The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 9 Website
In a public toilet in a certain park, Wen Zhongzheng leaned against the wall of the public toilet panting, while the water from the faucet beside him was rushing out.

After a short rest, Wen Zhong got up and slapped his face with cold water. The cool touch made him feel better.

He picked up the Kuguan and looked at the blood-stained velvet covering the wound on his leg. Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and tore off the velvet, and then the surrounding flesh squirmed, and another layer of mold covered it.

After finishing all this, Wen Zhong leaned against the wall again, he felt very painful now, there seemed to be a flame inside his body burning his internal organs, and it seemed like thousands of knives were piercing his flesh.

"Is it a side effect of that bowl of stewed pork?" Wen Zhong could only think of this, he was shaking from the pain now, and his forehead was still sweating profusely.

"Jingle bell... Jingle bell..."

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, Wen Zhongqiang took out the satellite positioning mobile phone from his pocket, and as soon as he connected, he heard Lin Yu's voice from there.

"Hi, Wen Zhong, I'm Lin Yu."

"What's the matter..." Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and responded.

"Why do you feel weak? What happened?" Hearing Wen Zhong's weak voice, Lin Yu asked with some concern.

"Ghost, I met a ghost."

"Ghost?" Lin Yu was a little surprised when she heard Wen Zhong's voice on the other end of the phone. She didn't expect Wen Zhong to be involved in a supernatural event not long after, "Tell me what happened."

"You haven't seen a ghost, why are you panicking?" Wen Zhong frowned.

"Sorry." Lin Yu's voice dropped suddenly, "Can you tell me about that ghost? I can report it."

"I'm the ghost I met in the night market. I gave it a code name: Ghost Boiler. It can make a kind of food called braised pork. I speculate that its law of action is to kill all people who smell braised pork." People who smell like roast meat."

Wen Zhong tightened his eyebrows and added: "Smelling the smell of stewed pork may cause hallucinations. I was caught by this trick and almost died in the night market."

"Sounds tricky, but it doesn't seem to have liquidity. For the time being, it will be designated as a restricted ghost." Lin Yu recorded it in his notebook, and then asked, "What happened to that ghost?"

"It should still be in the night market, but I don't know the specific situation. You can ask the headquarters to send someone to investigate." Wen Zhong really didn't know, and he just ran for his life.

Lin Yu said: "Okay, please send me the specific location, and I will ask someone to follow up and investigate."

"It's nothing, I'll hang up first." Wen Zhong's consciousness has begun to blur, and the burning sensation in his body is getting worse at this time.

"Wait, Wen Zhong, I'm calling about something about your assessment." Lin Yu hurriedly stopped Wen Zhong when he heard that he was about to hang up. "Please go to the Da'an Central Building as soon as possible to accept the Interpol assessment."

However, Lin Yu didn't see Wen Zhong's response for a long time, only a busy tone echoed on the phone, and Lin Yu shouted angrily: "Wen Zhong!!!"

Wen Zhong didn't have time to care about what Lin Yu was thinking, he just felt hot all over his body now, like being burned with charcoal fire on a barbecue grill, and he was sweating all over his body.

After struggling to send the address of the night market to Lin Yu, Wen Zhong's eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.

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"Boy, boy, wake up."

In a trance, Wen Zhong felt someone slapping his face.

"Ah..." His bones seemed to be falling apart, and his chest was burning hot.

Wen Zhong slowly opened his eyes, the slack pupils gradually focused, and a little light appeared in the pupils.

An old man who looked like a sanitation worker was looking at Wen Zhong with concern.

"Young man, why do you sleep in such a place?"

"I'm sorry, old man, what time is it?" Wen Zhong smiled awkwardly at the old man, touched around his body, everything was still there, nothing was lost.

"Ten o'clock, boy."

"I've slept for so long." Wen Zhong got up immediately, rushed to the faucet to wipe his face, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm in a hurry now!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhong ran out of the public toilet without looking back.

"Really, young people are so frizzy." The sanitation worker shook his head, then looked at the place where Wen Zhong had just been lying, "How long has it been since he took a shower, why is he so dirty?"

A scorched human figure was impressively printed on the ground, and it also exuded a burnt smell.

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Upon waking up, Wen Zhong only felt refreshed. There used to be a feeling of tearing in his body, but now it has eased a lot. He suspected that it might be caused by the stewed pork that he ate last night.

But when he thought of the raw materials of stewed pork, Wen Zhong felt a little nauseous, as well as the weird burning sensation in his body after eating stewed pork. If he ate too much, Wen Zhong wasn't sure if he would be directly hurt to death.

It seems that any thing involved in supernatural things is risky, and there is no free lunch in the world.

Wen Zhong laughed at himself, suddenly he felt a ringing in his pocket, and he took out a special satellite phone, which displayed a URL text message.

This is the special website that Zhao Jianguo once said, and there is a mischievous expression attached to the URL.

"It's true that there is a pillow when you are sleepy." Wen Zhong immediately found an Internet cafe and turned on a computer.

After being seated, Wen Zhong entered the URL, wanting to see what useful information he could get from it.

"Let me take a look." Wen Zhong clicked on the website, but it was blank. He followed the instructions of the text message and entered the special code printed on the phone.

"It's done."

Immediately, a complete website appeared before Wen Zhong's eyes.

Wen Zhong browsed through it briefly, and all of the above were supernatural events that happened around the world. He asked the ghost masters for support. It can be seen that ghost masters are in short supply.

There are also the amount of remuneration proposed by the governments of various countries, most of which are around tens of millions of dollars, and there are not a few rewards of hundreds of millions of dollars.

"Being a ghost master makes money so much." Wen Zhong clicked on one of the posts, counting the zeros on the column of remuneration, so many that he felt a little unreal, "one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, ten Ten thousand, one million, ten million... billion?"

This is a reward offered by the United States: "A B-level ghost appeared in a certain state of the United States, code-named Fallen Angel, and a reward of [-] million U.S. dollars is offered to solve it." At the same time, there is a video attached.

In the video, there is a blurry figure whose appearance cannot be seen clearly, only the wing-like thing can be seen behind it, suddenly the picture zooms out, and dozens of corpses can be seen floating around the figure, revealing a sense of panic. People are weird.

At the end of the video, Wen Zhong saw again that the black figure who had been standing still turned around slowly, approaching the direction of the camera step by step, and finally with a scream, the image disappeared.

There are not many comments under the video, most of them are complaining about Lao Mi cheating fathers, and a small part of them expressed that they want to form a group to make money, and of course there are advertisements.

Wen Zhong looked at the comments and pondered for a moment: "Are ghosts classified into grades? Check it out."

(End of this chapter)