Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 111 Ghost Hunt
Using the Ghost Domain, Wang Liang quickly returned to Da'an City, intending to first release the vengeful ghost in his possession before coming to Dachang City to do some things.

Zhao Kaiming has been missing for a week and is currently unaccounted for at headquarters.

Su Xinxi even asked him about it some time ago, since Wang Liang had asked her for Zhao Kaiming's address before, and Zhao Kaiming disappeared not long after, so there might be some contact.

However, this was only a highly improbable guess at headquarters. So, after receiving the hint from headquarters, Su Xinxi casually mentioned that Zhao Kaiming's disappearance had occurred and asked him what he thought.

In the end, Wang Liang naturally brushed it off by claiming ignorance.

With Zhao Kaiming gone, the Wishing Ghost no longer in Dachang City, and the Ghost Painting having long since passed through and left Dachang City, there is currently nothing in Dachang City that can threaten him on the surface.

Wang Liang was preparing to do some things he hadn't had time to do before, but first he had to put the vengeful ghost back.

After controlling the ghostly mist, the two ghostly domains merged, greatly increasing their range.

What used to take more than ten minutes one way now takes less than ten minutes round trip. The speed after the Ghost Realm transformed into a rainbow has far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.

Back in the safe house, Wang Liang emptied the body bags and put all the vengeful ghosts back into the box.

Then he took out the fragment of the ghost newspaper that was only used once more and put it on his person, thinking that he would try to locate the newspaper ghost with it later.

Then Wang Liang set up the Ghost Domain and went to Dachang City again.

In Dachang City, at the home where Yang Jian had previously encountered the newspaper ghost, a figure appeared out of thin air, clutching a piece of paper with a scarlet center and a grayish-white outer ring.

Wang Liang appeared at Yang Jian's house, hoping to catch the newspaper ghost.

But after arriving here, there was no special feeling, and the ghost newspaper fragment in his hand did not undergo any unusual changes.

Wang Liang extended the Rift-Mouthed Demon Realm to its deepest level, enveloping the surrounding area without discovering anything.

Adding the Ghost Mist and Ghost Domain further expands the scope.

A light fog appeared on the street and quickly expanded and thickened, soon enveloping two or three nearby streets in a thick, gloomy fog, causing brief chaos for pedestrians and vehicles.

But the thick fog quickly dissipated, and the confused crowd, though puzzled, could not understand what was going on. They could only hurry away from the vicinity and continue with their own business.

At Yang Jian's home, Wang Liang's figure vanished into thin air.

The next second, he appeared in a residential building on the third floor of a building across the street. Through the window of this room, he could observe the building where Yang Jian lived and the situation in Yang's bedroom.

At this moment, a woman with a numb gaze, a sallow and withered face, a thin body, and a slightly hunched back stood in front of the window of this room, as if she had not eaten for several days.

Because he had maintained one posture for a long time, his muscles looked a little stiff and his legs were trembling slightly, but he kept staring quietly in the direction of Yang Jian's house.

She didn't react at all after Wang Liang's figure appeared out of nowhere next to her.

"What are you looking at?" Wang Liang asked.

The woman ignored him, as if she couldn't hear him.

"Yang Jian," Wang Liang uttered.

The next second, the woman in front of him stiffly turned her head, shifting her gaze to Wang Liang, and slowly said in a somewhat hoarse voice:

Where is Yang Jian?

"That damn thing."

Wang Liang's eyes narrowed, and he stuck the torn piece of newspaper in his hand onto the woman's forehead like a talisman for a zombie.

The woman closed her eyes and slumped to the ground. The piece of newspaper stuck to her forehead first clung tightly to her, then fell off.

Wang Liang picked it up. A piece of scalp was pasted on the newspaper fragment. Some crooked and distorted writing had appeared on the gray and white parts around the edges, like the writing of a child who had just learned to write, but it was incomplete.

'The surveillance team is monitoring **'s home. 'The surveillance team mentioned Yang's **.'

"As expected of the newspaper ghost's work."

Wang Liang didn't erase those words; they weren't printed completely anyway, and erasing them would be useless, only making the memory more confused.

He simply added one more line.

'Follow the orders of the first person you see when you open your eyes.'

Even if modifying memories with tattered newspapers is only moderately effective, or even violently contradicts the original, as long as there are a few seconds of effect before the conflict, enough to answer his questions is acceptable.

Wang Liang pressed down the newspaper fragments, and the words that had just been written on the fragments mysteriously disappeared. The scarlet color on the newspaper fragments also completely vanished, turning into a grayish-white piece of waste paper without any supernatural elements.

Wang Liang easily removed the piece of scalp whose memory had been altered, discarded the now completely useless fragment, and, without paying any attention to it, moved a nearby needle and thread to sew the torn scalp back on.

The mending was a terrible mess, leaving the woman's face covered in blood.

But after the scalp was stitched up, the memory modification effect appeared.

The woman suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, before slowly shifting her gaze to Wang Liang.

"If you discover that Yang Jian has returned, or that someone has entered Yang Jian's house, what will you do?" Wang Liang asked.

“Contact, phone, the seventh number.” The woman responded woodenly, her voice weak and her breathing barely audible, like an elderly person on the verge of death. The constant, relentless surveillance had pushed her body to its limits.

The woman's eyes suddenly flickered, and the way she looked at Wang Liang changed.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

"Don't worry."

"Oh"

Wang Liang conjured a cell phone out of thin air, opened the contacts, scrolled to the seventh number, and found it to be a string of numbers with no notes.

Wang Liang wrote down the number and tossed the phone to the woman.

“You just saw someone enter Yang Jian’s house and haven’t left. Call them and do what you should be doing.”

The woman did not refuse; she took the phone and dialed the number.

The address displayed on the dial-up screen was in Z City, which further confirmed Wang Liang's suspicions about the location of the newspaper ghost.

The phone rang for several seconds, but no one answered.

Just as the call was about to automatically disconnect, it was answered on the other end, but no one spoke.

"Discover."

beep~
Before the woman could finish speaking, the phone call abruptly ended.

Wang Liang frowned. Was this a sign that something was amiss? Or did the dialing itself mean the notification had been completed, but the other party simply hung up as soon as they received the message?
Will the newspaper ghost come?
Unable to deduce the situation from the available information, Wang Liang shook his head. He decided to wait here for a while and see how things went. This was one of the purposes of his trip, and he couldn't give up easily.

Wang Liang neither went to Yang Jian's house nor stayed here. Instead, he flashed to the woman's house next door.

There was no one at this house, so he could use this opportunity to monitor both the woman and Yang Jian's family.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman's demonic domain expanded, slightly altering its coverage area to ensure it could simultaneously encompass these locations.

(End of this chapter)