The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 292
The terrifying knock on the door seemed to disappear after a few rings.

It was as if something outside the door had given up on coming in.

However, the armed policeman who was close behind the door and listening to the movement outside the door still had a stern face, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Because he hasn't heard any movement from outside, which means that the things outside have not left, but are still standing outside the door.

That is, when the armed policeman was still thinking about it.

Wang Xiaoming, looking haggard, suddenly picked up his satellite positioning mobile phone, because someone called him.

"If you don't open the door, I will leave."

The voice on the other end of the phone was indifferent, and Wang Xiaoming had no impression of this person at all.

But he had already guessed who it was.

"Open the door."

Wang Xiaoming's voice was hoarse, his lips were pale, and he had some difficulty getting up, like an old man with limited mobility, and even needed the support of the armed policeman who was in charge of guarding.

During this period of time, everyone in the safe house lived in fear. All they had to do every day was eat, sleep and go to the bathroom, and then imagine the beauty of the past or the despair of the future.

Only he needs to keep running his smart brain, observing the situation of Yang Jian's hanging, and constantly analyzing it.

And after the camera was cut off, he needed to keep in touch with the headquarters to make various arrangements and issue various orders.

It can be said that he has the least rest time in the safe house, and even the energy he gets from eating is beyond his means.

The brain continues to function, but the consequence of the lack of supplies is that the food distribution he can get is also very limited.

"Open the door?"

Everyone who heard this order couldn't help but wonder if the professor, who was under special care, had become mentally abnormal because of being suppressed for too long?

Could this person be insane?

"The matter has been resolved, open the door."

Wang Xiaoming walked over with the support of the armed policeman, while continuing to insist on the original order, with a calm voice.

He has received the news that Yang Jian successfully restrained the starving ghost.

Coupled with the phone call just now, it was enough for him to confirm who the person knocking on the door was.

"It's… okay."

In line with the bounden duty of obeying orders, coupled with Professor Wang's firm attitude, the armed police standing behind the door no longer hesitated, stepped forward, and opened the door that had been closed for a long time.

The door opened, and the light inside the safe house shone out, but the passage outside was still so dark.

At this moment, everyone's eyes shrank subconsciously.

In the darkness, a strange young man stood quietly on the spot, looking at the slowly opened metal door.

"A living person?"

People inside the safe house quickly saw the strange man standing outside the door.

However, for his strange appearance, everyone including Wang Xiaoming had no impression of him.

However, the clothes this man was wearing were familiar to some people.

Yang Jian seems to have several sets of the same clothes, to be precise, these are uniforms issued by a special unit.

Jiang Yan remembered clearly that this was the uniform of Interpol.

"Is this person also an Interpol?"

She couldn't help but looked at the pale-skinned young man, only to find that the young man's appearance seemed to be engulfed in a fog, and she couldn't remember it at all.

The only thing he can remember is the uniform on his body and the conspicuous golden nameplate.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the young man standing outside the door, and they also saw the golden nameplate.

There seems to be something engraved on the sign, but because the distance is too far, no one can see it clearly.

No one dared to go over to see what was engraved on the golden nameplate, because even if they were more than ten meters away, people could feel the cold aura lingering on this young man.

Most of the people present were familiar with this cold aura, because Yang Jian would also emit this cold aura that was not like a living person.

Ghost hunter.

Although I don't know what this young man's last name is or what his first name is, I can't even remember his appearance.

But this strange aura alone was enough for the people in the safe house to determine his identity.

Ignoring the gazes from other people, Li Leping focused his attention on Wang Xiaoming who was walking towards this side.

He didn't choose to go in, but stopped outside the door.

"It seems that you have suffered a lot during this time."

That's what he said, but the tone of the young man's speech was not a sigh at all, but a bit of a smile, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with no intention of hiding the true thoughts in his heart.

Compared with the last time we met, Wang Xiaoming's appearance was much worse. He was thin, with heavy bags under his eyes and bloodshot eyes.

It is really rare to see Wang Xiaoming, who has always been cold and deflated, in such a miserable state. I must watch it a few more times and remember this scene well.

"You don't need to be cynical here."

Accompanied by two armed policemen, Wang Xiaoming, whose eyes were bloodshot, came over, but the moment he opened his mouth, he exposed his physical weakness.

Wang Xiaoming is just an ordinary person. Although he is an expert in the study of the supernatural and has had many contacts with the supernatural, he still stubbornly maintains his status as an ordinary person and does not want any entanglement between his body and the supernatural.

The flesh and blood of ordinary people is obviously difficult to support in such a high-pressure environment, especially for Wang Xiaoming, who has just died of his brother, but he has to force himself to do his best to support the enemy who killed his brother.

Under the dreary environment, you have to hold on to your work with such a physically and mentally exhausted body.

On this point, Li Leping admired Wang Xiaoming.

At least Li Leping will definitely not apply the theory of value to those who kill their relatives.

For him, it means revenge for revenge, redress of grievances.

Whoever is in charge of your identity, if you dare to do something, then you must be prepared to be liquidated by me.

Shrugging his shoulders, Li Leping didn't intend to continue to be angry with Wang Xiaoming anymore.

After all, Wang Xiaoqiang had just died not long ago, maybe Gu Li had already opened champagne at home when he heard the news.

Wang Xiaoqiang was indeed unlikable, and even provoked a lot of enemies, but because of Wang Xiaoming's status, most people didn't kill him.

It's just that Wang Xiaoqiang bumped into Yang Jian this time, Yang Jian doesn't like to reason with others, he is very pure, as long as he thinks you are a threat, he will definitely think of killing you.

Not to mention, you have already killed him.

However, everyone including Yang Jian would not take the initiative to bring up this pain point of Wang Xiaoming.

"Wait a moment."

As Wang Xiaoming gradually approached, Li Leping suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed his palm at Wang Xiaoming and the two armed policemen who were following him, and stopped him: "Don't come here."

"What? What's the problem?" Wang Xiaoming frowned.

Li Leping's nose twitched, then he took a few steps back and looked at Wang Xiaoming with a strange expression: "Didn't you smell a strange smell?"

Immediately, the faces of the two armed policemen became embarrassed, and they hurriedly explained: "There is a young man with diarrhea inside, and the safe house has not had time to install a ventilation system, so..."

As they spoke, the two turned their heads at the same time, looking at Zhang Wei who was poking his head behind the door.

Li Leping: "..."

"You guys are so smoked."

He looked at Wang Xiaoming, who was unshaven and with messy hair, and said sincerely, "Why don't you take a shower first?"

(End of this chapter)