters still needs you to take charge."
"The person the headquarters needs is not me!"
"Today Times are different from the past. The appearance of Liang Xingyang is a sign that the headquarters is increasingly unable to restrain the top ghost masters. The last time the haze blocked Dachuan City, six captains were dispatched, but the results were not ideal, which proved everything."
"Mr. Qin's recent situation is also very bad. He can't hold on any longer. After his death, who else can control the situation in the country? All the imprisoned evil spirits, collected supernatural objects, and made As long as others want to snatch the supernatural props, they can do so at any time.”
“The headquarters needs a top law enforcement captain to restrain the captain and sit in the headquarters, otherwise the island country will be destroyed.”
Wang Xiaoming took a deep look at Li Jun, turned his wheelchair to the table, took out a file and handed it over.
"Ghost Eye Detective, Yang Jian's file." After Li Jun took the file, he looked at it carefully, with great surprise in his eyes. "Recently, Zhou Deng added Yang Jian's file. Immediately afterwards, Shen Lan also called up his profile. Case, updated information on it. Has Yang Jian really grown to captain level?"
He has not had much contact with Yang Jian. Yang Jian was not afraid of him at all before, and his attitude towards the headquarters was very free. , neither close nor resentful. He doesn't think Yang Jian is very good.
Wang Xiaoming said to himself: "You are drawn by ghost makeup and are innately restricted by Ahong. You have a great weakness. Even if you become a stranger, this weakness will still exist. Shen Lan can't do it either. Once Mr. Qin fell into a deep sleep, and she was just a consumable. The other captains had no confidence in sending letters to the headquarters. Ren, Cao Yang is trustworthy, but not strong enough."
"In fact, I prefer to choose Liang Xingyang as the law enforcement captain. Only his strength can deter the domestic supernatural circle. At the same time, he has negotiated with some captains and knows them. . But I know he will refuse.”
"So Yang Jian is the best candidate. Making Yang Jian the law enforcement captain is equivalent to tying Liang Xingyang to the headquarters' warship."
"Turning the biggest domestic threat into the headquarters' biggest help will kill two birds with one stone. "
Li Jun said in a deep voice: "Professor Wang is not afraid of attracting wolves into the house?"
"If those two people from Dachang City come out one day, who else in the headquarters can unite all the captains to resist?" Wang Xiaoming said meaningfully.
"Mr. Qin is still here. He can solve the biggest threat before falling asleep." Li Jun said in a deep voice again.
Wang Xiaoming's illness worsened, and he said extremely calmly: "Childish, this approach is shooting yourself in the foot. Mr. Qin can't survive the time, and the headquarters can't survive the ghost controller. Liang Xingyang is just a signal, so what will happen if he kills him. When the twelve captains are out of control, the chaos among the twelve princes will begin."
Li Jun was silent for a long time. Then he said: "Yang Jian is not even a reserve captain. If he suddenly takes the position of law enforcement captain, no one will accept him. It is also difficult to convince Minister Cao. And how can you guarantee that Yang Jian agrees to this position?"
"No one can escape the word profit. The headquarters has a big business, so they will agree." After Wang Xiaoming finished speaking in a low voice, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Chang'an Road, Dachang.
Zhang Hua's voice came again from the mobile phone: "This time, the twenty-first report will be made ten minutes in advance. There are no abnormalities nearby."
"You did a good job. There is no need to report next."
Liang Xingyang stood on this inconspicuous platform and looked towards the empty road. The bus had not arrived.
But just now.
The red light flashed away.
Yang Jian arrived here with a cracked spear, and Meng Xiaodong's body was nailed to one end of the coffin.
His eyes revealed exhaustion, as he had used too much supernatural power in a short period of time.
Using the ghost necklace to repair his heart at the ghost post office and resurrecting Wang Feng, he went to the fifth floor and obtained the black letter on the fifth floor through some calculations. Finally, he had a fight with the messenger on the fifth floor and took it with him. He left the post office with the black letter.
In a short period of time, he rushed back to Dachang City from Dahan City without stopping, returned to the sales hall, restrained Meng Xiaodong's body with a golden spear, and came here through Guixiao.
When it comes to the collision of restarting, Yang Jian feels that he cannot be careless.
Liang Xingyang shook his head slightly: "There is no rush at all about tearing up the black letter. There is no need to pile everything together and deal with it. You are too anxious."
"It's nothing. Although the messenger on the fifth floor is a ghost controller, he can't do anything to me." Yang Jian glanced at the empty road and breathed a sigh of relief.
He is a ghost, an unkillable ghost. Although it took a lot of effort to fight alone, he still dealt with the messengers on the fifth floor.
Yang Jian's eyes moved: "Liu Qingqing has always wanted to see you."
Liang Xingyang shook his head slightly: "If she was smart, she shouldn't have come to me. She is also a stranger now, so she can As memory erosion intensifies, I guess I understand After everything, Sister Hong’s recovery is a given, she is just unwilling.”
“I am not willing, I don’t want to accept my fate, I just want to live, what’s wrong with me, why are you all. Don’t want to help me?”
Just as the two were communicating, the sound of high heels suddenly sounded from behind them.
Liu Qingqing's delicate face had two lines of tear stains, her expression was stubborn, and she stared at Liang Xingyang with resentment and resentment.
"Your face seems to have changed a bit." Liang Xingyang said.
This face looks more and more like Zhang Youhong, but it is different from Zhang Youhong. It seems that Liu Qingqing's appearance has been blended into it, turning into a new human face.
"Is she beautiful? She is indeed much more beautiful than me." Liu Qingqing gently touched her face with her fingers, showing a sad smile, "You really know a lot, I don't have much time. Very Come on, this body no longer belongs to me.”
Yang Jian sneered: "It's a matter of love to help you, but it's my duty not to help you."
"Yang Jian, you are just luckier than me. If you are targeted by her, your choice will not be the same." More than me." Liu Qingqing snorted without any scruples.
Yang Jian fell silent. Sure enough, quarreling with others was not his strong point and he had never won.
Liang Xingyang said: "So how do you know I'm here? What's the purpose of coming to Dachang City?"
"Don't be too conceited. I'm not here to meet you. It's just a coincidence. I'm going to take the supernatural bus for a last ditch effort, and you all want me to just close my eyes and wait for death," Liu Qingqing said stubbornly.
It is not difficult to understand that Zhang Youhong has a connection with the supernatural bus. Now Liu Qingqing wants to board the bus in an attempt to suppress Sister Hong's recovery.
Yang Jian frowned: "It's not convenient for you to board the bus today. Come back tomorrow."
It's about restarting the collision and you can't be careless. Any accident may lead to bad things. occur.
Liu Qingqing glared at Yang Jian with wide eyes, why would she board a dangerous bus if she still had tomorrow.
However, her face was stunned, staring at the body nailed with a golden spear, as if she was lost in memories, and said in a confused voice: "It's Meng Xiaodong, what do you want to do with her?"
This voice is a bit special. It doesn't sound like hers. Instead, it has Zhang Youhong's speaking style, which is a little different.
Liang Xingyang asked: "Are you Sister Hong or Zhang Youhong?"
"I am Sister Hong, I know you, and I don't allow you to touch her body."
After Liu Qingqing looked confused, she seemed to have a different face. She stared at Yang Jian, believing that he was the culprit.
“It’s ten o’clock.”
Liang Xingyang frowned, feeling a little troubled in his heart.
Sister Hong’s appearance affected his plan.
Right now.
The surrounding street lights began to flicker, and a haze seemed to pour out of the surroundings, making the vision a little blurry.
Two yellowed car lights suddenly lit up from the haze, and a rusty bus drove slowly.
Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing with falcon-like eyes, the ghost shadows under his feet kept shaking, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura.
Liang Xingyang also stared at Liu Qingqing, a tall shadow with silvery reflection appeared on his body, and the terrifying supernatural oppression was raging in all directions, and he roared: "We will not destroy Meng Xiaodong's body, I hope you Don't meddle indiscriminately. Otherwise, I would rather give up everything today and let you never recover."
Time is urgent, and he can only threaten.
The plan against the wishing ghost has been planned for so long, and he does not allow anyone to destroy it.
Sister Hong is too weak at this stage, and the ghost newspaper can completely restrain her.
It's just that the ghost newspaper has become a puzzle of ghost figures. If Liu Qingqing's face is taken away, Zhang Youhong's plan will basically fail, and even Sister Hong will not be able to revive.
Liu Qingqing, perhaps she should be called Sister Hong now, after hearing the threat, she was angry at first, and soon her pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the mirror ghost and ghost shadow, and remained silent for a long time.
She has not completely dominated this body, and there are not enough supernatural puzzle pieces. The only supernatural powers she has now are red cheongsam, red embroidered handkerchief, and puppets. She cannot defeat these two young people at all.
"We have worked hard all our lives and endured a lot of pain to completely solve a generation of supernatural incidents. What you did is really chilling." Sister Hong scolded with a cold eyebrow.
Liang Xingyang frowned, looked at the stopped bus, and said in a deep voice: "Death is like a light going out. Now the nail in the coffin is the devil, not Meng Xiaodong! If we don't restrict the recovery The corpse will be wandering in the world, and all your hard work will be wasted. Why not help us?"
Yang Jian said coldly: "The bus will not stop for a long time. Give us a formal answer. Once the supernatural bus drives away, we will attack you."
Threat.
Sister Hong’s face changed, and she looked at Meng Xiaodong’s body silently, her eyes turned red, and she closed them with difficulty.
The face changed slightly in an instant and turned back into Liu Qingqing's face.
Maybe she felt that what Liang Xingyang said was right, or maybe Yang Jian's threat worked, and Sister Hong left.
When Liang Xingyang saw this, he stopped talking nonsense, boarded the supernatural bus directly, got into the driver's seat, and stepped on the brake, making the supernatural bus stay in place.
The ghost's heart was beating violently, but no heartbeat sound was heard.
A cold air filled his body, his skin was red, and scarlet blood gradually oozed out, as if he had stepped out of a pool of blood.
Last time, he was a starving ghost who relied on digesting seven ghosts. Now, relying on his own level of terror, he has also reached the conditions for driving a bus.
Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes in cooperation, used his ghost to move Meng Xiaodong's body fifty meters away, and responded to Liang Xingyang behind the bus windshield with a firm look.
As soon as the supernatural bus rushes over, he will immediately pull out the coffin nails, use the ghost to escape, and let the vehicle hit the corpse.
Liu Qingqing blinked, as if she understood their actions, with a look of disbelief on her face.
They actually wanted to drive a supernatural bus to kill the ghost.
There was a commotion on the bus.
"Liang Xingyang, we meet again, what do you want to do?" The ghost controller who had experienced the ancient house together last time returned to the car. He had a strong premonition of something bad and hurriedly came up to ask about the situation.
Seeing something was wrong, a passenger immediately left his seat and ran towards the front door.
When the bus stopped this time, only the front door was opened, and Li Gui had no chance to get off from the rear door. If you want to get out, you must use the front door.
However, the bus is not stalled. According to the rules, no one can get off from the front door.
Liang Xingyang pressed a black button and closed the front door.
Someone's face changed drastically and he said angrily: "You closed the car door, please open it for me quickly."
Liang Xingyang said with an indifferent expression: "The vehicle is about to leave. If you don't sit back down, I won't be responsible for what happens."
He released the foot brake and put his foot on the accelerator.
The supernatural bus began to vibrate abnormally, and the yellow and dim lights kept flashing, seeming to have a tendency to turn off the lights.
The expressions of all the ghost masters who were still blocked in the aisle changed. They didn't dare to stay any longer and sat back down.
Everyone is seated.
The bus started up again, making a roaring sound, the accelerator was stepped on, the speed increased little by little, and it rushed forward menacingly.
Yang Jian's eyes flashed, his chest heaved, and the hand holding the cracked spear stiffened unconsciously. The nine ghost eyes sensed the huge threat, and all came out of his body, staring at him. The bus is coming.
If you are not careful, it will be a terrible car accident.
"That's it now."
Yang Jian's pupils shrank, and he suddenly pulled out the coffin nails. The six layers of ghosts opened instantly, and the rich red light spread out.
However, the headlights of the bus tore through the ghost-eyed ghosts and broke in effortlessly. At the same time, the old woman's body, which had lost the restraints of the splitting spear, quickly opened its eyes and instinctively erased the surrounding red light.
However, as soon as the ghost opened, Yang Jian disappeared in the next second.
Meng Xiaodong's body climbed up from the ground. In an instant, two yellow car lights behind it illuminated it, casting a long shadow on the ground.
“Bang.”
Meng Xiaodong’s body was directly hit by the bus and flew out.
The body lay motionless on the road, as if it were really dead.
While on the bus.
After Liang Xingyang drove the bus and hit Li Gui, the two car lights kept flashing, seemingly affected, and the seat behind him suddenly bulged, accompanied by a weird cry, and a strange picture The human face stood out, and he made strange screams at the driver.
Just when he was feeling uneasy, the changes in the bus stopped, perhaps second only, and the two lights flashed a few times and returned to normal.
After the weird face on the seat screamed enough, it slowly disappeared.
This made Liang Xingyang breathe a sigh of relief, but he did not forget to continue to pay attention to the ghost who was knocked away.
Where Meng Xiaodong fell to the ground, a dark shadow flowed along the ground. After approaching, it shook a few times, seeming to detect something, and flowed directly into the old woman's body.
Meng Xiaodong’s body woke up and got up from the ground.
It’s just that the eyes seemed to be bloodshot, scarlet, without pupils, and even emitted a faint red light.
Liang Xingyang pressed the button, opened the rear door, and walked out.
Behind him, a fierce ghost got out of the car, but he didn't care.
Liang Xingyang was covered in blood, as if he was the one in the car accident, but he stared closely at the darkness in the corner of the platform behind the bus body, took out a stack of wish stickers from his pocket, and placed the first one on the Write: "Restart forty minutes."
Quickly.
In the darkness in the corner of the bus stop, a terrifying figure walked out. Step by step, he came to him in an instant and took away the wish sticker.
Liu Qingqing, who was not far away, saw everything and quickly covered her mouth with a look of disbelief.
Just quickly.
After seeing the ghost walking out of the platform, she felt dizzy and her consciousness became a little blurry.
“This is a restart!”
She shouted, this strange supernatural phenomenon was recorded in the memory in her mind that did not belong to her. The supernatural power that only extremely ferocious ghosts can possess is restarted.
But the next moment.
Liu Qingqing couldn't help but narrow her eyes because she saw a rich red light like blood spreading from Meng Xiaodong's body.
“It’s restarting again!”
The two kinds of restarting supernatural beings collided together at this moment.
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