Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 131 The Museum of Souls (-2)

Although the area surrounding Dayang City is not a high-incidence area for paranormal events, there are occasional reports of ghosts wandering around or minor incidents occurring.

However, in Dayang City alone, since Zhou Lian took office, the records of paranormal events have plummeted. The files in recent months are unbelievably clean, almost reaching the level of zero events, to the point that now not even a single ghost can be found in the entire Dayang City.

This is a very terrifying thing.

Even in Dachang City, which was under Yang Jian's jurisdiction, most of the evil spirits were barely cleared away after a near-brutal cleansing with the help of starving ghosts and knocking ghosts, but it was still impossible to prevent new supernatural events from emerging.

Even in a city as powerful as Beijing, where the headquarters is located, with the highest security level in the country, absolute security is not guaranteed.

"Zhou Lian. If he really has the ability to do that..."

Yang Jian's mind raced. "Why didn't headquarters designate him as the captain? I barely managed to contain an entire city's vengeful spirits with near-perfect skill, even with the help of an S-class incident that resulted in countless deaths. What did he rely on..."

Just as Yang Jian was pondering, the driver began his old-fashioned talk, interrupting his thoughts.

"Young men, are you planning to visit the Sanxingdui Museum?"

“No,” Zhao Lei immediately chimed in, saying in a serious tone, “We’re going to the museum to take a dump.”

"Huh?" The driver looked surprised.

Zhang Han shoved Zhao Lei's head down. This kid spoke just like Zhang Wei, making people want to punch him.

"Master, please don't mind, my friend here has a problem." He pointed to Zhao Lei's head.

"We're going to visit. I heard the museum's been quite popular lately; I hope nothing strange has happened there?"

"Something strange?"

"Yes, for example, things like mysterious disappearances or exhibits going missing."

"No." The driver shook his head.

“We are a legitimate museum, and the security guards inside are all veterans. Which petty thief would dare to go in and cause trouble?”

The car quickly arrived near its destination and stopped at the entrance of a pedestrian street.

"The area inside is a pedestrian zone; cars can't drive in. You can walk in from here and it's a few minutes to the museum."

Zhang Han handed over a hundred-yuan bill: "Thanks, sir, keep the change."

The driver immediately beamed with joy, thanked them repeatedly, and even got out of the car to warmly see them off.

Although Zhao Lei seemed to be doing nothing productive, he had been deep in thought about the contents of the satellite phone. He suddenly spoke up:
"Brother Leg, if Dayang City is so safe, then the person in charge must be really awesome, right? Our operation should go much more smoothly this time."

Yang Jian said, "Zhao Lei, you're too naive. Maintaining order in a city and fundamentally curbing paranormal events are two completely different concepts. I used shortcuts, even extreme methods, and paid a huge price to temporarily stabilize Dachang City, but I still can't completely eliminate paranormal events."

“And this city…” Yang Jian looked at the pedestrian street, a popular tourist attraction, where even on weekdays, a small number of tourists still come to visit.

"The entire report shows that there were not only no major incidents, but also almost no ordinary Class B or even Class C incidents. This means that someone has been continuously and efficiently exorcising vengeful spirits, and doing so with zero casualties."

"This is a terrifying fact; this person's existence may be far beyond our imagination. At least for now, I cannot do that."

Zhao Lei nodded thoughtfully, his reaction quick and he swiftly understood Yang Jian's meaning.

"Brother Leg, are you saying that this level of Ghost Tamer's state might be far beyond what is normal and beyond what headquarters can control? They might refuse our investigation of the museum in order to maintain stability."

Yang Jian nodded, agreeing with Zhao Lei's analysis.

“Your analysis of paranormal events is very accurate, but there should be someone else handling the paranormal events in this city. I just looked at Zhou Lian’s file, and he is not qualified.”

As noon approached, the number of people on the pedestrian street gradually increased, and there was still some distance to the museum.

The three of them passed by a street-side advertising stall. Next to it stood a huge floor-standing display board that read:

[Sanxingdui Themed Special Exhibition – The Mysterious Ancient Shu Civilization] [Grand Opening in Seven Days – Sanxingdui Museum Main Hall]

The bronze mask pattern on the display board reflected a cold luster in the sunlight, and its protruding eyes seemed to be indifferently watching the passers-by, including Yang Jian and his two companions.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes involuntarily trembled at that moment, and he stopped in his tracks, his ghost eyes staring intently at the advertising sign.

"It's not a problem with the sign."

Throughout the crimson field of vision, the billboard appeared completely normal; it was just an ordinary sign.

"illusion?"

Yang Jian then looked at the people at the promotional booth.

A group of men and women, dressed in strange costumes, were probably cosplayers hired by the organizers.

One of the women wore an ancient bronze mask and was extremely thin, looking like a corpse that had starved to death.

In the Ghost Eye's vision, the woman's figure was blurry, like some kind of unfocused black shadow. But strangely, Yang Jian clearly saw her, yet he was not surprised, subconsciously thinking that this was how the woman was supposed to be.

“Something’s wrong”

Six ghostly eyes suddenly opened and slowly overlapped. Yang Jian planned to open the sixth layer of the ghostly domain. He was always extremely cautious when facing supernatural events, and even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

The red color spread out like splashed ink.

Zhang Han and Zhao Lei were shocked: "Captain, what happened?!"

"Stay put, I hope it's just my misjudgment."

The entire pedestrian street was shrouded in a terrifying red light of ghostly energy, and everything was forcibly brought to a standstill. Crimson eyes on the foreheads stared intently at everyone in front of them.

Standing before the woman wearing the bronze mask, the ghost's eyes darted around, as if trying to see right through her.

After a long while, Yang Jian turned around and walked back. The dense red ghost domain receded like a tide, and the whole world returned to normal.

"Is it just an illusion...?"

Yang Jian stopped observing and gestured for the two to follow, continuing towards the museum.

At this moment, a figure stepped in front of the three of them; it was the thin woman wearing a bronze mask.

Her voice came through the mask, sounding very cold: "The three of you, I noticed you've been paying attention to us. Are you interested in the themed exhibition? You can register for free now."

Zhang Han glanced at the bronze mask, a strange feeling rising within him. He was about to refuse when Yang Jian spoke first:

"Sure. But we'd like to find a guide who is familiar with the museum. If you can agree, I can pay you extra."

In the crimson vision, there was a blurry figure wearing an old bronze mask.

The woman nodded stiffly, but Yang Jian didn't see anything wrong with it.

"Sure, I'll take you in now."

Yang Jian continued walking ahead, and the woman quickly followed.

Zhao Lei seemed to be a natural social butterfly, and he quickly went up to ask, "Beautiful lady, what's your name? Aren't you bored wearing a mask?"

The woman tilted her head, as if calculating something, and muttered to herself, "The time should be about right, it doesn't matter if I tell you now."

The mask tilted slightly, and looking at Yang Jian's ghostly eyes, she said, "My name is Tian Xiaoyue, nice to meet you."

(End of this chapter)