"My name is Wen Jingyan, and I'm just an ordinary Ghost Tamer."
The mysterious man only said that he was a Ghost Tamer and left his name, but did not specify his identity.
He stood three steps away from Mu Xingrui, his voice echoing in the corridor, his tone calm to the point of indifference, the hem of his black trench coat swaying slightly. Although he called himself "ordinary," his eyes revealed a weathered composure, a stark contrast to his youthful appearance.
Mu Xingrui keenly noticed that when Wen Jingyan said this, his right hand unconsciously clenched and unclenched, and the faint bluish-black veins on his knuckles were visible. This detail made him realize that this seemingly young man might be hiding many secrets.
Wen Jingyan speaking, he turned around and made as if to leave.
"Please wait a moment." Mu Xingrui hurriedly stopped him. He didn't want to miss this rare opportunity to get to the truth, even if it meant taking some risks.
"Mr. Wen, could you spare a moment? Could you explain to me in detail what 'Fierce Ghosts' and 'Ghost Tamers' actually are?" Mu Xingrui's attitude was very respectful.
Wen Jingyan frowned slightly, appearing somewhat impatient. "Fierce Ghost is Fierce Ghost, but it's different from the ghosts that people become after death in traditional horror stories. Fierce Ghosts have no reason, no humanity, and only follow certain specific rules to kill. If a living person violates the rules of Fierce Ghost, they will be hunted down by Fierce Ghost."
"Ghost Tamer is someone who controls Fierce Ghost. You can think of it simply as 'ghost possession.' Ghost Tamer can use the power of Fierce Ghost, but the Fierce Ghost will also constantly erode the Ghost Tamer's body. After the Ghost Tamer dies, the Fierce Ghost inside the body will revive on the Ghost Tamer's corpse."
"There are two main methods for containing Fierce Ghost. One is to utilize the conflicting killing patterns of different Fierce Ghost, causing two Fierce Ghost to collide and enter a state of 'freezing.' The other method is to use gold."
"The Supernatural powers of Fierce Ghost spirits cannot affect gold, so a completely sealed Golden Container can imprison Fierce Ghost."
Wen Jingyan spoke briefly, but it was all key information; every sentence was crucial intelligence that could save the Supernatural Investigation Bureau a lot of trouble.
However, Mu Xingrui, standing opposite Wen Jingyan, looked confused and frowned, asking, "Mr. Wen, what are you saying? I can't hear you?"
Wen Jingyan was taken aback. "You didn't hear a thing I just said?"
Mu Xingrui didn't hear this question either.
Just now, when Wen Jingyan was about to leave, Mu Xingrui mustered up his courage and stopped him, asking him about the truth regarding Fierce Ghosts and Ghost Tamers.
Wen Jingyan casually recounted the basic characteristics of Fierce Ghosts.
But the moment he opened his mouth to reveal the secret, Mu Xingrui suddenly went deaf and could not hear anything.
Neither of them were stupid; their minds worked quickly, and they immediately realized that this might not be a coincidence, but rather that someone was deliberately preventing the Investigation Bureau from obtaining intelligence information about the Fierce Ghost.
Wen Jingyan said, "Your Supernatural Investigation Bureau is indeed in serious trouble. When I first came in, I noticed that every member of your bureau carried a slight trace of Supernatural curse."
"Perhaps someone has already infiltrated the Supernatural Investigation Bureau and is constantly interfering with you, trying to prevent you from knowing anything about Fierce Ghost and Ghost Tamers."
Mu Xingrui remained blankly focused; he could only see Wen Jingyan's mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't hear anything.
Wen Jingyan sighed helplessly and had no choice but to edit what he had just said onto his phone and put it in front of Mu Xingrui for him to see.
But at that moment, a wisp of gray mist seemed to drift through Mu Xingrui's pupils. The text that Wen Jingyan had just edited turned into gibberish in his vision.
Mu Xingrui hurriedly informed Wen Jingyan of the matter.
Wen Jingyan's expression changed repeatedly, feeling that the person behind the scenes was truly insidious.
We must find this mastermind!
"Let me help you dispel the curse on you." Wen Jingyan extended his hand to Mu Xingrui.
But in that instant, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into Wen Jingyan's heart, as if the gaze of an alien had crossed time and space, staring intently at him.
Wen Jingyan activated the Supernatural power within his body almost without hesitation to protect himself.
The next second, a crack appeared in space, and countless invisible instant-death curses struck Wen Jingyan directly.
Wen Jingyan was attacked and staggered back dozens of steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
His blood didn't fall to the ground; instead, it turned into a red mist that swirled around him, warding off the curses.
Mu Xingrui, standing to the side, was completely bewildered and had no idea what had happened.
Wen Jingyan was grave. The person who attacked him was stronger than he had imagined; they had seriously injured him with just a single strike from a distance.
At this moment, Wen Jingyan a pang of regret; he shouldn't have meddled.
Although Wen Jingyan looks young, he is actually nearly 100 years old and is a true relic of the previous era.
This world has also experienced a Supernatural period when Fierce Ghosts roamed freely. However, at that time, a super strong person emerged who dominated the world. He single-handedly swept away all the Fierce Ghosts and Ghost Tamers in the world, erased all information about ghosts, and ensured a hundred years of peace for this world.
Wen Jingyan was just one of those who slipped through the net back then.
Many escaped the net, but as time went by, most of them grew old and died. After their deaths, the Fierce Ghost within them fell into dormancy and did not revive.
Wen Jingyan didn't know why this was happening either. He only knew that after that powerful figure cleansed the world of Fierce Ghosts and Ghost Tamers and blocked all information about ghosts, the world began to strongly suppress the Supernatural.
The Fierce Ghost that Wen Jingyan controlled was very special, so he was not greatly affected and even grew younger as he lived, continuing into the modern era.
He has used many identities; the name "Wen Jingyan" has been used for the last ten years.
I thought the era of the Supernatural was over, but recently, several supernatural phenomena have occurred both domestically and internationally.
Despite the various excuses the authorities used to cover up the facts, Wen Jingyan could see at a glance that the so-called "supernatural phenomenon" was actually Supernatural event!
At the same time, he could also intuitively feel that the suppression of the Supernatural by heaven and earth was gradually weakening.
Wen Jingyan had mixed feelings about this.
To be honest, he has lived a peaceful life for nearly a century. He likes this peace and enjoys the benefits brought by modern technological development, so he just wants to maintain the status quo and has no desire to disrupt his current life.
In an era overrun by Fierce Ghosts, where every day is uncertain and life is utterly chaotic.
Originally Wen Jingyan hadn't decided whether to contact the Supernatural Investigation Bureau and use his true identity to provide the national government with information about Fierce Ghosts.
But he quickly ran out of time to think; he learned of the existence of the "Lucky Casino" through his own channels.
At first, he thought it was some old relic that had come back to life, after all, there used to be a gambling Gambling Ghost "won every time he gambled".
But when he investigated further, he discovered that this Lucky Casino was far too bizarre and rife with malicious manipulation.
Today, Wen Jingyan intended to anonymously remind the Supernatural Investigation Bureau, but coincidentally, he encountered the Fierce Ghost Revival at the Investigation Bureau's Headquarters, and even the Director was almost killed.
Our knowledge about Fierce Ghosts has completely collapsed. Modern people don't even know the most basic theory that "gold can contain Fierce Ghosts." We're starting from scratch.
Wen Jingyan, who prided himself on his abilities, helped the Investigation Bureau quell a chaotic situation and even saved the bureau chief.
However, what happened next was subtly beyond his comprehension—all the members of the Investigation Bureau were cursed, Mu Xingrui suddenly went deaf and blind, and a sudden attack from afar...
He couldn't understand why the Supernatural had suddenly resurfaced before, but now he was 100% certain that someone was behind it all!
Wen Jingyan has lived so long entirely because of his cautiousness. This time, he was careless and shouldn't have rashly gotten involved in such matters.
Having figured this out, Wen Jingyan turned and left. Mu Xingrui tried to stop him, but Wen Jingyan didn't give him a chance and vanished without a trace.
"You just left like that?"
Mu Xingrui was extremely disappointed. He had finally met someone who knew the truth, but he hadn't obtained any useful information.
He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his temples.
What had just happened was so intense that he managed to keep from showing any weakness in front of others. Now that he had come to his senses, his body was naturally experiencing a series of adverse reactions.
The emergency lights in the corridor flickered a few times, the eerie light making his shadow flash on and off, like some kind of malicious mockery. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, as if trying to break free from the restraints of his ribs.
"Well, I need to rest for a bit..." he muttered to himself, his voice echoing slightly in the empty corridor.
Mu Xingrui slid to the ground, leaning against the cold wall. There was no sound around him; it was too quiet. Something was wrong.
He took out his phone, and just as he was about to dial, a sharp pain suddenly pierced his chest.
"Uh..." Mu Xingrui's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the front of his clothes.
The pain came so suddenly that he tried to call for help, but only a series of gurgling sounds came out of his throat. His vision quickly went black at the edges, as if it had been soaked in invisible ink.
His phone slipped from his fingers, the screen lighting up the instant it hit the ground, illuminating his deathly pale face.
Mu Xingrui's body slumped forward, his forehead slamming heavily against the floor tiles. His eyes were still open, reflecting the flickering light of the emergency lights at the end of the corridor.
Unfortunately, the light in his pupils gradually dimmed until it went out.
On the other side, in the stairwell on the third floor, Zhou Yuan was dragging another investigator, Xiao Lin, along by the arm as they ran. Their panting and footsteps echoed in the space.
"Sister Zhou, what if we...?"
"Shut up! Run!" Zhou Yuan interrupted sharply, her voice trembling as well.
Earlier, Zhang Suyuan's corpse broke into the room where they were hiding. One of the unlucky guys briefly stalled Zhang Suyuan with his death, and during this gap, everyone ran away.
But instead of staying together, they scattered and ran in all directions.
If Zhang Suyuan's corpse can only kill one person at a time, and everyone scatters and runs, increasing the distance between each kill, the interval between Zhang Suyuan's kills will also increase, thus slightly increasing the chances of survival for the others.
As Zhou Yuan and Xiao Lin turned the corner, they bumped into their colleague running from another direction. This young investigator, who was always smiling, was now deathly pale, and his lips were trembling uncontrollably.
"How did you get here from this direction? Where are the others who were with you?" Zhou Yuan asked anxiously.
The young investigator's pupils trembled violently. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but suddenly his whole body shuddered, and he clutched his chest.
"Hey? What's wrong?"
The young investigator's knees buckled, and Zhou Yuan instinctively reached out to support him, only to find his back soaked in sweat, a hoarse sound coming from his throat, his eyes rolling back, and he slid to the ground like a fish with its bones removed.
Xiao Lin could no longer control herself and let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Stop yelling! What if you attract danger?" Zhou Yuan scolded in a low voice.
However, Xiao Lin's rationality had been completely destroyed by fear, and she couldn't listen to Zhou Yuan's words at all.
The protagonists in horror movies often do things that make them seem less intelligent, putting themselves in more dangerous situations. Perhaps this is because people are simply unable to think rationally when they are in a state of extreme fear.
Zhou Yuan felt agitated. She forced herself to calm down and reached out to check the carotid artery of the fallen young investigator.
There was no movement.
"How could this be?" Zhou Yuan murmured. Zhang Suyuan's body clearly hadn't followed them, so why did he suddenly die?
Could it be that the corpse's abilities have been enhanced again?!
Zhang Suyuan could only barely survive in life, but after death he became so powerful. What kind of story is this?
Before Zhou Yuan could think further, Xiao Lin's scream abruptly stopped.
A chill ran down Zhou Yuan's spine and up her neck. She looked up abruptly and saw Xiao Lin clutching her chest and slowly collapsing, a look of terror still frozen on her face.
"Xiao Lin? Xiao Lin!"
Zhou Yuan hurriedly caught Xiao Lin, but the moment she touched his body, she realized that Xiao Lin had already died.
A chill ran through her, and fear washed over her reason like a tidal wave.
"No, no..." Zhou Yuan released Xiao Lin's body and staggered backward. Her temples throbbed, her vision began to blur, and she could see something wriggling in the air, but she couldn't make it out clearly.
She could no longer remain calm; at this moment, she was no different from Xiao Lin just now—all she wanted to do was scream and run!
Just as I turned to run, I felt a sudden dizziness.
A sharp pain exploded in her chest, and Zhou Yuan gasped for breath, "Is it finally my turn? This inexplicable death."
She knelt on the ground, her fingernails scratching white marks into the floor tiles. In her final moments, she wanted to leave behind as many clues as possible...
In the Investigation Bureau's central control room, a security guard was hunched over the control panel, staring at the monitor screen with unfocused eyes.
But the monitor screens in front of him were all black and malfunctioning.
No one could see that corpses lay scattered haphazardly in the corridors, offices, and stairwells of the Investigation Bureau on every floor.
There were no signs of a struggle, no intruders, only a still corpse and flashing emergency lights.
The security guard's finger was still on the alarm button, but it would never be able to press it again.