Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 185 The Captain Out of Control

Cao Yanhua reacted quickly and caught him, saying, "Professor Wang! Are you alright? Medical staff!"

The people behind immediately rushed up and took out first aid equipment from their boxes.

Wang Xiaoming was pressed down into a chair, his chest heaving rapidly, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his breathing erratic.

After a few minutes of treatment, he slowly regained his breath.

"What's going on!" Cao Yanhua's face turned ashen, and he immediately lost his temper.

The accompanying personnel lowered their heads and remained silent, creating a tense atmosphere.

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand, "I'm fine, help me up."

A young man who looked to be in his early twenties hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Professor Wang hasn't closed his eyes since the night before last. News of paranormal events keeps coming in from all over the country... Professor Wang has been looking at these materials..."

"This"

Cao Yanhua stood there stunned after hearing this.

His anger subsided; he knew Wang Xiaoming's personality, and these people definitely couldn't persuade him.

His tone softened: "Professor Wang, paranormal incidents are increasing across the country. We must consider the overall picture, rather than wasting our energy on one thing."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head: "No... I know my own body best, and my time is running out. Before I die, I must leave something behind for this world."

After saying that, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and straightened up with difficulty. "Keep moving forward. We can't stop. People are dying every second. While this body can still move, try to leave behind some useful research."

Cao Yanhua helped Wang Xiaoming as they continued walking deeper into the area.

Tong Qian silently watched Wang Xiaoming's back. He was clearly not a ghost tamer, and he would be killed instantly if he encountered a fierce ghost.

But there are always some people who rush to the forefront, risking their lives to secure a possible opportunity in this desperate era.

The air was heavy, and the group followed silently, their steps becoming more determined.

The group arrived at an archive room. The facilities here were very simple, and even the door was a plain wooden door that made a creaking sound when pushed open.

The room wasn't spacious; stacks of files, two or three stories high, filled the walls like a solid wall, squeezing people inside. The air smelled of dust.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the stacks of files, his expression unchanged, and simply said:

"The Captain Project is halfway through. They are the insurance for this era. With these people, humanity will not be completely wiped out. I must make sure these people can survive."

Cao Yanhua nodded. "Although the captains are all eccentric and strange people, at least for now, they have managed to maintain a balance."

Wang Xiaoming walked to the center of the room and pointed to a pile of files on the floor, which were already covered in dust.

“But now one of the captains has gone out of control, and I have to save him. I promised him before that I would help him resolve his unstable state, but because his supernatural characteristics are so bizarre, I often forget that he exists.”

"The captain has lost control?!" Cao Yanhua's expression changed drastically.

"How is that possible! The switchboard room monitors the movements of every team leader 24 hours a day. How could a team leader go out of control without any report!"

At this moment, Cao Yanhua clenched his fists tightly. Although he said that, he trusted Wang Xiaoming even more. Perhaps something really went wrong somewhere.

Wang Xiaoming gently shook his head. "It has nothing to do with the switchboard room. Once this captain loses control, he becomes a non-existent person."

Tong Qian asked in confusion, "Someone who doesn't exist?"

“That’s right.” Wang Xiaoming squatted down, casually pulled out a file and opened it. There were no words inside, only blank pages of white paper.

"A captain who doesn't exist and whose existence is not recorded in the headquarters' records. All records about him disappeared along with his loss of control. The longer and more he loses control, the more likely... perhaps even this diary will eventually be unable to record his existence."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaoming pulled out half of an old diary from his pocket. The diary looked extremely eerie, as if it had been soaked in corpse oil, with a cold, oily sheen on its surface.

"leave here."

Wang Xiaoming looked at everyone and said, "The characteristics of this diary have not yet been fully studied. The security level of this place is very high. If it gets out of control, this place can be sealed off immediately."

Cao Yanhua's face immediately darkened. Although he didn't know what had happened or who the captain Wang Xiaoming was referring to was, he absolutely wouldn't allow himself to just stand by and watch Wang Xiaoming face such a dangerous supernatural object alone.

"Professor Wang! If you encounter any insurmountable difficulties, tell us so we can all work together to find a solution! Don't try to shoulder it all by yourself!"

"Minister Cao."

Wang Xiaoming's expression remained unchanged.

"As I just said, we cannot stop moving forward. Every second of hesitation means the death of someone. Everyone in headquarters has value. Perhaps my purpose is to fight against the vengeful ghosts. There are some things that only I can do."

He paused, then continued, "Someone has to do it. Go back to the ground and pretend nothing happened. I wasn't unprepared for the captain's loss of control this time; I'm confident I can bring him back."

Cao Yanhua wanted to say something more, but Tong Qian spoke up first, "I understand."

She turned to Cao Yanhua and said, "Minister Cao, Professor Wang is right. Everyone has their own responsibilities. We can't help here. Instead of wasting time here, we should go up and assist the person in charge in handling the paranormal event."

Cao Yanhua understood this simple truth, but Wang Xiaoming was too important to the headquarters, and he had always been afraid that Wang Xiaoming would die in one of the research projects.

After a moment, he shook his head helplessly, knowing he couldn't persuade them. So he turned around and ordered, "Arrange for people to stand guard outside. Notify me immediately if anything happens."

After saying that, he left the room with the others.

Tong Qian walked last. Before leaving, she paused for a moment and gave Wang Xiaoming a deep look.

After experiencing a complete death, she changed a lot and matured considerably, no longer as sluggish as before. In paranormal events, a person's growth rate is often very rapid.

Perhaps, those words were the best testament to her growth.

In the room, only Wang Xiaoming remained, standing atop the pile of files.

Cold air blew down from the ceiling, causing countless sheets of paper to flutter and fall to the ground, piling up in a ghastly white mass.

He pulled a phone out of his pocket and dialed the number.

"Shen Lin, it's me."

A calm young man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Wang Xiaoming, not many people dare to answer your call. Tell me, what do you want?"

"There was a captain, but my memory of him is vague. Do you remember him...?"

(End of this chapter)