Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 207 Fatal Vulnerability
"Drip~"

Click "Confirm Recycle" in the background.

With inexplicable nervousness, Du Tong took a step back, worried that she would be affected.

But different from what I imagined, the backstage made up of bloodshots didn't change in any way, but there was a black hole in the middle of the screen.

"Hey, why didn't you respond..."

Looking at the backstage of the employees who are no longer changing.

Du Tong held the phone carefully, as if what he was facing was not an electronic product, but a terrifying and unknown beast.

And it is at this time.

When the black hole on the screen was aimed at the severed finger, an arm appeared inside this seemingly ordinary pattern.

Immediately afterwards, the arm inside stretched into the black hole, as if groping for the pothole in reality, and then, it got out completely!

"A ghost who can travel through mobile phones..."

The hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably.

Only then did Du Tong understand the horror of the Lanbai Society. This unknown company not only has a very deep research on supernatural events, but also has various backgrounds and various controls on ghosts.

Just imagine, if there is an immortal ghost that can come to anyone's side through a mobile phone, how terrible it would be.

Fortunately, she is an employee of Lanbaishe Company, not an enemy, otherwise, facing such an unfathomable behemoth, she might as well find a corner and commit suicide.

"Crack, click!"

The palm protruding from the screen seemed to be twisted, making the sound of bones breaking.

But this didn't affect it, it grabbed the severed finger extremely easily, and then drilled back into the depths of the black hole in the same way as before, disappearing before its eyes.

"call……"

Seeing the ghost leave, Du Tong heaved a sigh of relief.

She was very sure that if the other party wanted to kill her, she would not even be able to do the so-called resistance, and that supernatural item became a joke.

"The severed finger is recovered."

Returning to Chang Hao's side, Du Tong helped him sit on the sofa, and the two of them took out their mobile phones together to check the content of the employee's background email.

It is indeed a random side mission.

Just the extra points for recovering the supernatural props made Du Tong's evaluation level reach "B+", which is only a little bit away from the "A" that can retreat completely.

As for being the main force to recover the severed finger, Chang Hao got even more bonus points.

It has directly risen from "C" to "B+", which is higher than Du Tong's current evaluation level. It is estimated that after exploring the current commission for a while, you can leave.

But say so.

In fact, neither of them intends to leave before the "countdown to death" is resolved.

Because after knowing that the company has such a setting as an "evaluation system", everything that benefits from the completion of the entrustment can bring unimaginable benefits. It has already progressed to this point, and it is impossible to give up halfway.

"38:[-]..."

After a short break, Du Tong looked at the electronic watch.

Chang Hao's body also regained control. It is indeed a very dangerous thing for ordinary people to use supernatural props rashly, and he has a deep understanding of this.

"We don't have much time left, and in just over an hour, my countdown will go to zero."

Du Tong said calmly.

It seems that the person who is about to be attacked by a ghost is not himself, but an unimportant passerby.

After trying to see if he could stand up, Chang Hao lowered his head and said, "I'm almost done. Let's hurry up and collect clues. There are still many things in this room worth searching."

"Well, except for the living room, you can look in every room to see if there is something we haven't found." Du Tong scanned the interior of the room.

Soon, the two assigned goals.

Chang Hao is responsible for the exploration of the bathroom and bedroom, while Du Tong is responsible for the second bedroom, study and storage room.

To be on the safe side, they turned on all the lights that could be turned on first, and then closed all the curtains.

Don't forget, there are still two corpses in the living room, and no one else should find out.

"crunch-"

Push open the door of the master bedroom.

The inside was equally chaotic, with unfinished takeaway boxes and empty wine bottles everywhere. It was hard to imagine how Sun Miao could produce so much rubbish in just a few days.

"Don't be angry even if you see something. Sun Miao is dead, and it's not worth my anger for her."

Having given himself a vaccination in his heart beforehand, Chang Hao went straight into the cozy bedroom and saw the wedding photo of Sun Miao and a middle-aged man hanging on the wall.

In the photo, the middle-aged man is holding the young and beautiful Sun Miao. The two are not like a couple, but more like a father and daughter.

And this middle-aged man, Chang Hao actually knew each other. It was Sun Weiming, a professor of folklore who he and Sun Miao were in college at the time. He was a very famous man in the field of folklore in the world, and Sun Miao was one of his students.

"It is, it is..."

Chang Hao clenched his fists, full of anger.

Even if he had done a good job of psychological construction in advance, he still couldn't accept such a fucking fact.

It's no wonder that Sun Miao would always stay out at night for various reasons when studying under Sun Weiming. It turned out that they got together at that time.

Ha ha, things don't count like this.

Chang Hao sneered, he planned to go back to his alma mater in person after this incident was over, and let everyone see the true face of this hypocrite.

"Tread, step, step—"

Step into the spacious bedroom.

There is nothing worth noting inside, but on the side balcony, there is a window that is not closed, and the white curtains are constantly swaying.

Without thinking too much, Chang Hao approached the balcony to close the window, and checked the master bedroom again.

But as soon as he approached the fluttering curtain, he suddenly found a pool of blood on the ground, and walked all the way to the balcony along the window.

And the fluttering curtain didn't seem to be caused by too much wind, there was a faint raised trace at the bottom, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a sitting person!

"..."

This is a good opportunity, Chang Hao is not willing to let it go, his eyes are locked on that figure, one hand is put into the backpack, and he can take out the supernatural props at any time.

Looking at the pool of blood under the figure.

He still didn't dare to relax his vigilance, and walked towards the fluttering window step by step, until he reached a distance of about one meter, then slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed the white curtain, and pulled it open.

"Shh!"

The curtains were pulled aside.

Sitting under the curtain was a young man with a pale complexion, staring blankly outside.

The automatic drying rack on the balcony actually passed through his eyelids, and he had to witness his own tragedy. His limbs were limp on the side, and a light was shining in his pocket, which was a blood-red countdown.

(End of this chapter)