Chapter 40: Trapped

  According to the analysis of that high-ranking person called Ziyu, this should be a kind of spiritual suggestion method. Suggesting oneself to oneself, deceiving both oneself and others, in order to muddle through.

  As expected, with Wen Fei's continuous silent chanting, the yang fire on his body gradually weakened and eventually disappeared without a trace, making him indistinguishable from ghosts. Those wandering spirits and wild ghosts originally had no divine wisdom and couldn't sense the existence of yang energy, so they lost interest and slowly dispersed.

  Wen Fei let out a breath and walked several steps out of the corridor. Fortunately, it wasn't far from the guard room, and after exiting the corridor, it was just a few more steps away. What made Wen Fei's scalp numb again was that there were also many lonely ghosts gathered near the guard room, but since there were many living people and strong yang energy in that area, those ghosts didn't dare to get close.

  Dabu flowed into the guard room, Wen Fei tightly closed the door and panted heavily.

  The bald man was also in the guard room, constantly adjusting the images on each screen. He turned his head to Wen Fei and said, "Why does your face look so bad?"

  As soon as the words were spoken, several people went to see Wen Fei. After taking a closer look, they all jumped in fright. Wen Fei's face was deathly pale with a hint of greenish tint, just like a dead person!

  "Never mind, this building is simply a haunted house. Everywhere are those damned lonely ghosts..."

  Wen Fei's words made several people feel uneasy. A middle-aged man who was not familiar with Wen Fei said, "Don't make this kind of joke..."

  There was also a younger Taoist: "I also feel that the atmosphere of this building is not right, why does it feel so cold..."

  As soon as he said that, several people subconsciously shrunk their necks, it was indeed very cold, just like the air conditioner was turned on. The middle-aged man glared at the young man: "How can you talk like this? If you don't get scolded for three days, you won't be honest?"

  The young man's neck shrunk again, apparently somewhat intimidated by the middle-aged man, but his mouth still muttered: "Is it very cold? I have goosebumps all over!"

  "Let me tell you, just get back to me and I'll have someone else from the bureau come over!" The middle-aged man growled, clearly very annoyed. This young person didn't dare speak again.

  "Sorry about that, Mr. Huang. Nowadays young people haven't been properly educated and speak without thinking. Don't bother with him!" The middle-aged man turned to apologize to Huang Sheng.

  Huang Sheng forced a smile and introduced them to Wen Fei: "This is Wu Shibao and Zhou Qiang from the Municipal Bureau... they're here to help find someone."

  Wen Fei thought to himself, indeed people's lives are not the same. The elevator installer who died unexpectedly didn't have anyone investigating his death, instead everyone was concerned about Chen Zhenghe's whereabouts. But thinking again, people aren't all saints after all.

  Even he himself, Chen Zhenghe, must be concerned about his own complicated relationships. As for the master he had never met, it was just a sigh! Isn't this human nature? Otherwise, why don't you donate your money to save the starving children in Africa... Or as Li Zongwu said, "Human nature is neither good nor evil, only selfish."

  Wen Fei suddenly spat out a mouthful of phlegm and lost his composure. It wasn't until half a day later that he came to, only to find that Wu Shibao had been holding out his hand for ages. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head before shaking hands with Wu Shibao, saying "Sorry about that, I zoned out just now!"

  Wu Shibowas relieved and looked at Wen Fei's pale face. He might have contracted some serious illness, so he didn't bother to argue with Wen Fei... He forced a smile: "Wu Shibao, this is my colleague Zhou Cheng."

  Wen Fei and Wu Shi Bo had exchanged pleasantries, then Huang Sheng asked Wen Fei with a serious expression: "What did you mean by what you just said?"

  Wen Fei smiled bitterly and pointed outside: "It's all those things out there..."

  Huang Sheng was startled and almost jumped up from his chair. To be aware, the guard room was all large glass, clearly visible outside the situation, Wen Fei pointed out that Huang Sheng seemed to vaguely see a white shadow floating by. But then it disappeared again...

  "Haha, Mr. Wen is really humorous!" Wu Shibao dryly laughed. He could scold his subordinates, but seeing that Wen Fei was Huang Sheng's honored guest and addressed Huang Sheng as brother, he naturally didn't dare say anything serious!

  Huang Sheng rubbed his eyes for half a day, suspecting that he was seeing things. But then he heard a loud crash and was startled, only to see the young Zhou Qiang had fallen over along with his chair, landing on his backside. He scrambled to his feet, pointing outside and saying: "There is, there's a ghost... I just saw a face smiling at me..."

  Huang Sheng's heart sank rapidly, and he quickly went to look at Wen Fei. He glanced out of the corner of his eye, but seemed to see another ghostly shadow flash by. He couldn't help but ask dryly: "Younger brother, what do you think?"

  Wen Fei's heart was also sinking, the young policeman wasn't wrong, just now there was a female ghost who stuck her face on the glass and smiled gloomily, and that female ghost seemed to have a mind...

  He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "This is not good, maybe none of us can get out today!"

  "What does it mean?" the bald man asked.

  "Wen Fei pressed his throat and said: 'It's dark!'"

  Huang Sheng rolled up his sleeve, revealing the valuable Patek Philippe. He glanced at the time and found that it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening. Even in summer when the days are long, the sky should have darkened by now.

  "Mr. Wen, don't joke around, okay?" Wu Shibao said.

  Wen Fei said solemnly, "Do I look like I'm joking?"

  Wu Shibao had already believed about 80-90% that in this world, there is only one set of materialism. Actually, not many people believe in it nowadays. This police officer was no exception. What shocked him the most was when Wen Fei said: "However, you're a bit better off. You're on the government's payroll and have an aura of authority protecting you. Ordinary ghosts wouldn't dare to mess with you..."

  After hearing this, Wu Shibo first let out a sigh of relief, but then heard Wen Fei continue: "What a pity, your official position is too low. The one you met tonight isn't an ordinary..."

  In Wen Fei's eyes, Wu Shibo had not only three yang fires on his body, but also a thread of white official energy that descended from the void. Unfortunately, this thread of white energy was too weak.

  After listening to Wen Fei's words, Wu Shi Bo initially had a flushed face. He was just the head of the technical department and thought that Wen Fei intentionally humiliated him. But immediately he was frightened: "What is going on?"

  Wen Fei sighed again, it would be better if these two policemen were detectives who went out to investigate cases. At least they would have a strong aura, matching the official aura on their heads, and they would be much more intimidating. But these two policemen are both technical... Isn't this a pit?

  Suddenly, Wen Fei had an idea and exclaimed: "Quickly, make a phone call, ask for help?"

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