Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 126 Dialogue
Dachang City.

As the sun set and darkness fell, Yang Jian was still playing games with Zhang Wei and Zhao Lei.

The room was filled with instant noodles they had been eating. The three of them had been playing games all day without stopping to eat, so they just made a few bowls of instant noodles to tide them over.

Zhao Lei's screen went black; he had been killed again: "Zhang Wei! Da Crippled! Da Crippled! The tree on the left!"

"This place is full of fucking trees!"

Zhang Wei frantically turned his camera to stay still, then a burst of bullets came flying at him, and he was ambushed and killed.

"Holy crap! You sneaky bastard! You actually hid in the grass and ambushed me!"

Zhao Lei slumped in his chair and said resentfully, "You promised to take me to win PUBG. Our best result all day was only third place."

"Oops, oops. Next time I'll snipe, I guarantee I'll get the chicken dinner."

Yang Jian sat silently to the side, watching the battle the whole time. He was killed less than five minutes after landing each time.

Just then, the satellite phone in my arms vibrated.

When I answered the phone, Liu Xiaoyu's voice came from the other end.

"I've sent you the information about the museum in Dayang City. Also, Professor Wang wants to see you. Are you free now?"

"Transfer the call."

It seems Wang Xiaoming has already done some research on Tong Qian, otherwise he wouldn't have called her.

Yang Jian got up and walked out of the room, while Zhang Wei and Zhao Lei were still arguing about where to parachute.

The sky was dimly lit, the sun had not yet completely set, and a sliver of light shone on the horizon.

Yang Jian asked directly, "What do you want with me?"

Wang Xiaoming's signature voice came from the other end of the phone: "Tong Qian is in trouble."

"What does it have to do with me if there's a problem? She's a switchboard operator at headquarters now; I'm not responsible for after-sales service."

"It's about your method of resurrecting the living. Perhaps it contains risks that you haven't realized yet. I can provide you with information about Tong Qian's anomalies, but you have to promise me to handle a paranormal event."

After listening, Yang Jian remained silent for a few seconds. Wang Xiaoming couldn't have said such a thing for no reason. He must have discovered something unusual to be so certain that Yang Jian had overlooked something about Tong Qian's resurrection.

Yang Jian said, "I can agree to your request, but I will still refuse if it is too dangerous."

On the other end of the phone, seeing that Yang Jian agreed, Wang Xiaoming cut straight to the point: "Tong Qian is a ghost."

"Impossible," Yang Jian said coldly.
“I was right next to her when she was resurrected. If there had been anything unusual, I would have noticed it immediately.”

Wang Xiaoming's voice remained calm: "Yang Jian, nothing is impossible. Anything can happen in supernatural events. Tong Qian is a ghost. You should have realized this when you resurrected her from the mirror."

Yang Jian emphasized, "I know that mirror better than you do. It can definitely revive living people. Although the price is high, it is not entirely unacceptable."

"You mean Zhang Wei, right?" Wang Xiaoming said, getting straight to the point.

"Are you spying on me?"

Yang Jian's tone carried a hint of anger.

“No, it’s not surveillance, it’s observation. Each captain has at least two satellites above their head, monitoring your status 24/7.” Wang Xiaoming continued, “If Gao Ming hadn’t seen you at headquarters, I would now even suspect that you are a ghost that walked out of a mirror.”

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. Wang Xiaoming's speculations were always based on sufficient information and intelligence, but he absolutely did not believe that his judgment was wrong. When he pulled Tong Qian out of the Ghost Mirror, the panic and the real body temperature were definitely not faked.

"Where's the evidence? I can't believe you based on just one sentence."

Yang Jian even suspected that Wang Xiaoming was trying to trick him into revealing information. Given Wang Xiaoming's personality, if he wanted to investigate the means of resurrection, he would definitely stop at nothing.

Wang Xiaoming said on the other end of the phone, "Gao Ming's control over vengeful spirits is very suitable for observation. He can see the color and shape of vengeful spirits. Tong Qian is a vengeful spirit in his eyes. Of course, I can't transfer his supernatural abilities to you. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. I believe you have a way to verify the authenticity of this Tong Qian."

Yang Jian did not respond, but looked into the room behind him. Zhang Wei was there. He was the first person to be resurrected from the mirror. If what Wang Xiaoming said was true, the situation was probably worse than imagined.

A long silence fell over both ends of the phone call. Finally, Wang Xiaoming broke the silence by speaking first.

"The information about Tong Qian has been sent to your satellite phone. She is not in any immediate danger. I will continue to monitor her behavior. Goodbye."

After saying that, Wang Xiaoming hung up the phone immediately. He knew Yang Jian was a smart man, and after seeing his assessment of Tong Qian, he would definitely make the right choice, whether it was to confine Zhang Wei to one place for observation like him, or to kill him.
Yang Jian put down the phone and carefully read Wang Xiaoming's analysis of Tong Qian's current state on the screen.

After a long while, Yang Jian raised his head and looked at the sky, which had become completely dark. The distant clouds were dark and heavy, as if a terrifying storm was brewing.

Yang Jian chose to believe Wang Xiaoming's report. In some ways, the two men were very similar in personality, never showing any mercy when it came to the supernatural, and never beating around the bush.

"Imitation?"

He turned around, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Zhang Wei and Zhao Lei were still engrossed in the game, while Yang Jian quietly observed Zhang Wei.

Whether it's appearance, movements, tone of voice, or even subconscious behavior, everything is exactly the same as the Ah Wei he remembered.

"Ah Wei..." Yang Jian interrupted their conversation.

Zhang Wei, still acting carefree, said, "Hey Leg Bro, log in already! We're almost done. We'll definitely get a chicken dinner next round."

Yang Jian walked up and turned off the computer, saying, "Zhao Lei and I have some things to take care of. You can play for now, we'll come find you later."

"Oh, then you guys go quickly, I just need to take a dump."

As he spoke, Zhang Wei, with a roll of toilet paper in his mouth and a bowl of freshly made instant noodles in his hand, walked into the toilet. Clearly, he wanted to save time and planned to eat and defecate at the same time.

Zhao Lei immediately made a disgusted face: "Awei, don't you find the smell strong?"

"What's the big deal?" Zhang Wei said matter-of-factly.

"A true warrior never complains about his or her circumstances. Would I tell you that I once ate instant noodles while taking a shower?"

"Forget it, I can't be bothered with you, we're leaving now."

Zhao Lei took off his headphones and walked out of the room with Yang Jian.

The winter evening was a bit chilly. The occupancy rate of Guanjiang Community was not high, and the community was deserted at this time. Yang Jian led Zhao Lei towards his residence.

"Hey Leg Bro, what's up? Is there some new paranormal event?"

"Awei's in trouble. He's someone who's already died once."

(End of this chapter)