The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

Hu Jiu entered the blocked residential area.

Behind him was a team of police officers with different expressions. Some were sincerely willing to come in and participate in the rescue, some were anxious and resentful, and some showed no emotion at all.

Hu Jiu kept talking, "Although the mission is a bit dangerous, it is all for the country, for the people, and for public safety. I will definitely report to the headquarters afterwards, record a merit for you, and give you a lot of good evaluations."

The leading middle-aged police officer smiled bitterly, wanting to mother but stopping, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether Hu Jiu was being weird or really thinking so.

Just now he firmly rejected Hu Jiu's unreasonable request. Supernatural events should be handed over to ghost riders. As ordinary police officers, it is enough to be responsible for the response outside. However, as soon as these words came out, Hu Jiu's face turned upside down in an instant. The whole person's temperament became extremely dangerous and terrifying, and the gloomy and ominous atmosphere lingered in everyone's heart.

Then they all came in "voluntarily"...

"Bang!"

Just as they were approaching a unit building, a corpse suddenly fell from the sky and hit not far in front.

Judging from her clothes and body shape, the deceased was a woman. Because her face hit the ground first, her appearance could not be seen.

The sudden change startled everyone, and they subconsciously looked at Hu Jiu. No one dared to act rashly, after all, they had all received professional training.

Hu Jiu glanced at the female corpse. Apart from the traces of falling from the building, there seemed to be no other external injuries on her body, and no blood was flowing out. There was only tissue fluid with a strange smell and coagulated black blood clots.

"Ah!" Someone screamed in surprise, and everyone's eyes immediately turned to him, only to see him staring at the two people beside him anxiously.

The two stood there with their necks tilted up, motionless, with gray faces and a faint smell of corpses, as if they had been dead for many days.

"Dead!" The middle-aged police officer exclaimed, looking around in a panic, "What's going on? Does anyone know how they died?"

No one answered.

The colleague who had been with them day and night died suddenly in the blink of an eye, and panic spread. In the past, they only assisted in handling supernatural events. This was the first time they faced the horror of evil spirits.

Ordinary people are so vulnerable in supernatural events. They know that there are patterns of killing, but if they want to find out, they can only use human lives to fill it. The police are no exception.

At this moment, a series of hot and expectant eyes were all on Hu Jiu.

Hu Jiu seemed to have discovered something, and looked up with surprise. Several inexperienced police officers also subconsciously looked up.

In an instant, they widened their eyes and mouths, their bodies became stiff and cold, and their bodies exuded the stench of corpses.

They are all dead.

The middle-aged police officer leading the team had a sullen face. Just as he was about to question, he suddenly found that Hu Jiu was also standing motionless, and he seemed to be dead.

"How could this happen!"

"It was fine just now..."

"This new ghost rider is such a waste!"

The people who were still alive were panicking and could only vent their fears by cursing.

"Captain, why don't we retreat first? Staying here will not only fail to save people, but will only add meaningless sacrifices!"

The middle-aged police officer nodded, "This ghost's killing pattern may be related to looking up. When you leave later, don't look up no matter what happens!"

After that, he rushed out at a very fast speed. The others reacted and instinctively walked out together.

But at this moment, something strange happened!

Ghost hands appeared out of thin air and slapped them on their shoulders silently.

The whole army was wiped out and no one survived.

Hu Jiu calmly put away his phantom of pretending to be dead.

The bodies of several police officers and the female corpse that fell from the building suddenly moved, and the expressions before death froze on their faces. One by one, like zombies smelling blood, they gradually approached Hu Jiu.

They have become ghost slaves controlled by evil ghosts. There are other ghost slaves wandering around. As the number of deaths increases, the ghosts may grow, become more and more terrifying, and more and more difficult to deal with.

But Hu Jiu was not panicked at all, because he knew the details of this ghost very well. He could not know every supernatural event that happened in Linjiang City in his previous life, but the information of this ghost happened to be within his known range.

——Codename [Head-raising Ghost], the killing pattern is indeed to raise the head to kill. When humans make the action of "raising their heads", they will be killed by it.

After preliminary testing, this information is correct.

Knowing the clear killing pattern, the difficulty of containing and restricting evil ghosts has dropped sharply. The next thing to do is to find the ghost's body.

Countless blood-stained white silks fell from the air and floated everywhere in the entire residential area.

The ghost slaves were unable to resist the supernatural power of the white silk and fell one after another. But the real evil ghost can withstand such an attack. The ghost's body and the ghost slave are still easy to distinguish. It is a naked, shriveled corpse, looking up at the sky, with a numb and empty face, revealing a dead silence that makes the living creepy.

The white silk was tied around the neck of the head-raising ghost, and it stopped when it tried to tighten. The two spirits were fighting. Hu Jiu did not step forward, but the ghost hand of the airborne mirage ghost slapped the head-raising ghost on the shoulder.

The head-raising ghost was motionless.

Hu Jiu quickly stepped forward, first carefully copied, and then put it in a golden body bag.

A not-so-serious supernatural incident was solved in this way.

For Hu Jiu, this was a crushing situation, and it was right to be quick, neat and efficient.

But after the incident was over, he did not immediately contact the operator at the headquarters. Instead, he found a remote place and sat down quietly.

Hu Jiu is a master of fishing and has a unique set of logic. Some low-level workers always think that they can show their strength and value by working hard and perfecting their work so that their leaders cannot find any faults. But I don’t know if the leader doesn’t know how difficult and dangerous the work is, how can he judge the ability of his subordinates?

Anyway, the rating of a ghost is roughly determined by the verbal description of the ghost handler responsible for handling the supernatural incident and the number of deaths. These two factors are jointly determined.

Hu Jiu has always been very good at killing good people and taking credit.

After a long time, when the satellite phone rang, he waited for a moment before answering. Before Lin Guangning could speak, he preemptively struck with very harsh words: "Why are you calling at this time! I am dealing with supernatural events, and any movement may kill someone!" "

"Do you know that it was a critical moment to contain the evil ghost? Your phone call directly killed two police officers!"

"You are not an intern or a temporary worker, are you? Now I am very doubtful about the overall quality of the headquarters. Is your casual and imprecise attitude worthy of the trust of the country and the people!"