Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 93 He deserves to die (Third update)
Gao Yan 'finished work' at Tianhuan Building early this morning and drove back to his residence in Da'an City.

He already knew that Yong Sheng Club was going to take down Wang Liang, and that Wang Liang would ultimately escape unscathed. He also mobilized the city's armed forces to counter-encircle Yong Sheng Club, and now he was preparing to turn the tables and destroy this Ghost Rider organization.

He knew all this but couldn't do anything about it. Da'an City was under complete lockdown at Wang Liang's suggestion. All he could do was go home and wait for the outcome.

Regardless of who wins, the fact that Yong Sheng Club took action against its management is now public knowledge. Even if they weren't eliminated this time, there will be a next time.

Killing the person in charge is a slap in the face to headquarters. A little-known ghost-taming organization in a prefecture-level city will not make headquarters back down. They will definitely gather their forces and completely destroy the Yong Sheng Club.

Wu Chao and his gang will probably run away after this, but I don't know if their list of informants will be leaked.

Should he run after him?
Gao Yan hadn't thought it through yet. If he hadn't been exposed, he didn't want to give up everything he had and run abroad.

Hopefully, he won't be exposed. As long as he can stay in Da'an City and remain a member of headquarters, he will still be valuable to Wu Chao and his team.

Even if those people from Yong Sheng Club go abroad after this, he will still be valuable, and there is no need to expose his identity as a mole to headquarters.

Gao Yan lived on a high floor of a luxury apartment building, but instead of taking the elevator, he sighed and walked up the stairs step by step with heavy steps, using physical exhaustion to relieve the pressure in his heart.

Arriving at the door of his apartment on the 18th floor, he took out his key and opened the door.

All the windows inside were covered with curtains, making the room dimly lit.

Gao Yan was not surprised, because he had set up these places beforehand, and the environment made him feel comfortable and at ease.

It was still afternoon, and the sunlight outside shone on the curtains, filtering through the fabric to make the room somewhat dim, but still fairly bright.

Gao Yan didn't turn on the lights. After changing into slippers, he went to the living room, intending to collapse on the sofa and wait for the results.

But after taking only a few steps forward and seeing the entire living room, his body suddenly froze on the spot. He felt a jolt of electricity rise from the soles of his feet, goosebumps rose all over his body, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He saw a person sitting on a chair near the window in the living room, holding a newspaper in their hand, covering their face, so he couldn't see who it was.

The person appeared to be looking at the contents of a newspaper by the dim light streaming through the curtains.

Seemingly noticing Gao Yan's unusual behavior of standing still, the person reading the newspaper at the window slightly lowered the newspaper, revealing half of their face, and glanced at Gao Yan.

“These days, there aren’t many people who still like to subscribe to print newspapers. I didn’t expect you to still have this habit.”

The man spoke casually, his gaze returning to the newspaper as he turned a page.

Gao Yan's body stiffened, he felt a bit numb, and cold sweat poured down his back, soaking it.

How could he be here!
Gao Yan opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word for a long time. Finally, he only said in a trembling voice:
“Wang Liang, no, President Wang.”

Gao Yan forced a smile, trying his best to appear natural.

What are you doing here?

Wang Liang casually browsed the contents of the newspaper, and after finding it uninteresting, he closed it and put it aside.

Then a piece of paper appeared out of thin air in his hand, he placed it on the coffee table, and with a push, it slid towards Gao Yan.

Gao Yan walked stiffly to the coffee table and picked up the paper, or rather the list.

The moment he saw the list, he understood everything.

"Any last words?" Wang Liang asked, his arms crossed, his expression utterly emotionless.

Gao Yan did not try to lie and say that he did not know what was going on or that the list was fake.

He remained silent for a moment before speaking, "My family is in their hands, and I have no way to control them."

"Is this your last words?" Wang Liang stood up.

"Can you leave my family alone? They are innocent. They live in apartment 602, Building 3, Linhai Community, Hongyang District. There are two gunmen from Yongsheng Club watching over them. I can only see them once a week."

Now that Yong Sheng Club is in trouble, I'm not sure if they'll kill the hostages and run away. If possible, please..." Gao Yan's tone gradually became panicked as he thought about the chain reaction after Yong Sheng Club's collapse.

"enough."

Wang Liang flashed and instantly appeared in front of Gao Yan, his expression icy.

"These things are none of your concern after this. Let's make use of this and see how it works for me."

Without waiting for Gao Yan's consent, Wang Liang pulled out a blood-red newspaper fragment the size of an adult's palm from his coat and slammed it onto Gao Yan's forehead.

"Ah, what is this!"

Gao Yan retreated in panic and collapsed onto the sofa.

He felt a cold sensation on his forehead, as something stuck to it, wriggling and attaching itself strangely.

A chilling aura emanated from the thing, seeping into his forehead as if trying to erode his mind.

He tried to reach out and pull, to tear, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tear it off. The thing was like an octopus's tentacles, clinging tightly to his forehead and extremely difficult to remove.

This is a fragment of a ghost newspaper that Wang Liang previously stole from the newspaper ghost through the derivation of Sadako.

However, it should only be a fragment of a derivative newspaper, not the actual ghost newspaper itself.

Wang Liang was only trying his luck this time, wanting to see if this derivative newspaper fragment had any other effects besides suppressing Yang Jian's Ghost Eye revival, and whether it also had the ability to modify memories.

This experience of contacting and exploring the supernatural is worth trying for him.

To verify this, he even placed the fragment on Gao Yan's forehead, corresponding to the brain.

There's no way around it, the fragment is too small, so if I had to choose a spot on the face, the forehead would be the best choice.

Wang Liang stood aside, coldly watching Gao Yan struggle on the sofa, without any sympathy in his eyes.

No matter how innocent this person claims to be, if they indirectly caused the death of a person in charge, they deserve to die.

Just over ten seconds later, Gao Yan, who had been struggling, suddenly closed his eyes and collapsed onto the sofa, motionless.

The blood-red newspaper fragment stuck to his forehead no longer adhered and slowly loosened and fell off.

A piece of human skin was stuck to the side of the fragment facing Gao Yan's forehead; it was skin from Gao Yan's forehead.

At this time, Gao Yan's forehead did not have a bloody patch missing; it remained intact.

However, there was a slightly sunken patch of skin on his forehead, which was clearly a different color from the surrounding skin and looked very smooth.

"They actually tore it off."

Wang Liang picked up the fragment, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)