Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 129 The Museum of Souls (Part Two)
Zhou Deng frowned, feeling very agitated. He had been standing there all morning but hadn't noticed anything unusual.

Logically speaking, Zhou Liansheng wouldn't have left without any contingency plans before his death; he came here to prevent any potential accidents.

But now, let alone anything unusual, there isn't even a single person cutting in line in the dense crowd.

At that moment, his intuition kept warning him that something was inside the museum, or perhaps even right in front of him.

But for some reason, I just couldn't find it. It felt like something was right in front of me, but some strange, supernatural force was forcibly interfering with it, making me subconsciously ignore its existence.

This feeling made Zhou Deng extremely irritable, and his fingernails unconsciously dug into the railing, making a crackling sound.

"I feel like something's not right, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Damn it, what's wrong with me... Wen Zhong, can you use your Ghost Domain to probe this?"

Wen Zhong stood to the side, his face also solemn. He had the same feeling, but he slowly shook his head and said:
"No... My ghost domain is quite special. Once ordinary people get involved with it, they will be attacked. I can't control it."

Just then, the satellite phone in his arms suddenly rang, and Zhou Deng answered the call.

"Tong Qian, is something the matter?"

"Yang Jian is here? What's he doing here?"

"Okay, I'll go to the airport to pick him up right away."

After a few short words, Zhou Deng hung up the phone and turned to look at Wen Zhong.

"Ghost Eye Yang Jian has arrived, saying he's here to investigate a paranormal event at this museum."

Wen Zhong's gaze sharpened slightly: "He's here to investigate?"

“That’s right…” Zhou Deng turned and walked toward the exit. “Yang Jian wouldn’t investigate a paranormal event for no reason. He must have made some discovery to come all the way from Dachang City to here.”

"However, his appearance may not be a bad thing for us. With a captain-level figure joining us, our operations will only be easier. I plan to fully cooperate with him."

Wen Zhong, walking beside him, chimed in, "You're right. Yang Jian has no vested interests with us, and may not even know us. If we can make contact with him this time, he might just lend us a hand when the evil spirits revive in the future, which would be equivalent to saving our lives."

The two walked towards the exit while talking. The person in charge's car was parked at the entrance, less than 100 meters away from them.

Suddenly, a woman wearing a bronze mask walked over and casually joined the two of them. Her appearance was so natural, as if she had always been with them, that there was nothing abrupt about it.

Zhou Deng subconsciously looked around, and his unease surged up again.

The three walked side by side on the road leading to the exit. The headquarters' car was still dozens of meters away from them, right at the entrance of the museum.

"Yang Jianhui will come to Dayang City in person."

As Zhou Deng walked, he lowered his voice and said, "This means that in his judgment, it is at least an A-level paranormal event. Someone should stay here to prevent any accidents from happening."

"Ah."

Wen Zhong nodded, glancing at the woman wearing the bronze mask out of the corner of his eye without any surprise, and continued to say to Zhou Deng, "I'll go get him. You two stay here, so you can look out for each other if anything happens."

"No need." A cool female voice came from behind the bronze mask.

“I can go by myself. Zhou Deng, you and Wen Zhong stay here. It’s the most basic respect for a team leader or the person in charge of a city to go and greet them, and it also shows our goodwill.”

Zhou Deng's gaze was fixed on the bronze mask in front of him.

The artifact, a hallmark of Sanxingdui, gleamed with gold beneath its mottled, rusty verdigris, as if a thin layer of gold were inlaid in the center. Beneath that, at the seam between the mask and the skin, a patch of yellowish human skin was faintly visible. However, Zhou Deng didn't show much surprise. He looked at the woman and said:

"Then let's do as you say. There's no time to lose. Yang Jian is almost here. Wen Zhong and I will stay here and keep watch. Yang Jian is a capable person who doesn't like beating around the bush. Go pick up Yang Jian and come back immediately."

"Okay." The woman wearing the bronze mask nodded, turned around and walked towards the car. Just as she was about to open the car door...

Wen Zhong suddenly asked, "Wait a minute, what's your name again?"

The woman froze, stiffly turning her head: "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Wen Zhong did not answer, but a faint red light emanated from his gray-white pupils on his forehead at that moment.

The red light was eerie. It looked like it was about to collapse at any moment, yet it managed to cover everything around it, even the shadowy areas were shrouded in a faint crimson glow.

"Wen Zhong, what's wrong?" Zhou Deng turned to look at Wen Zhong, his face full of confusion.

They were having a good talk, so why did they suddenly want to fight?

Wen Zhong stared coldly at the woman in front of him and said, "Observe, gaze."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Deng immediately turned to look at the woman. The vengeful spirit that Wen Zhong was controlling was related to eyes, so perhaps it could discover some things that he couldn't see.

Under the winter sun, the area outside the museum was still bustling with people. A headquarters-provided car was parked on the side of the road, with a woman wearing a bronze mask standing beside it. Occasionally, pedestrians would hurry by, and the scene was peaceful and harmonious, with no apparent problems.

However, in the field of vision of Wen Zhong's forehead pupils, the outline of the woman in front of him was blurry, like some kind of unfocusable shadow, but there was nothing unusual about her when viewed with the naked eye.

Looking at Zhou Deng, whose face was still full of confusion, Wen Zhong said, "Professor Wang's guidebook records that when faced with paranormal events, you can't even believe it yourself. You should reasonably suspect everything around you that is abnormal, even if the abnormality itself seems normal."

Wen Zhong stared intently at the woman and continued:
“Zhou Deng, I suspect the three of us were attacked, and she was probably the first to be hit. I don’t remember her name.”

Beneath the bronze mask, a flicker of panic crossed her usually cold face. She said, "Zhou Deng, Wen Zhong. Yang Jian is almost here; I need to go pick him up first."

"There's no rush."

Zhou Deng waved his hand, stopping her.

"Yang Jian is not a petty person. Even if we don't go, he won't say anything."

Stepping forward, Zhou Deng asked, "What's your name?"

The woman was silent for a few seconds before saying, "It's not that I don't want to say, but that I can't."

"It's not that you don't want to talk about it, but that you can't? What do you mean?"

“If I say it, I will die, and this place will spiral out of control.”

"This place?" Zhou Deng turned his head and pointed to the museum.

You mean the Sanxingdui Museum?

“That’s right.” The woman nodded.

(End of this chapter)