Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 125 The Amazing Plan

Gao Ming looked at Li Jun again, and Li Jun immediately raised his chin, signaling Gao Ming to go up and shake hands.

Wang Xiaoming's voice rang out at that moment: "Gao Ming, have you been on your annual leave for too long and forgotten that you are still a person in charge?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Gao Ming's head, jolting him awake. Yes, he was a person in charge. Wang Xiaoming's urgent recall of him must have been for dealing with paranormal events.

And right before our eyes... is an extremely bizarre paranormal event.
Calming himself, Gao Ming straightened his disheveled clothes and reached out to grasp the hand of the corpse in front of him.

But something strange happened: the ghost touched something completely different from what he saw in his field of vision.

A soft, warm touch came from his hand, and he could actually feel the body temperature of a living person in that hand! He seemed to be shaking hands with a normal person, but in front of him was clearly a terrifying ghost, which was completely illogical!
But Gao Ming had calmed down by now. He said, "It's unbelievable that the Ghost Tamer has actually returned to being an ordinary person. We should have a good chat when we have the chance. You used to be in charge, so you can't really give me pointers. Let's look out for each other in the future."

"Okay, let's go."

As Wang Xiaoming walked towards the door, he said:
"Li Jun, you stay here and guide Tong Qian with Qin Meirou. Gao Ming, come with me."

He walked out of the office without looking back. Gao Ming immediately followed him, wanting to find out what was going on.

Take the elevator down to the basement level. The foundation of the new headquarters has been completely excavated, with each building leading directly to the underground area. It must be said that China is truly a "madman" when it comes to infrastructure construction. Less than a month after the end of the starving ghost incident, this base was fully completed, and many indicators even far exceeded expectations.

"Professor Wang, what exactly is going on? Why is there a ghost at headquarters?"

Gao Ming was still somewhat shaken. A ghost swaggering in and out of headquarters, even being assigned as a switchboard operator—it was utterly unbelievable. What's more, it had just happened right before his eyes.

"You didn't see wrong." Wang Xiaoming's voice was as calm as ever.

"That was a ghost, but it was also Tong Qian."

The two got off the elevator and went to Wang Xiaoming's office.

"I don't understand what you mean. Are you saying that the ghost was controlled by Tong Qian?"

Wang Xiaoming did not respond directly to him, but instead took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Gao Ming. It was his analysis report on the resurrection of Yang Jian and Zhang Wei.

Gao Ming took the report and read it carefully. His eyes gradually changed from surprise to shock. There really were people in this world who could be resurrected through supernatural means.

Wang Xiaoming said, "Every supernatural event comes at a price. This kind of taboo involving the dead coming back to life is even more unpredictable. The living person must have been resurrected from inside that mirror and then came out."

At this point, Wang Xiaoming paused, seemingly thinking, before continuing:
"Since people can walk out of that mirror, can we reasonably suspect that... ghosts can do the same?"

At this point, he took out another photo, which showed an old wooden door that looked gloomy and eerie.

"This kind of incident is not the first time it has happened. This door is the best proof. A ghost once ran out from behind the door."

Gao Ming had roughly figured out what had happened, and he asked, "According to your theory, is the thing that claims to be Tong Qian the ghost that came out of the mirror? Then where did the real Tong Qian go?"

"I don't know," Wang Xiaoming shook his head.

"Perhaps it's dead, or perhaps Yang Jian hid it, but that doesn't make sense. Yang Jian would never let a ghost run around like that."

He adjusted his glasses, his brow furrowing slightly involuntarily. "Insufficient information, insufficient intelligence; this is the limit of what we can currently deduce. But the ghost's pattern, if I'm not mistaken... is imitation."

"Imitate?" Gao Ming was taken aback.

"Yes."

"It's imitating Tong Qian perfectly, whether it's her memories, behavior, or even subconscious reactions. At least I can't tell, which is why I called you back to confirm my final guess."

"What if that ghost goes out of control?"

Gao Ming dared not continue speaking at this point, as the memory of Zhao Jianguo having his memory altered by the newspaper ghost was still vivid in his mind.

Wang Xiaoming noticed Gao Ming's worry and said:
"There's no need to worry too much for now. Based on our current observations, the ghost's imitation is too perfect. It's so perfect that even it doesn't realize it's a ghost. It believes it is Tong Qian. As long as we don't expose it, it will continue to exist as Tong Qian."

At this point, Wang Xiaoming's eyes revealed a hint of madness, which looked somewhat frightening.

“We can even use this to try something that has never been done before, and it might have a surprising effect. That’s always been the case with the supernatural; you have to take risks to explore its true nature.”

Gao Ming, who was listening from the side, was dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.

Judging from Wang Xiaoming's words, he planned to have the ghost stay at headquarters permanently, observing and recording it as a switchboard operator, and then finding another way to explore the supernatural.

But this plan is simply too absurd. It uses the rules of the ghost itself to deceive it, allowing it to continue living as Tong Qian. You could even say that it is gambling with the entire headquarters against an unknown outcome.

But that's typical of Wang Xiaoming; he always does things this way, putting himself in a do-or-die situation to survive.

However, Gao Ming also knew that there was never 100% safety in paranormal events; danger and reward coexisted, and with proper planning, it was possible to do some incredible things.

"But before that, I need to confirm something with Yang Jian."

Wang Xiaoming took out another official document, signed his name, stamped it, and handed it to Gao Ming.

"Gao Ming, from now on you will stay at headquarters to monitor Tong Qian. You are not allowed to go anywhere. Your vacations for the whole year are canceled, and your salary will be doubled."

"Are you kidding me?!"

"This is an order."

Gao Ming, holding the transfer order, walked out of Wang Xiaoming's office dejectedly, and one could even see a trace of despair in his dark eyes.

This is the resentment of a cow or a horse. He is a well-known person in charge who works nine to five, has weekends off, and holidays off. In his view, work is work and life is life, and he would never give up his life for work.

But now Wang Xiaoming wants him to monitor a person all year round, no, to monitor a ghost, which is no different from killing him.

He sighed weakly, "If I had known, I would have preferred to have died in Dajing City."

(End of this chapter)