Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 287 Zhongshan City Incident Ends

In the end, Lin Fan still failed to keep the door knocker.

On the one hand, it was because he needed to use most of his energy to fight against the entrance of the supernatural city, and on the other hand, it was because neither the ghost boy nor the wedding team could completely control the door knocker in place.

The shortcomings of these places gave the door knocker a chance to use the ghost to leave. Of course, it seems that some unlucky guy heard the recording of the knock on the door. myself, that's why I left.

And leaving with the knocker ghost, there are also a lot of supernatural events in Zhongshan City. The ghosts in these events have to be integrated into it because of the spread of the knocker ghost ghosts. At this moment, when the master leaves, they of course also leave this place together. city.

This is undoubtedly good news for the headquarters and Zhongshan City. After all, it has been out of control for more than ten days. If this continues, it is estimated that the matter will further escalate. No one can guarantee what kind of impact it will have in the end.

"It's a pity that Luo Wensong's body was not left behind, otherwise I can go back to the Caesar Hotel and ask Li Qingzhi what supernatural powers he has controlled in his lifetime, and see if there is any chance of resurrection..."

Staring at the carousel that stopped moving, Lin Fan's eyes flashed thoughtful.

This time, the appearance of the supernatural city called "District Eight" sounded the alarm for him. In such a city of hell that bred countless terrifying supernatural beings, there may be some evildoers lurking.

After all, it is not difficult to judge from Zhao Jianguo's tone of voice before, the headquarters must have a certain understanding of the eighth district, and it has not been published in the corresponding archives, which shows that they are also aware of the importance of such a supernatural city .

The threat of the Eighth District is unquestionable.

But for those high-level executives in the headquarters who like to come from the perspective of profit, the eighth district is also an inexhaustible treasure house of spiritual resources.

Once the headquarters can control the eighth district, coupled with Wang Xiaoming's recent research progress on the supernatural, it may be possible to create a large number of ghost masters in one fell swoop and form its own unique resource channel.

However, according to Lin Fan's understanding of Wang Xiaoming's comparison, the other party would definitely not agree to the headquarters intervening in the matter of the eighth district without authorization. As for whether his persuasion was useful, I don't know.

Now that the entrance to the eighth district has been completely closed, Lin Fan also turned his attention back to himself, the blood-stained groom's suit.

Looking at the tarnished groom's suit, he sighed, recalling the pair of eyes he saw when he passed the sedan chair just now.

Those are very complex eyes.

The anger was mixed with deep hatred and a trace of curiosity, but soon, it was poured in and swallowed by the engraved hatred.

Lin Fan can be sure that although the appearance of those eyes is similar to the ghost bride's somewhat round phoenix eyes, they are definitely not the ghost bride, because the existence sitting in the sedan chair must be a living person.

It is impossible for a ghost to have such strong emotions, not even a ghost with the thinking of a living person.

But besides the ghost bride and herself, who else can sit on the big red sedan chair that symbolizes the status of the owner of the ancient house in the valley?

Could it be another groom?
Lin Fan really couldn't think of the answer. Judging from the fact that the person in the sedan chair could instantly seize the right to use the wedding reception team from him, the other party's right to speak must be higher than his own, and it can also erase the curse on the groom's suit. Some are too unbelievable.

The current groom's clothes, apart from having the same ability to resist supernatural powers as the half-length red clothes on his body, have lost the particularity of attracting the wedding party.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you can't attract the wedding party, and don't have anything to do with the ghost bride in the future. Although I don't know...whether she died in these hundred years, but the power that belongs to her still exists. Go." Lin Fan shook his head, not intending to continue searching for the answer.

Right now, most of the supernatural events happening in Zhongshan City have been resolved. The most difficult Caesar Hotel has also been relieved because of Lin Fan's relationship, and the golden gate on the second floor there has also been stabilized.

His previous guess was indeed correct. Although Li Qingzhi had no choice but to merge with the Golden Gate, he could also stabilize the "gate" so that it would not be prone to cracks, allowing the ghosts of the afterlife to flow into reality.

The only thing to pay attention to is the existence that has been lurking in the spiritual circle with a false identity for hundreds of years.

According to Li Qingzhi's original words, that person has been active since the "Republic of China F7" emerged. Although not many people know him, most of the famous ghost masters will encounter his attacks.

"Possess the ability of memory, can use corresponding things as a medium to sense, and it is very likely that he was the one who planned the downfall of the Republic of China team. The deterioration of the physical condition of Zhang Dong and his party may have something to do with him... "

This information was deduced by Lin Fan through the conversation with Li Qingzhi. He didn't know the specific situation yet, but he had an intuition that something very important might be involved.

Dachang City, which used to be called "Zhenjiang", the great lake in Zhenjiang, the weird ghost willow tree, the suppressed blood coffin, Huanggang Village, a large tomb...

It seems that the origin of the matter has returned to the city where Lin Fan and Yang Jian were born.

Now that the focus has returned to Dachang City, it is better to contact Yang Jian more in the future.

After sorting out all the fragmentary clues, Lin Fan glanced at the gray clouds in the sky, and a large amount of black mist suddenly poured out behind him, driving away the clouds and letting the sun shine on the city.

"It's almost time to return to Dajiang City. Let those people deal with the rest of the supernatural events. We can't just leave nothing to others."

Facing the warm sunshine, Lin Fan slowly walked out of this long-decayed amusement park. It is estimated that this amusement park will be closed for various reasons for a long time.

He came to the street outside and was just about to send a message to Tong Qian and Zhao Jianguo when he saw five or six buses from the public security station, with harsh sirens ringing, stopping nearby one after another.

Soon, Tong Qian, who didn't even have time to change her clothes, stepped out of the car, saw that Lin Fan was safe and sound, she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, supported her towering chest and said:
"I knew you could handle it."

"Actually, I almost died, but you didn't see it." Lin Fan shrugged, and rarely responded to Tong Qian's words directly.

"That's right, being in charge of a supernatural event in a city, there is no time when it is not dangerous, whether you are dead or alive, you are a threat to the people around you." Tong Qian came to Lin Fan's side with complicated eyes.

At first, she thought that Lin Fan was really an ambitious man with a deep purpose, but when she saw him fighting against the knocker so desperately, she couldn't help feeling suspicious again. Such a capable and empathetic city leader is I will never abandon everything about myself as a human being.

"By the way, how did you arrange the three survivors?" Lin Fan took the time to ask about the whereabouts of his employees.

"They are currently taking notes at the Public Security Bureau. After finishing the notes, they can go home." Tong Qian looked around quietly, seeing that no one had noticed, she leaned close to Lin Fan, and whispered, "I know those three people are What identity, about the Blue and White Society, the headquarters has already learned from Liu Sankou, and I heard that Captain Zhao became very angry about it."

When sending Bai Hui and the others back to the Public Security Bureau just now, Tong Qian hurriedly reported the safety to the headquarters. At the same time, she also learned that Liu San had met a group of emerging civil society ghost masters in the Blue Star Amusement Park.

Combined with the fact that the three of them dealt with a supernatural event, and they appeared in the Blue Star Amusement Park by such a coincidence, Tong Qian, who is as smart as Tong Qian, naturally guessed the truth.

But after the loss of control in Zhongshan City this time, her attitude towards civil organizations, or the Blue and White Society, has undergone a slight change.

The difference between a non-governmental organization and the headquarters is the fundamental difference in interests.

But if there is such a company that does not need the right to speak, the so-called benefits, or the content of their own money, then the Lanbai Society is undoubtedly a more pure organization than the headquarters.

Although Tong Qian also knew in her heart that no one would be noble enough to deal with supernatural events for free, but so far, Lin Fan and his Blue and White Society have not done anything similar to Liu Cong.

As long as the bottom line of a certain level is not broken, then it is enough. Everyone is a "communist" whose goal is to deal with supernatural events.

of course.

These are just Tong Qian's own thoughts.

From the perspective of the headquarters, they definitely don't want to see such an unfathomable behemoth occupying their jurisdiction.

So Tong Qian, who was in a dilemma, could only do this. She really couldn't help with the decision-making at the headquarters.

"Thank you, you've done enough."

No matter what, Lin Fan still thanked Tong Qian for being willing to help him conceal the identities of Bai Hui and the other three.

It is not easy to train a qualified subordinate, and he has read the information of the surviving team just now. Except for the newly joined Zhang Yijie, the other three have solved a supernatural incident independently , is a rare talent.

Especially inside, there is a girl named Jiang Xiaonian who controls a half body red dress.

She once completed the recovery of the remaining supernatural props and the handling of supernatural events alone when all the team died. Even in the headquarters where there are many talented people, she can be regarded as a miraculous role.

As for Bai Hui and Chen Bo, they are indeed excellent. The former seems to have something to do with a person in charge of the headquarters, while the latter has been involved in several supernatural events, so he is an out-and-out unlucky guy.

Not surprisingly, these people may grow into captain-level roles in the future.

You know, the headquarters will complete the initiation and training of the captain plan in the near future, pouring most of the information from the headquarters into the thirteen selected top ghost masters, and Lin Fan wants to wrestle with the headquarters in the future, so the relative level Subordinates are essential.

"I want to thank you, thank you for disposing of the ghost butcher and knocker in time, otherwise the consequences of today's Zhongshan City would be disastrous." Tong Qian took a deep breath, bowed to Lin Fan.

"I see. I'll report the current situation in Zhongshan City to the headquarters first. As for the remaining supernatural events, I don't plan to intervene any more. I will hand them over to other city leaders. It shouldn't be a big problem."

Regarding Lin Fan's plan to leave, Tong Qian expressed her understanding. After all, it was Lin Fan who solved the two most troublesome supernatural events this time. Look down on yourself.

The operators who came with Tong Qian began to coordinate the resumption of work around the street, clean up the surrounding debris, and lift the blockade here.

Lin Fan and Tong Qian came to an unmanned bus together, and they got on the bus one after another.

After getting in the car, he called the headquarters.

It probably just rang, and the liaison officer who had been in front of the phone immediately connected the phone, and a gentle voice came out of the microphone:

"Mr. Lin, I am here."

"Tell Zhao Jianguo for me that the situation in Zhongshan City is almost under control. I'm going back. If you have anything to tell me now, I don't think you'll be able to contact me later." Lin Fan briefly described the completion of the task, and then Get ready to hang up.

But at this moment, the liaison officer Chen Tong's exclamation came from the microphone, and then, there was a slight collision sound as if someone had snatched the microphone.

"Lin Fan, it's me, Zhao Jianguo."

Zhao Jianguo always had a serious voice and tone.

Hearing that the person who came was Old Zhao, Lin Fan also gave him a face, instead of hanging up the phone immediately, he asked lazily:

"It just so happens that you are next to me. Let me report to you directly. The supernatural incident in Zhongshan City has almost been brought under control. I also rescued Tong Qian from the Caesar Hotel. I have completed all the tasks at the headquarters, so I'm going to go back and rest."

"Really!"

Zhao Jianguo, who was far away in Dajing City, seemed to have knocked hard on the table, and a "buzz" came out from the microphone, which shows how excited he is now.

"Of course it's true, otherwise I don't have time to report something to you."

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm just too happy. Lin Fan, the headquarters asked you to deal with the crisis in Zhongshan City. It's the most correct decision so far. You can tell me the remuneration we agreed on earlier, and the headquarters will definitely satisfy you." at your request."

"Okay, I'll talk about it when I think about it."

"Then I won't bother you, goodbye."

A few words ended the tedious reporting task process in the past. Zhao Jianguo really couldn't wait to report the good news to the people above.

Lin Fan, who was still in Zhongshan City, also felt a little tired after hanging up the phone at the headquarters. Leaning on the back seat, he felt his brain throbbing, as if it was about to burst.

Seeing his tired face, Tong Qian thoughtfully prepared to leave, but when she left, she accidentally bumped into the console next to her, turned on the car's radio station, and automatically switched to the one she listened to most recently.

Suddenly, a deep and magnetic voice sounded in the carriage, telling:

"The urban ghost story I want to tell you today is about an invitation letter. Not long ago, a group of young people came to the Senbai Western House in Okawa City and decided to play in this historic building. A different kind of exciting game..."

(End of this chapter)