Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 147 Conspiracy
Before the two could discuss the potential conflict, Zhao Jianguo quickly stepped in to interrupt:

"Alright, alright, we should go now. Wang Liang, you take that black car; it will take you directly to headquarters."

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

After Zhao Jianguo said that, Wang Liang waved his hand, ignored Chen Yi's somewhat unpleasant expression, and walked directly to the black car, opening the door.

Besides the driver, who had a serious expression and kept his eyes fixed ahead, without saying a word or turning around, there was a young woman sitting on the far left of the back seat in the black car.

She has a youthful and delicate face, but her attire is somewhat mature for the workplace.

The elegant white blouse of the lady was appropriately puffed out, and a pair of soft, long legs were placed diagonally together under the black pencil skirt. Her figure, with its prominent breasts and buttocks, combined youthful and mature qualities, making her stand out.

The unfamiliar woman was sitting in the car, smiling as she looked at Wang Liang who had opened the car door.

Their eyes met, and the woman smiled and said:

"We've finally met, Wang and Liang."

Wang Liang politely glanced at her from head to toe, then looked away, got into the car, and calmly began to speak:

"Su Xinxi or Du Sirou?"

He could already guess who it was from their voices. Even though there was a slight difference between the phone call and the real voice, both voices were still very distinctive and easy to distinguish.

However, there's still the possibility that someone is a voice actor and is being silly here.

"I'm Su Xinxi. Xiao Rou's voice sounds very different from mine, doesn't it? Xiao Rou is probably still catching up on sleep right now. She has to work the night shift, so I'm here to pick you up."

Su Xinxi spoke in a light and familiar tone, after all, although they had never met in person, they had communicated quite a bit on the phone.

She stared curiously at Wang Liang's profile, the information about him in her mind and the style of their past conversations gradually becoming reality.

"Alright, let's drive, I'm in a hurry."

As he spoke, Wang Liang tapped the side of the car, making a thumping sound.

“Golden mezzanine, I don’t mind this kind of thing, but from now on, as my operator, you have to tell me everything, so that I don’t have any possibility of misunderstanding.”

“Oh, that’s what I was going to say, but I’m answering your question first. But don’t worry, any official Ghost Tamer who comes to Dajing City, whether on business or training, will be picked up and transported to various locations in these vehicles. It’s not specifically targeting you,” Su Xinxi explained, while carefully observing Wang Liang’s expression.

But Wang Liang didn't show any obvious expression; he simply spoke calmly:

“I know, that’s why I didn’t kick the car over. Besides, this kind of golden interlayer can isolate ghosts’ senses and trap ghosts, but it can’t trap people. It’s only useful if my vengeful ghost is resurrected in the car, but then you and the driver in front will have to die with me.”

Su Xinxi shivered:

"Don't scare me. Although this is our first meeting, I know you very well. You use the Ghost Domain to travel between Dachang City and Da'an City all day long, as easily as traveling between two neighboring neighborhoods. How could a vengeful ghost be so easily resurrected?"

“Heh, you think that way, but people at headquarters don’t think that way. The ghost domain that broke out in Dachang City a few days ago probably scared them. Otherwise, would Zhao Jianguo have brought Chen Yi to the airport to pick me up personally? Isn’t it because he’s afraid I’ll wander around here and cause trouble? If something happens, the ghost domain could seal off Dajing and create an S-level supernatural event here,” Wang Liang said.

"Was you really experimenting with the supernatural back then?" Su Xinxi hesitated for a moment before asking.

“No, I, the vengeful ghost, have been resurrected,” Wang Liang said expressionlessly.

"Huh?!" Su Xinxi was so startled she almost stood up.

"Look, you doubted me when I said I was experimenting with the supernatural, and you doubted me when I said I was a vengeful ghost. So why ask so many questions? You've already arranged for someone to pick me up anyway." Su Xinxi breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew, that scared me to death. Don't joke like that."

"I need to take a nap." After saying that, Wang Liang closed his eyes.

"Oh"

The abrupt end of the conversation reminded Su Xinxi of the countless times she had been abruptly cut off from phone calls by one party; she had grown accustomed to it.

When Wang Liang arrived in Beijing, in a bustling area of ​​the city, in a closed bar.

At this moment, three people were in one of the luxurious private rooms, with wine bottles scattered all over the floor.

"I'm really impressed, Zhang Jian, you're so bad at this game, yet you still love playing Dou Dizhu so much?"

A slightly short but strong man casually said this, while dropping a pair of 2s in his hand and easily crushing the previous player.

Beside him, another man, around thirty years old, with a pale face, had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, frowning as he looked at the cards in his hand, unsure of what to play.

"Don't worry about it, it's too expensive."

"I'm dying of laughter. You suggested playing Dou Dizhu (a card game), you thought of the punishment, but you ended up losing the most miserably. You're probably drunk by now."

Lou Hao, whose mind is elsewhere, is better than you. Do you really think that just because you win at cards with a few young guys, you can compete with me? The short, stocky man, He Tianxiong, said smugly, holding his cards.

"Shut up! And you, Lou Hao, what are you doing! We're farmers, we're on the same side, why are you betting on my hand!" Zhang Jian cursed as he looked at a gloomy-faced man sitting to his right.

"Hmph, what are you doing? I came here to discuss that Wang Liang with you, but all you've done is play cards. That Wang Liang is about to go to the capital!" Lou Hao said with a cold snort.

The three people in the private room all belonged to a ghost-controlling organization called "Friends Circle" in Dajing City. This ghost-controlling organization can also be called one of the top ghost-controlling organizations in the country.

They even rivaled the paranormal forum in Dahai City, which boasted Ye Zhen, known as the number one ghost tamer in Asia. The fact that they could compete with them demonstrates the strength of their network.

Moreover, the network of friends is located in Beijing and has entangled interests with various parties, including the headquarters.

Even some people in my WeChat Moments have official titles at headquarters and are nominally considered to be part of headquarters.

However, the WeChat Moments community has been somewhat declining in the past year because its leaders, Fang Shiming and Ye Zhen, had a fight a few months ago and Fang Shiming lost.
Upon hearing Lou Hao's words, He Tianxiong replied nonchalantly, "Wang Liang, I've heard of him, but what does his arrival in Beijing have to do with you?"

"He killed Professor Wang's brother!"

"He didn't kill your brother. By the way, do you even have a brother?" Zhang Jian spat out the cigarette smoke and prepared to focus on playing cards.

Lou Hao clenched his fist, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "No, yes!"

"Then why are you in such a hurry?" He Tianxiong easily beat the two farmers' hands with a straight again.

“I received help from Professor Wang and was able to control the second ghost. He was kind to me,” Lou Hao said with a stern face.

He Tianxiong scoffed without any politeness: "Come on, everyone here knows each other. Do you think you're the kind of person who would repay a debt of gratitude? Take a good look in the mirror. It doesn't sound right coming from your mouth."

Besides, your second ghost was also obtained through a transaction on social media, a fair trade. Where's the "favor" in that?

(End of this chapter)