"Will the evil spirit really die?"
This was a sentence hovering in Xu Lang's mind. At this time, he was finally convinced that he had got rid of the chase of the evil spirits in the West Tower, and leaving here was no longer the problem.
But the abnormal condition of his left hand was always torturing his nerves.
Looking at his dark left hand and feeling the cold breath constantly coming through his wrist, Xu Lang couldn't understand.
He moved vigorously. What is certain is that he still belongs to him above his wrist and can use it at will, but the control of his left hand has been completely lost.
This didn't just mean that Xu Lang's left hand was abolished and became disabled.
But his left hand became the habitat of a dead evil spirit!
The little boy did not choose to tell him everything, but just said "She will follow you forever."
Xu Lang heard even more unexpected news from these words.
The meaning of this sentence is like that even if he returns to the newspaper, the newspaper will not be able to repair his abolished left hand. This kind of contradiction that escapes the task rules makes Xu Lang's mind heavy.
He had a guess that it was because he did not enter the mission at this moment. In other words, he was disabled at this moment. It was the result of Xu Lang's own opinion and breaking into a spiritual location.
Newspaper, unable to repair injuries outside the mission!
When Xu Lang thought of this, his face became extremely ugly. He fumbled with his left hand again. The coldness there also infected his heart. This is a pair of palms abandoned by the world and abandoned by him.
"Will the evil spirit really die?"
"Evil spirits will not die, they will only disappear."
On the other side of the exhaust duct, the black mist enveloped the thin body of the little boy, but his eyes flashed with deep light, and the red light in the black mist seemed a little subtle and hard to detect.
As he slowly asked this sentence, a low-pitched voice came from his side, answering his question.
But from a human perspective, the little boy was completely blank beside him, and there was no one in the entire pipeline except him.
"So, Liu Yi didn't die, just disappeared?"
The little boy thought for a while and asked, as if this question was extremely important to him.
"No need to test, no evil spirit can take the initiative to end their existence." In the empty channel, the voice of the transparent person echoed again.
"My energy was exhausted after simulating hell. Just to save him, it was even worse. I lost a lot this time. Are you sure he can do it?"
"You don't need to trust him, you just need to trust me."
Hearing this, the little boy nodded secretly, "It makes sense, after all, you and him..."
At this moment, a gust of wind came from behind the little boy, blowing the words that he had not yet said in the wind, and he also completely dissipated.
At this time, Xu Lang finally came to the end of the exhaust duct. It was like a huge windmill. There were so many half people at the end of the duct. After some effort, Xu Lang finally got out of there.
Xu Lang raised his head slightly. The sunlight in the original day has completely dissipated. At this time, a crescent moon is lying beautifully in the sky. It is a good weather with few stars and clear clouds in a month.
However, there was a haze in Xu Lang's heart. He had seen the terrifying nature of this mission earlier than everyone else!
If not, the complexity of the West Tower is beyond imagination, and the various forces are fighting each other, each with their own goals, I am afraid that he has long been a dead bone in the mound.
This action is unacceptable for Xu Lang.
Not only did he fail to obtain a trace of valuable clues, he ended up with a lifelong disability instead.
Xu Lang lifted his left hand slightly. He didn't know if this left hand was completely scrapped, or when it might recover again.
But these questions obviously have no answers. After taking a look, since I can't figure it out, I just don't want to, and can only wait to solve the problem when it arises.
Xu Lang glanced around. He should be located at the end of a street in Jiming Hospital at this time. It is still safe at the moment.
This time, he set his gaze on the portfolio bag that he always carried around his waist, and then opened it with his right hand, and pulled out a dozen A4 papers from it, with densely packed text messages printed on it.
When he was in the morgue, he had already glanced briefly. This is the personal information of the infected person in this city.
The first one is the crazy Zhao Mingli, and his identity information is similar to what he knew before. There is no discrepancy. The value of this list is not too high in Xu Lang's view.
Because of the list of infected persons and information, you can get it simply by contacting the upper-level figures. If he only got this from his birth and death, then the result is undoubtedly unacceptable.
After Xu Lang took a few glances, he let out a long sigh of relief. He straightened his upper body, leaned back against the cold wall and sat down slowly. The long run made his body exhausted. Overwhelmed, his eyelids were fighting fiercely at this time, and soon he fell asleep.
"What the hell are you looking for me?"
Cheng Guoguo closed the door tightly, looked around, then took two water glasses from the table and handed them to the two of them.
Song Zhuoming gave him a weird look, took a sip from the water glass, and waited for Cheng Guoguo's answer.
Cheng Guoguo's expression was a little nervous, "Have you heard of difficult tasks?"
Song Zhuoming's face was startled, "No, I only entered the newspaper office not long ago, so I am definitely not as good as you seniors."
Cheng Guoguo stopped sitting on the sofa with his hands in his pockets, but started to pace the room non-stop: "I entered the newspaper office for nearly half a year and spent four missions. I am already a good performer, but I still don't have any. I've heard of anyone who has performed difficult tasks."
Song Zhuoming frowned. He looked at Cheng Guoguo in the room. He was not very familiar with this person. He just knew that he did not belong to any faction. He also had his own views on the mission. It could be said that he was an oddity in the newspaper. The presence.
"So, what is the purpose of you telling me this?"
When Cheng Guoguo heard this, she turned her head, looked at Song Zhuoming's eyes, and slowly said: "This mission is to solve the supernatural incident, that is, the current epidemic, but we lack information now!"
"What does it have to do with you looking for me?"
"Your father is Song Ru-nian. I heard that he is very good at using black and white methods. It must be up to your two sons to beg him to get some internal information. It is not difficult!"
Cheng Guoguo's words made Song Zhuoming's brows tighten, and he almost immediately understood the meaning of his words.
To resolve an incident, you must first find the root cause.
To follow the root cause, the first step is to visit and investigate those infected. The best thing is to find the first infected person!
It is true that ordinary people cannot do these things, but Song Zhuoming's father is Song Runian, which is not difficult for him.
But thinking of this, Song Zhuoming's eyes rolled, he felt that Cheng Guoguo's purpose might not be that simple.
"What then? Your father, Cheng Tianlin, I heard that he is also the leader of the Shanghai-Haihai Food and Beverage Group. His power is not inferior to Song Ru-nian. I don’t believe you found me just for Song Ru-nian!”
Song Zhuoming's thoughts were equally deep. He realized that Cheng Guoguo's words had reservations during the short confrontation, and his deeper purpose had not yet been revealed.
A stern color appeared on Cheng Guoguo's face. He slowly leaned down and came to Song Zhuoming with a faint smile: "Yes, our goal is not only to find these infected people, but to deal with them!"
Song Zhuoming's brows tightened, and he couldn't help but look up at Cheng Guoguo. This man felt extremely oppressive at this moment, not only breaking his usual sense of laughter, but even making him feel a crisis.
His mind turned tactfully, and he began to think about the motive of these words.
And Cheng Guoguo was also waiting for his thoughts, and did not interrupt. Maybe he thought Song Zhuoming would be able to understand his intentions, if not, he would not find him.
Song Zhuoming's eyes were deep and his thoughts kept running, and then he thought of an extremely bold idea.
"The purpose of finding these infected people is not only to obtain information, but the most important thing is to bring them to a safe location to ensure that they will not die of illness within 15 days of the mission!"
When Cheng Guoguo heard the words, his eyes lit up, and he snapped his fingers: "Yes, Song Zhuoming, you are really extraordinary, no wonder Xu Lang valued it. This mission clearly stipulates that within 15 days, there must be no more than 10 dead. This obviously includes our executors, but it will also infect those affected by the supernatural power!"
At this moment, Song Zhuoyan, who had never spoken, accepted Cheng Guoguo’s words, “In other words, if we allow this large number of infected people to continue to stay in the Shanghai and Shanghai markets, it will undoubtedly be for the executors. A time bomb!
Maybe it will explode sometime, after all, the condition is beyond the control of us mortals! "
Song Zhuoming glanced at his brother next to him, and said with a headache: "Maybe we do not take the initiative, then the condition of these infected people is likely to anger the evil spirits as the execution of the tasks progresses, and detonate these infected people in advance. Causes widespread death, and what awaits us by then is the destruction of all groups!"
"So, what do you mean by the means to deal with this batch of infected people?"
Cheng Guoguo breathed a sigh of relief, as if the next decision to be made would have a vital impact on this mission and the executors.
"There are ten performers in this mission. I have the best guess, then at least half of them will die! Because this mission is not only about difficult-level evil spirits, but also a serious battle for captains. One of the candidates' forces must fall!
Therefore, if you want to complete the task, you have to divide it into two batches. Of course, the important task of solving the supernatural event falls on the three candidates, and the task of the rest of us is to ensure that the task continues, waiting for the three of them. One of you will end this mission! "(End of this chapter)