Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 178 Plan
After a long while, Wen Zhong finally spoke.

"Professor Wang, is there any hope for me? I'm still young and want to contribute more to society."

Wang Xiaoming stared at the screen, his hands still typing on the keyboard.

"As I just said, headquarters attaches great importance to every person in charge. We will not give up on anyone easily, but before that, you need to explain what exactly is inside you."

Wen Zhong remained silent for a moment before finally speaking. He now completely believed Wang Xiaoming's words.

"There's a radio inside my stomach, and it seems to have a sense of self..."

Wen Zhong recounted information about the radio, and as time passed, Wang Xiaoming diligently typed on the keyboard to take notes.

"That's roughly the situation. Professor Wang, if there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

"almost."

Wang Xiaoming stood up and turned the monitor to face Wen Zhong.

"I was inspired by Yang Jian before. By making reasonable use of multiple supernatural items, we might be able to do some unexpected things. Now I have an idea."

Wen Zhong stepped forward and looked at Wang Xiaoming's notes on the screen. It seemed to be a rough draft with a few pictures attached.

"But I can't guarantee 100% success. Even if I do succeed, I'm not sure if you'll be the one who survives in the end."

"Professor Wang, what you're saying is terrifying."

With these questions in mind, Wen Zhong began to read it carefully.

"A ghost phone? Connecting the phone line to a radio to talk to the ghosts inside..."

"Simultaneously triggering the murder pattern of ghost calls."

"Light the ghost candles to lure both ghosts over."

"Then use the ghost camera to photograph the ghost inside the radio..."

Wen Zhong looked at the pictures again; they showed an old-fashioned hand-cranked telephone with a long, thin cord trailing from its end.

A white candle.

A camera with a broken lens.

Each photo is accompanied by a detailed description of the supernatural properties and murder patterns of these items.

"This..." Wen Zhong was speechless for a moment. Any one of these items alone could be fatal to him, but Wang Xiaoming's plan was to trigger all the killing patterns at the same time.

"Did I write it clearly enough?"

"Cut open your stomach, connect the ghost phone to the radio, and then talk to it. This will trigger the killing pattern of the ghost call and counteract it. At the same time, light a ghost candle next to you so that two ghosts attack you, but at this moment they will restrain each other, and you will be safe. You just need to lure out the ghost, and regardless of whether it has a physical form, the ghost camera can take a picture."

Wang Xiaoming thought Wen Zhong hadn't understood, so he patiently explained it to him.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

"No... wait a moment, Professor Wang."

Wen Zhong quickly shook his head, feeling a little dazed.

"I understand the method, but is it really necessary to use so many supernatural items? Isn't this practically suicide?!"

"That's the price."

Wang Xiaoming adjusted his glasses.

“There is never 100% certainty in paranormal events. No one can avoid such dangers. If you want to survive, you must pay the corresponding price.”

Wen Zhong frowned, still feeling uncertain. "What if that ghost comes along the phone line and kills me? I've heard that ghost calls are terrifying, and this hand-cranked phone kills someone for every sentence spoken. Even with the white ghost candle, I don't know how many sentences I'd have to say to lure the ghost out."

His fears weren't unfounded. The white ghost candle could attract vengeful spirits, and he would be simultaneously attacked by a radio, a ghostly phone call, and a hand-cranked telephone. He estimated that the slightest mistake would result in instant death.

"This is already the best-case scenario. If a temporary balance can be achieved between the ghost in the radio and the ghost calling, you only need to lure out the ghost."

"Then who will bear the consequences of that phone call? A single sentence could kill someone... And in the final moments, who will control the ghost camera..."

As Wen Zhong spoke, he lowered his head.

"Too many people have sacrificed their lives..."

He didn't want to sacrifice ordinary people who had nothing to do with the matter just so he could live.

“I will arrange for people to come over; the number will at least guarantee that you can complete this plan.”

Wen Zhong's expression froze for a moment, then he asked sharply, "Are you saying you're sending people here to die? And you don't even know how many will die?!"

“That’s right.” Wang Xiaoming’s expression remained calm.

He continued, "Every Ghost Master at headquarters is an extremely important strategic resource. I will not easily give up any of the leaders. Compared to that, the cost of using people is much lower."

Wen Zhong's eyes flashed with anger. "Professor Wang, I cannot accept living in this way, forcing others to die just for my sake. I'm sorry, I will look for other solutions."

After saying that, Wen Zhong planned to have Wang Xiaoming hand over the bronze leaf so he could go find the bus himself and perhaps get a clue from Yang Jian.

Wang Xiaoming stepped forward, his voice neither hurried nor slow.

"Wen Zhong, you're wrong."

"Headquarters has never forcibly retained anyone. Why do you think an ordinary person would dare to stay, knowing that they might die every day?"

Walk to the wall behind you, press a button, and the entire wall slowly rises up, revealing countless busy staff members behind a huge one-way glass window.

Wang Xiaoming pointed at them and said:
"Everyone here carries a heavy past. Some people's parents died in supernatural events, some people's lovers were killed by ghosts, and some people witnessed their friends turn into grotesque monsters."

Turning around, Wang Xiaoming calmly stared into Wen Zhong's eyes.

"Those who are still here may be afraid of the vengeful ghosts, but they will never back down. They already know their fate, but even in death, no one will say a word against it."

Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment, staring at the scene before him, his heart filled with unease. He had always been preoccupied with his own survival and rarely considered the plight of ordinary people facing the supernatural.

He now realizes that humans are incredibly resilient creatures.

Millions of years ago, an emotion called courage has been etched into the human gene pool.

"That's human nature, isn't it strange? Despite being completely powerless against vengeful ghosts, they still rush forward one after another, willing to be shattered to pieces."

Wang Xiaoming sat back down.
"So, it's not that I want them to die, but that they choose to rebel against this desperate era in this way."

The room fell into a brief silence.

Wen Zhong misunderstood Wang Xiaoming, but Wang Xiaoming's way of speaking was too straightforward, always making people feel cold and ruthless.

"I was too presumptuous..."

Even though Wen Zhong's emotions had gradually faded as the vengeful ghosts had corrupted him, a ripple still stirred in his heart as he looked at the crowd before him.

In this place, the people will not have a good ending. It can be said that 90% of them will die a violent death, just like in the out-of-control incident.

They had no power to resist, yet they still chose to stand here.

“Professor Wang.” Wen Zhong walked up to the glass wall, his tone softening.

“I still want to find other solutions. These people should have lived a happy life. The existence of the vengeful ghost has disrupted the peace of this world. I can’t let the tragedy continue to befall them.”

(End of this chapter)