He found Zhou Han's phone and called her.
Then—
She hung up.
"Idiot!"
How had a woman like this survived until now?
Wang Ye tossed the phone aside and continued browsing the website, with no intention of calling Zhou Han again.
He wasn't a saint.
But soon, his phone rang.
This idiot woman.
Wang Ye frowned and answered.
"Why didn't you call again?"
On the other end of the line, Zhou Han voiced her confusion.
Wang Ye's voice was calm. "If you want to live longer, try talking less nonsense."
"I just reviewed the information in detail. The Ghost Car's killing rule is that anyone who gets on board will definitely die."
"Did you really need to call again just to remind me of that?" Zhou Han's voice suddenly turned icy. "Do you think I have plenty of time?"
"Shut up!"
Wang Ye cut Zhou Han off without hesitation. "Ghosts cannot be killed. That's an ironclad rule."
"But anyone who boards the Ghost Car will definitely die. That's also an ironclad rule."
"In that case, what would happen if we stopped a Ghost Car and sent a ghost onto it?"
Wang Ye's voice remained as calm as ever. "My analysis is that it would eventually become a contest between two ghosts."
"To fulfill its ironclad killing rule, the Ghost Car would reclaim its duplicates. In the end, the car the ghost boarded would be the true source."
"If we're lucky, the Ghost Car might even fall dormant because it can't fulfill its killing rule."
After Wang Ye finished speaking, silence fell over the other end of the call.
Without realizing it, Zhou Han had switched on the speakerphone.
Several Superhumans exchanged looks. It seemed they had never considered that a Supernatural Incident could be resolved this way.
"Fine."
After a long while, Zhou Han unusually said only one word before hanging up.
Wang Ye shut down his computer and began exercising on the treadmill in the living room.
His body was simply too frail right now.
Heavenly Group Headquarters.
Zhang Ziliang listened to a phone recording, his eyes growing brighter and brighter as a broad smile spread across his face.
Meanwhile, the long-haired Young Man beside him sank into thought.
At last, the recording ended. Zhang Ziliang slapped the desk excitedly. "Good!"
"This Wang Ye is truly talented!"
"Quick, report this idea to the deputy leader."
"At last, it's our Logistics Department's turn to earn some merit!"
All this time, the Logistics Department's role had only been to provide service and support.
Whenever the Action Department's Superhumans failed a mission, they would simply dump the blame on Logistics, claiming the intelligence had not arrived in time.
Some couldn't even be bothered to make up an excuse. They would just say their liaison had not been respectful enough when speaking to them, which put them in a bad mood and caused the mission to fail.
But today, if Wang Ye's theory proved correct, it would mean the Logistics Department could carry too!
"Just as I thought, I have a keen eye for talent. I didn't choose wrong!"
Zhang Ziliang excitedly paced back and forth through the office.
The long-haired Young Man looked speechlessly at his minister. He wanted to retort, but in the end could only say sourly, "That kid's pretty clever, I'll give him that."
After saying that, he organized Wang Ye's theory into a paper report and turned to leave.
About ten minutes later.
An emergency meeting of the Superhuman Group was held. Half an hour later, a Superhuman carrying a gold box boarded a helicopter and hurriedly departed.
The next day.
As usual, Wang Ye opened the Spirit Secret website to see whether any news had been updated.
A row of large words at the top was extremely conspicuous.
"The Ghost Car incident was perfectly resolved just three days after its emergence."
Opening the headline revealed an account of how bravely and selflessly the team members had acted.
However, the specific details were not recorded.
It wasn't that Heaven Group wanted to claim the credit. After all, the two major forces, the Present Buddha Kingdom and Dao City, still had ambiguous and unpredictable attitudes.
Beyond the cities, the Wasteland was filled with danger.
Under such circumstances, a new solution could not possibly be made public so easily.
And Wang Ye's name was absent from the article.
It was probably to protect him. After all, he was only an ordinary person.
Sure enough.
At noon, a commendation call from Heaven Group came through.
Zhang Ziliang's excitement was hard to conceal over the phone. It seemed the entire Logistics Department had gained quite a lot this time.
"You're the first person whose probation period lasted only one day. Congratulations, you're officially hired."
"What reward do you want?"
Zhang Ziliang asked generously.
Wang Ye thought for a few seconds, then asked weakly, "Can I have A-Class Intelligence Clearance?"
"Get lost."
Zhang Ziliang cursed decisively. "Ten points. That's it, I'm busy."
With that, Zhang Ziliang hung up without hesitation, breaking out in a cold sweat. This kid had an enormous appetite.
Even he only had A-Class Intelligence Clearance.
Yet this guy had earned ten points on his very first day on the job. That was more efficient than some Superhumans.
Thinking of that, Zhang Ziliang's mood improved once again.
After all, he had recognized talent.
Zhang Ziliang thought smugly.
Meanwhile, Wang Ye was slightly dazed after hanging up.
As someone who had been reborn, he knew better than anyone how important points were. Points were still relatively easy to earn now, but in the coming years, Terror Resurgence would erupt for a second time, and the crisis would deepen further and further.
Money had already become almost as worthless as scrap paper.
The only currency was points.
Points could buy anything: houses, women, power.
As long as you had points, all of it was yours.
It seemed his start was pretty good. Prices were still low right now, and ten points could not be exchanged for much, so there was no rush to spend them.
This stuff, in the future—
Would appreciate in value.
After the Ghost Car mission ended, Zhou Han entered a rest period.
Wang Ye also gained a brief stretch of peace.
As time passed, a hint of anticipation appeared in Wang Ye's eyes.
Seven days were almost up.
The Post Office would open again.
He wondered where it would send him to deliver a letter this time.
Finally, at midnight, the Wooden Door appeared in the living room once more.
Wang Ye calmly opened the Wooden Door and walked inside. He made his familiar way to the counter and looked at the note beside it.
"Address: Room 404, Unit 4, Building 4, Qinyuan Residential Area."
"Nail the Bronze Nail into the photograph in the bedroom."
"Reward: Awaken a hand ability."
"Time limit: 3 days."
Awaken a hand ability?
Wang Ye's eyes instantly lit up. His usually tranquil emotions stirred for once.
Could the thing he regretted most in his previous life finally be resolved?
Wang Ye quickly forced himself to calm down with his powerful self-control and looked to the side.
A bronze nail stained with dried blood lay quietly on the table.
"This time."
"It isn't a letter?"
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