Mysterious Resurrection: Starting from the Hanged Man Path

Chapter 10 Research
"I have a guess in my mind, but I'm not sure."

"What guess?" Zhang Han on the other end of the intercom suddenly became interested.

Yang Jian said: "I think the ghost babies are actively avoiding us. They are hiding."

"Hidden? How is that possible? Even if that's the case, what's the purpose of hiding it? It can't be for no reason, right?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe he's waiting for the right time, or maybe the time hasn't come yet."

Yang Jian paused, took a deep breath and continued, "But what is certain is that if we can't find a breakthrough, when this incident really breaks out, we will have no chance of turning the tables."

"So, could the number 7 left by Ye Feng refer to the time limit? According to folklore, a person's soul returns to life 7 days after death, and ghosts are the most vicious on that night."

"After 7 days, this supernatural incident will completely break out. That's why Professor Wang said that if there is no result within 7 days, we should go to investigate the place where Ye Feng had the accident." Zhang Han said.

"It's not impossible. Wait, Professor Wang seems to have something going on."

Liu Xiaoyu's voice came from the satellite positioning phone.

"Yang Jian, the situation is urgent. Please rush to Dachang City Affiliated Hospital immediately. This is Professor Wang's order."

"Didn't Professor Wang say what it was?" Yang Jian asked with a frown.

"No."

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, but still turned the steering wheel and drove towards Dachang City Affiliated Hospital.

On the road.

"Would it be a wrong decision for us to put all our hopes on Wang Xiaoming? He has made no progress in the past few days. If this continues, we will all die."

Liu Xiaoyu said: "At this time, we can only trust Professor Wang. He will succeed."

"What if it doesn't work? Can I act the way I want?"

Liu Xiaoyu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Did Yang Jian mean that he had a way to deal with this supernatural incident?

"Liu Xiaoyu, your level is too low. Let Zhao Jianguo answer."

"Okay." Liu Xiaoyu responded and handed the call to Zhao Jianguo.

Zhao Jianguo was listening all the time, so he naturally heard what was said just now.

He knew something about Yang Jian, from the ghost knocking on the door at No. 7 Middle School to the ghost messenger at Huanggang Village.

The other party can always find hope in desperate situations and always create miracles.

"The following is only my personal opinion. Can you ensure Professor Wang's safety?"

"I'm not quite sure, but I'm somewhat confident." Yang Jian replied.

"How sure are you?"

"About 40%, and that's if the mysterious ghost rider doesn't interfere. If he interferes, the chances will be lower. Of course, if he can help, the chances will be higher."

Zhao Jianguo pondered for a moment, "If there is no progress after seven days, I will agree to your personal action, and I will bear the consequences. You can do it boldly."

"It's a word."

At this time, Yang Jian had already driven to the gate of Dachang City Affiliated Hospital.

This place is under martial law and completely blocked. No one can enter or leave here except those who are approved.

Yang Jian looked at this situation and felt a little excited.

He opened the car door and got out, his eyes swept over the two armed staff members standing at the hospital entrance, and walked up to a staff member who looked like he was waiting.

"I'm Yang Jian. Where is Professor Wang?"

"Hello, Yang Jian, please come this way." The staff member greeted hurriedly.

Yang Jian followed him and soon arrived at an operating room.

Along the way, he heard many patients screaming in pain, but these were rare in Dachang City today.

The staff member stood at the door of the operating room and shouted, "Professor, Yang Jian is here." The door of the operating room opened.

Wang Xiaoming was seen sitting in front of an operating table, taking notes with a pen while receiving an IV drip.

His white coat was stained with a lot of scarlet blood, and the whole operating room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Yang Jian couldn't help but frown, but still stepped in.

His eyes couldn't help but linger on the infusion bottle hanging high next to Wang Xiaoming's hand, which was a bottle of glucose.

"If you keep working like this, I believe you will die of sudden death soon."

"You should be happy if I die, because you will have one less enemy."

Wang Xiaoming said this, looked up at Yang Jian, and got to the point.

"Some research has reached a bottleneck and I need your help. You and Li Jun both have ghost domains, which is very important to me."

"Is this your attitude when asking for help?" Yang Jian asked.

"I don't really want to ask you for help, but I have no choice, so..."

"Stop." Yang Jian interrupted Wang Xiaoming.

"Let me first tell you about the current progress."

Wang Xiaoming nodded, and then said: "We have figured out the killing patterns and growth patterns of the second-stage ghost babies. As for the third-stage ghost babies, we lack research materials and cannot confirm them. We can only speculate."

"But these are not important. What is important is that I have made new discoveries in the past few days."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, "New discovery?"

"Three days ago, after the meeting, I sent people to investigate the place where Ye Feng and He Chuan had the accident. Unfortunately, nothing was found there."

"Since it was on that day, the news should have been received long ago..."

Yang Jian paused here and he understood Wang Xiaoming's thoughts.

"It's not necessary. Setting a time limit of seven days will give you some direction. You can always have hope and be more motivated to carry out patrol missions instead of giving up. It also means one thing."

Yang Jian took over the conversation, "It means we have lost our last chance to fight back."

Wang Xiaoming nodded and continued, "I personally think that the place where Ye Feng and He Chuan had the accident does not exist in reality. It should be a special place, a world similar to the ghost world. At present, I call that place the Seventh Street."

"That's why I asked you to come here today, to find that place and then get in."

Yang Jian frowned, "This is a complete act of suicide. What will happen even if we go in? Ye Feng died in there, and I don't think I can get out alive."

"We don't necessarily have to go in. We just need to determine the location, and then through further research, determine the source of this supernatural event. This way, we will have one last chance to give it a try."

"What else are you hiding?" Yang Jian asked Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head. “I have concealed some information, but I cannot tell you yet. I need to complete the first step of the research. Only then will it be meaningful. Otherwise, it will just be a waste of time.”

Yang Jian thought for a moment.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Take out a ghost baby now." Wang Xiaoming said, looking at the staff standing aside.

"Bring the patient in and start the surgery."

The staff member nodded and walked out of the operating room.

Soon.

A patient was wheeled in.

It was a man with a bulging belly like a pregnant woman. He was skinny, with a frown and a look of pain on his face.

　This is really the last modification.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)