Mysterious Revival

The captain’s meeting was still ongoing.

But at this moment, the city was enveloped in a downpour. The rain was so intense that visibility was blurred, and the streets were deserted. No one dared to brave the rain.

The heavy rain washed away the filth of the world, but it couldn’t cleanse the supernatural occurrences.

On a street, several blurred figures walked towards the city through the rain. They wore no raincoats and held no umbrellas, walking just like that through the rain curtain.

The rain seemed to avoid them, with no interaction between them and the downpour.

No matter how heavy the rain, these peoples’ clothes remained dry.

This eerie scene unfolded on the street, witnessed by someone who was shocked and tried to capture it on their phone, only to find the camera view pitch black, unable to record a thing.

But these ghostly figures came and went quickly.

In the blink of an eye, they vanished from the street, and when they reappeared, they had already crossed the road and left through another intersection.

Beyond that intersection was a street that had long been blocked off.

In the middle of that sealed area stood a building.

That was Ping’an Tower.

Those figures in the rain walked straight towards this restricted building.

No one stopped them during this.

Because at the moment, the captain’s meeting was ongoing, and many ghost handlers were gathered at headquarters. Despite Ping’an Tower’s proximity, no one paid attention to what was happening there, for no one would suspect that at this critical moment, a group would intrude on Ping’an Tower.

It should be known that there wasn’t anything valuable in Ping’an Tower. On the contrary, it was filled with darkness and horror. Whoever ventured in recklessly would only meet death.

But these people arriving through the rain clearly did not fear death, nor were they after any valuables inside Ping’an Tower.

The goal of these people was singular.

The eerie painting that once buried a city, referred to in the paranormal files as… the ghost painting.

The rain continued to fall.

Yet the figures in the rain had already disappeared inside Ping’an Tower.

Meanwhile.

At the headquarters’ meeting table.

Bathed in sunlight, the captain’s meeting continued.

However, the meeting was nearing its end since several important matters had been discussed. Especially Cao Yanhua’s mention of the Noah’s Ark plan, which had astonished everyone.

“I believe Zhang Jun will be fine abroad. He is very cautious and prudent, and he has the ability to protect himself. We don’t need to worry excessively about this matter,” Cao Yanhua said at the meeting table.

“You should all be clear about the general content of the Noah’s Ark plan by now. Although this matter may never actually occur, we must prepare for any eventuality. If that day truly comes, I hope you can put aside past grievances and stand united.”

“That’s natural; no one wants to see supernatural incidents spiral completely out of control.”

“If that day truly comes, I will intervene to stop it.”

“Don’t worry, Deputy Minister. Personal grievances mean nothing in the face of larger matters.”

These captains nodded in agreement, indicating they would certainly contribute if necessary.

After all, if supernatural incidents spun completely out of control, they would suffer as well. No one wants to live in a world where supernatural events are unchecked, as everyone has relatives, friends, and family.

“Thank you,” Cao Yanhua sincerely expressed his gratitude.

Yang Jian said, “As long as we’re alive, the thing you worry about will never happen. But you can continue having people investigate. If something does arise, I will summon all the captains to handle it.”

Cao Yanhua nodded.

He would certainly continue assigning people to monitor the situation. The situation had only just stabilized, and if those foreign madmen truly carried out the Noah’s Ark plan, all efforts in recent years would be for naught.

“Let’s discuss the fifth matter on your list. This meeting shouldn’t last too long, as gathering all the captains together isn’t necessarily a good thing. It would be better if this meeting concluded sooner,” Yang Jian suggested.

“I agree; without the captains, many places are vulnerable to incidents,” Wang Chaling nodded promptly, eager to return to Dadong City soon.

Now that Ye Zhen had been dismissed, he could begin his plans.

Cao Yanhua immediately responded, “Indeed, this meeting shouldn’t last too long. Let’s discuss the fifth matter…”

“Wait a moment.” But just as he began to speak, he was interrupted.

Li Jun seriously said, “Before that, I want to publicly ask Yang Jian a personal question.”

Cao Yanhua paused, understanding what Li Jun intended to do.

He considered stopping him but ultimately decided against it.

“What is it?” Yang Jian asked calmly, looking at him.

“Regarding Wang Xiaoming and Professor Wang’s death, I want to know why you killed Professor Wang at that time,” Li Jun asked seriously.

Beside him, Wei Jing numbly added, “I also want to know your reason for killing Professor Wang.”

Others turned their attention to Yang Jian.

Some captains were unaware of this matter, as Wang Xiaoming had died in the morning, and the meeting began at 1:30 PM. Some captains hadn’t even arrived at headquarters when it happened, still on the way, like Lin Bei and Zhou Deng, who knew nothing about the incident.

“Wang Xiaoming was killed by Yang Jian?” Lin Bei was slightly shocked.

Although he didn’t know Wang Xiaoming well, domestically, everyone in the supernatural circle knew Professor Wang at headquarters for his research on the supernatural and solving the Ghost Resurrection problem. He held a very high status.

Yang Jian was unsurprised. He looked at Li Jun and then said, “He shot at me and was killed by me. It’s that simple. Anyone, including Wang Xiaoming, attacking a captain is wrong. How was I wrong to eliminate him?”

“Professor Wang was ill at the time; you could have ignored him. Why was it necessary to kill him?”

Li Jun seriously persisted, “I’m fully aware of your abilities; Professor Wang couldn’t possibly harm you. I want to know the real reason you killed him.”

“The real reason?”

Yang Jian’s mouth curled into a cold smile, “It’s not impossible to explain, but will the real reason satisfy you?”

Li Jun said, “Regarding Professor Wang’s death, I hope there’s no hidden conspiracy involved. Whatever the truth, I’ll accept it.”

“The truth is simple: he wished to die by my hand. That’s all,” Yang Jian replied.

“Is that all?” Wei Jing’s darkened face looked towards Yang Jian and asked again.

Yang Jian said, “That’s all. In his health condition, he wouldn’t last for many more days. You all know this, so Wang Xiaoming sought someone to end his life. Otherwise, why would he shoot at me? If you’re unsatisfied with this answer, I won’t provide a second one.”

“So it is,” Li Jun fell silent.

He, Wei Jing, and Cao Yang had all investigated and reached the same conclusion as Yang Jian’s answer.

Professor Wang sought death, ending everything with his death to open a new situation.

No conspiracy lurked within, and no grudges existed.

“I understand. Then Professor Wang’s death ends here,” Li Jun said, lighting another cigarette and taking a deep drag.

He didn’t actually blame Yang Jian for his decisive action. He just had difficulty accepting Professor Wang’s passing, so he sought the truth as a form of solace.

“When the outcome is already known, why ask?” Cao Yang shook his head, feeling Li Jun was somewhat unwise.

But it’s precisely this straightforward character that defines Li Jun.

“Alright, let’s continue the meeting.” Cao Yanhua looked around, ending the topic, unwilling to discuss Professor Wang’s death further.

This matter had concluded, and continuing the discussion might provoke discord.

“The fifth concern relates to…”

But just as he began to speak, suddenly.

Leuk San abruptly stood before the meeting table, his expression grave, looking towards a direction in the city.

In quick succession.

Not just Leuk San, but He Yiner, Li Leping, and Lin Bei all changed their expressions, looking in the same direction.

“What’s happening? Did something occur?” Zhou Deng looked around, somewhat bewildered.

Wang Chaling frowned, also unsure.

He wasn’t a ghost handler and didn’t have strong supernatural perceptions.

“Ping’an Tower… has collapsed,” Yang Jian said, his ghost eye restlessly shifting, peering into the distance.

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