Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 122 Ghost?
The piercing scream even caused the glass in the room to faintly shake, and the pain contained in it made people wonder what kind of torture it was undergoing.

The young man wanted to speak, but found that his voice was instantly swallowed up by the scream, and he could not even hear clearly.

He had to put the phone away, frowning and waiting for the person on the other side to calm down.

Within a few seconds, the sound suddenly disappeared.

The room suddenly returned to silence, and the huge gap made the young man wonder if he had been deafened by the roar.

And he didn't turn on the speakerphone just now, and the volume of the speaker was still limited.

It's hard to imagine what kind of creature could make such a cry.

"Hey……"

After taking the phone closer, the young man was about to continue talking, but found that the call had already been hung up by the person on the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean? I'm afraid he's not a psychopath."

Feeling baffled, the young man called back again.

However, this time the unknown number had no intention of answering, and the call had been interrupted just after the prompt tone rang.

"Run away? Then wasn't my crime in vain?"

Several more calls were made, and the calls were hung up faster and faster.

In the end, there was not even a prompt sound, and even the call interface just flashed and disappeared.

If the current situation were not special, the young man felt that he could fight with it all day long.

But the surrounding environment did not allow him to do this.

Helpless, the young man had no choice but to call other numbers to find relevant clues.

But none of these numbers seemed to be as special as the unknown numbers. Even after dialing each one one after another, none of them could get through.

Just like a phone that really loses signal, you can only receive a reminder of "currently no signal, dialing failed".

"So there is indeed no signal here. The problem is this number..."

The young man held the phone and thought, "Since it's the only one that can get through, why not try calling a few more?"

Call again to unknown number.

[No signal currently, dial-up failed]

As if affected by the soliloquy just now, this time the call did not get through, but the same prompt as the other numbers popped up.

"Okay, okay, let's play like this..." The young man laughed in anger.

This outrageous operation successfully refreshed his knowledge, but it is best not to let him find the other side, otherwise he must definitely share the joy now.

Exit the call log and hopefully the only option left is text messages.

After clicking.

There was only one message in it, and the sender was Yao Jin.

[Zhang Qian, I have sent you the information you requested via email, please check it carefully. 】

I just glanced at the young man, whose name should be Zhang Qian now, and I couldn't help but feel inspired.

Knowing the name is a big improvement.

At least with the key information, it will become more convenient to find other clues.

After rummaging through his phone again to make sure nothing was missing, Zhang Qian looked at what he was most interested in.

With a click, the golden sand eagle with a cold light suddenly loaded its gun.

As if he was self-taught, Zhang Qian actually knew how to use this thing.

Pull out the magazine, click twice and then complete the ejection operation.

A bright yellow bullet landed in the palm of my hand. The probe was bright gold, and there were grooves corresponding to the impact pin at the bottom.

"It's a real guy... That would be interesting." When Zhang Qian saw this exaggerated shape before, he thought it was a toy like a simulated gun, but no matter how real the simulated gun is, the details cannot be so perfect.

"I actually have a gun, so my identity is a bit special...Police? Agent? Or maybe a killer?"

Combining his own memory, or common sense that has not disappeared, Zhang Qian speculated on his identity.

It’s not easy for anyone to get hold of a gun in this country, so it’s not incomprehensible to be involved in such a strange thing.

"That's right. Ordinary people would have run away long ago when they saw this ship. Only a guy with ulterior motives like me would run up there."

Zhang Qian put the gun back into its holster and looked around.

"Maybe the purpose of my coming here is to perform a certain task. Although I don't know what the task is and what its function is, I have no clue now. I might as well try to complete it and see what I can collect along the way. clue."

After finding his temporary target, his tense mood relaxed a lot.

At this moment, a mirror facing the bedside caught his attention.

"Just knowing the name, I don't even know what I look like..."

The frame of the mirror is made of dark red wood, and the surface of the mirror is dimmed by dust. I didn't notice its existence without looking carefully before.

Zhang Qian curiously approached the mirror, looking forward to what he would look like.

Unfortunately, the heavy dust stuck to the surface of the mirror like a film, leaving no space for him.

After looking around, Zhang Qian walked to the window and politely said: "Do you mind if I borrow it?"

no respond.

That is the default.

"Shh-"

A large section of the curtain was torn off, crumpled into a ball and turned into a useful rag.

However, the curtains that are full of holes are not clean and can only be used to wipe the dust.

The squeaking sound of wiping didn't last long, and a large area of ​​​​the mirror had been cleaned.

But there are still some stubborn stains attached to it, and the entire mirror looks a bit gray.

But these are minor issues, as long as it works.

When he came closer to the mirror again, Zhang Qian's expression froze.

The picture in the mirror was normal, but there was no human figure in the picture, just an empty room and a bed covered with mold.

"how is this possible……"

Zhang Qian touched the mirror in disbelief. His fingers came into contact with the dirty mirror surface, leaving a faint fingerprint.

But the picture in the mirror did not change because of his actions, and there was still no portrait.

Isn't this a mirror, just a window, or a photo?
As his thoughts flowed, he instantly thought of several possibilities.

As for the truth, just verify it a little.

"Shh-"

Under Zhang Qian's strong pull, the quilt on the bed suddenly flew into the air, and the dust and debris accumulated over countless hours flew into the air.

The stale air suddenly became turbid, and even the light became a little dim, but Zhang Qian had no intention of paying attention to these things at the moment, just staring at the mirror.

He can accept it even if the mirror remains unchanged.

However, the quilt in the picture actually flew up out of thin air.

Before Zhang Qian put down the quilt in his hand, the quilt in the mirror also raised a strange arc, as if some invisible figure was supporting the quilt.

"……ghost?"

(End of this chapter)