The Difference Was Clear

Liu Xiaoyu, who was in the city, was unaware of the danger that was taking place inside the Ping An Technology Experimental Base building.

She is currently suspended from work and not at Headquarters, but tonight she received a very urgent call from Headquarters. The caller was a former colleague Qin Meirou.

"Liu Xiaoyu, it's an emergency. There's been a problem with Professor Wang, and we need your cooperation in the investigation." Qin Meirou's tone was urgent, but because she had been in charge of Yang Jian for a period of time, she knew quite a bit about Yang Jian's affairs.

She naturally participated in this investigation.

"Sister Qin, what's wrong?" Upon receiving the call, Liu Xiaoyu instinctively sat up in bed.

Although it was around 1 a. m., her professional habits allowed her to immediately get into work mode.

"It's about the Ghost Infant." Qin Meirou spoke quickly, "Do you know that there's a Ghost Infant beside Yang Jian?"

Ghost Infant?

Liu Xiaoyu immediately shuddered. She recalled what happened when she went to see Yang Jian at the suburban villa a couple of days ago. She was startled by the strange child at the time, and if Yang Jian hadn't told her to keep it a secret, the matter of the Ghost Infant would have already been reported.

"I know."

She knew she couldn't hide it any longer, so she answered immediately.

Qin Meirou said, "Now I'm asking you, besides Yang Jian, who else has had contact with the Ghost Infant, or who Yang Jian trusts the most, and who has recently returned to Dachang City and made contact with certain people? This investigation is urgent, and many colleagues are already involved. I currently have several names: Jiang Yan, Zhang Wei, Zhang Liqin, Zhang Xiangui, Zhang Xiangui Zhang Han, Wang Shanshan, Wang Bin."

In an information-driven society, many things are no longer secrets.

In such a short time, Headquarters already knew who Yang Jian had contacted and met during his last trip back to Dachang City.

Of course, this investigation was not without evidence. Zhang Hua was Yang Jian's liaison at the Shangtong Building in Dachang City, and many things could be learned through him.

"Of these names, who do you think is most likely to be connected to Yang Jian's Ghost Infant?" Qin Meirou asked. "Time is of the essence. Professor Wang is in great danger. You need to answer very accurately and quickly, because there's no time to investigate everyone."

Let me think about it.

Liu Xiaoyu frowned, lost in thought.

She used to communicate with Yang Jian frequently for extended periods of time, and was very familiar with the people around Yang Jian, even knowing their relationships with Yang Jian.

"Wang Shanshan, it's Wang Shanshan! The Ghost Infant must be related to her."

Soon, Liu Xiaoyu said in a very serious tone, "Wang Shanshan used to be Yang Jian's classmate at No. 7 Middle School. After Zhou Zheng died, the vengeful ghost revived, and the Ghost Infant appeared at the school. Wang Shanshan was attacked by the Ghost Infant and suffered its curse. Yang Jian even asked me for information about Ghost Slave in order to save her."

Although these details happened quite some time ago, her memory is not bad; she not only recalled them but also recounted the cause and effect.

"Okay, I'll contact Wang Shanshan right away," Qin Meirou.

Once Headquarters knows who is most suspicious, they can find them immediately.

Only a few seconds had passed.

A phone call was made to Guangjiang Residential Area in Dachang City.

Inside a high-rise residential building.

This is the home of Wang Bin and his wife.

It was already past the time when everyone was asleep, but at that moment, the phones of Wang Bin and his wife, as well as Wang Shanshan's phone in the next room, all rang at the same time.

The family was woken up by the noise.

Wang Shanshan, who was asleep in bed, opened her eyes and looked at the lit-up phone next to her. The name on the caller ID was Yang Jian.

She hesitated for a moment, then answered the phone.

But the voice on the other end of the phone wasn't Yang Jian's; it was a man's voice. "I'm Wang Xiaoming. You should know me. We met during the Starvation Ghost Incident in Dachang City."

The call was directly transferred.

Wang Xiaoming, who was on the first floor of the experimental base building, was on a live call. He directly identified himself to save a lot of trouble, because he had met Yang Jian's people in Dachang City before. Although they were not familiar with each other, they had met before and knew each other, so they were not complete strangers.

Revealing one's identity in this way can reduce suspicion and gain trust.

"I know you, Professor Wang." Wang Shanshan's tone was very soft, revealing a coldness, like an iceberg girl, indifferent to emotions.

"To make a long story short, Yang Jian is in trouble. He's been possessed by a ghost, and the Ghost Infant beside him is currently fighting against another ghost. The situation is extremely dangerous, and I must save Yang Jian, which requires using the Ghost Infant."

"So, can you control Ghost Infant?"

Wang Xiaoming asked directly, eager to know whether Wang Shanshan was a backup plan left by Yang Jian.

Based on the thorough investigation conducted by Headquarters and the verification from Liu Xiaoyu, Wang Shanshan is the most likely candidate.

Wang Shanshan paused for a moment, not answering immediately. She was considering the authenticity of the call. Although she had met Wang Xiaoming, she remembered that Yang Jian and this Wang Xiaoming did not have a good relationship. The call at this time might be due to an emergency, but it might also be some kind of conspiracy or trap.

She has received many text messages containing phone scams.

However, this matter concerned Yang Jian's safety, so after a brief silence, Wang Shanshan said, "I can command the Ghost Infant; it will obey me."

"Very good."

Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief when he said those words.

The previous assessment was correct; Yang Jian did indeed leave a contingency plan, and Wang Shanshan really can control the Ghost Infant.

"Listen carefully," he began to persuade Wang Shanshan, telling her to order the Ghost Infant to do as he asked, so that there would still be a chance to completely turn the current situation around.

However, at this very moment.

Although Yang Jian, who was out of control, was staring at the rotting dead man's head and stood frozen in place, Wei Jing had already reached the entrance of the lobby on the first floor.

The ghost child was watching Wei Jing from outside the main gate.

The moment Wei Jing stepped halfway across the door, the rule that those who leave the building die was immediately triggered. The ghost child moved at that moment, its true nature as a vengeful ghost seemingly awakened. The ghost child immediately pounced on him, its tightly closed mouth opening again.

Its pitch-black mouth, like a black hole, seemed poised to swallow Wei Jing whole.

However, the next moment...

Wei Jing stopped in his tracks and grabbed the ghost child who was lunging at him.

The dark-skinned hand gripped the ghost child's neck. The originally ferocious ghost seemed to be suppressed at this moment. Its mouth closed, and its body suddenly went limp, like a soft, lifeless infant. It had suddenly lost the support of supernatural power and could no longer move.

At this moment, the Ghost Messenger between the ghost messengers and the starving ghosts seemed to be immediately apparent.

The ghost child lost.

But the dirty, old black shroud on the ghost child billowed at this moment, its sleeves rising and wrapping around Wei Jing's arm, seemingly resisting and preventing the suppression from continuing. Meanwhile, the wet corpse fluid on the ghost child's body seemed to have dried completely, revealing no supernatural signs whatsoever.

"Bang!"

With a flick of his stiff, cold arm, Wei Jing sent the ghost child he was holding flying like a lifeless corpse, crashing heavily to the ground before finally coming to a stop against a wall not far away.

The ghost child's body was contorted, but it remained motionless.

Controlled by the ghost, Wei Jing continued walking forward. His purpose was clear: he wanted to leave this place and go somewhere else.

"Wei Jing is completely unstoppable."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoming, who was on the phone, frowned. "Is the Ghost Infant not as powerful as we thought at this stage? Or is it that the one who has truly lost control is not Yang Jian, but Wei Jing?"

"The ghost in the memorial tablet is not in Yang Jian, but in Wei Jing?"

However, Wei Jing hadn't gone very far.

The ghost child, who had been flung to the ground, suddenly opened his eyes again. His eerie, scarlet eyes stared at Wei Jing once more. He stood up, his body twisted and wet again, returning to its previous state.

The suppression was only temporary; once Wei Jing released his grip, the ghost child could regain its mobility and was not completely dead.

The next moment.

The ghost child vanished from its spot, then lay on Wei Jing's back, its dark blue arms tightly wrapped around his head, and the corpse fluid dripping from its body seemed to be trying to corrode Wei Jing.

Wei Jing stopped in his tracks.

His mind mechanically turned to glance at the ghost child lying behind him.

The suppression from the Ghost Messenger reappeared.

The ghost child immediately lost the ability to move, and once again became a dead infant, falling limply off Wei Jing and lying motionless on the ground.

"The gap is too big."

After two attacks by the Ghost Infant, even the most foolish person would understand the current situation. Wang Xiaoming gritted his teeth and said into the phone, "Wang Shanshan, I need you to temporarily hand over control of the Ghost Infant to me. It won't take long, an hour will be enough."

"The Ghost Infant only listens to Yang Jian and me; no third person has ever been able to command it," Wang Shanshan said.

"Since it obeys your commands, you can also give it commands to obey mine," Wang Xiaoming said. "The situation has changed drastically. If we rely on you to give commands, things will definitely get out of control here."

Wang Shanshan was unaware of the situation here, so how could Wang Xiaoming's dictation possibly lead the ghost child to make correct decisions?

Attacks on Wei Jing like this, time and time again, are bound to lead to accidents.

The key to breaking the deadlock is for Yang Jian to come back to life.

If Yang Jian doesn't wake up, then Wei Jing will definitely leave this place. Wang Xiaoming doesn't know where he will go or what he will do after that, but his intuition tells him that it must be related to the Ghost Messenger incident.

The jigsaw puzzle theory has been proven.

Once the Ghost Messenger complete the final piece of the puzzle— Wei Jing —even the ghost painting might not be able to defeat Ghost Messenger.

No one could have predicted what the consequences would be at that time.

"Okay, I'll try to get the Ghost Infant to obey your commands temporarily, but only for today." Wang Shanshan was convinced and was willing to trust Wang Xiaoming this time.