Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 87 The Squad (Part Two)

The SUV made a malfunctioning noise, the door was pushed open, and a man covered in mud jumped out of the vehicle, shaking the dirt off his hair.

Feng Quan straightened his collar and exhaled a puff of white breath.

Something's wrong, I actually feel cold.

"Isn't that obvious! Otherwise, why would we be here?"

A child who looked to be only a teenager hunched over, holding a game console in both hands, shivering in the freezing cold.

"Don't worry about your belly, Daddy's here for you... Achoo!!"

Beside them, a strange woman with three faces was looking down at a satellite phone in her hand.

"It's strange that there's no one alive within the signal coverage area. This is the city center; the temperature here shouldn't be high enough to freeze someone to death."

At the very front of the group was a composed figure, wearing a trench coat, walking slowly on the snow.

His voice was almost devoid of any emotion.

"Feng Quan, I have high hopes for Xiong Wenwen."

"Tong Qian, be alert around you. Huang Ziya, watch your back. Xiong Wenwen, stop playing around."

One could still vaguely see a faint, eerie tattoo protruding from the back of the man's neck, as if something was trying to break through the skin.

The five-person team walked on the city streets, where the entire city was reduced to a single color.

Dead white, an abnormal white.

An eerie white, pure and without impurities, swallowed everything.

Even the outlines of the buildings were eroded by the ice. The streets, shops, billboards, everything was shrouded in a deathly white, without a trace of other color.

It was icy cold, a pure, low temperature, not just a physical cold, but a kind of deathly stillness that penetrated to the bone, mixed with a faint, chilling stench of decay, permeating the snow-covered city.

But what's even stranger is that behind everyone, white snowflakes formed a bright line of demarcation.

Beyond the boundary line lies the normal world, where the winter sun hangs high in the sky, shining brightly on the streets.

Within the boundary, everything was frozen, a chilling stench of decay permeated the air, and a suffocating atmosphere filled the cold wind.

Two starkly contrasting weather patterns coexist in the same sky, as if the world had been abruptly torn apart and then brutally pieced back together.

Looking down from above, only five tiny figures could be seen moving slowly toward a certain place, leaving a long trail behind them, which stood out conspicuously in this pale world.

"An S-rank... yet they're sending us to provide support..."

Zhang Han gazed at the boundless snow-covered surface, his eyes revealing a strong sense of unease.

"Headquarters is already overwhelmed, and as far as I know, three cities have fallen... The captain is handling higher-level incidents."

"Zhang Han! What are you thinking about? Let's go!"

Feng Quan and the others stopped and all turned to look at Zhang Han.

"coming."

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Zhang Han strode after him.

Let's rewind to half an hour earlier.

"I reject."

Zhang Han glanced at the report in his hand and tossed it back to the person opposite him.

"This is no different from sending someone to their death."

Across from him was a bespectacled man, looking exhausted, his voice filled with anxiety as he looked at Zhang Han.

“You know the situation very well. Local paranormal events are becoming more and more frequent, one after another. If it weren’t for an extreme emergency, I wouldn’t have come to you. Besides, I’m just looking for a person, not imprisoning that ghost.”

"Aren't there still a few captains left?"

"The actions of a captain-level officer are beyond my knowledge."

The bespectacled man gave a wry smile.

"But I can tell you, a person in charge often has to handle three or even more paranormal incidents, and headquarters is almost completely short-staffed."
"I need to speak with my captain." Before leaving Dachang City, Yang Jian had told Zhang Han that this mission abroad was no small matter. He was to handle ordinary matters on his own, but if he encountered any problems that he couldn't solve, he could contact him.

Zhang Han is now facing a situation that he cannot choose.

"He can't be on the moon."

The man wearing glasses pointed to the ceiling above his head.

"The moon?!" Upon hearing this, Xiong Wenwen jumped up from the sofa, her eyes wide with surprise.

"He's going to the moon without me, his bear dad?! What if he dies?"

Zhang Han immediately retorted, "Shut up! The captain can't possibly be dead."

"That's right. With Leg Bro's abilities, even if there are aliens up there, Leg Bro can move freely."

Feng Quan chimed in, saying that since Yang Jian altered his memories, his personality seemed to have changed a lot, and he was no longer as rigid and dull as before.

"I think it's worth a trip. At least I can do my part and rescue some innocent ordinary people."

Tong Qian stood up to take the document.

Zhang Han's gaze suddenly turned cold.

He wanted to kill Tong Qian. This thought almost instinctively surfaced in his mind. Since the tattoo parlor incident, his personality had undergone an imperceptible change.

As the vengeful spirit continued to erode their emotions, many people were gradually becoming numb. Seeing Tong Qian's actions at this moment, they were filled with murderous intent.

A menacing tattoo writhed slightly beneath the skin, as if something might tear through it at any moment.

But in that instant, Yang Jian's silhouette flashed through his mind. "I shouldn't have acted so impulsively. If it were the captain, what would he have done..."

Zhang Han closed his eyes, took a deep breath, remained silent for a few seconds, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"I agree, but I have three conditions."

He snatched the documents from Tong Qian's hand, stiffly raised his hand, and made a three-point gesture.

The bespectacled man paused for a moment, then laughed.

"I must say... no wonder they're soldiers trained by Yang Jian."

"Okay, I agree. There are three conditions."

just now.

"Cao Yang's Footprints"

Zhang Han held a stack of paper reports in his hand, squatted on the snow, and looked at the series of clear, bare footprints.

In this world swallowed by white snow, a series of eerie footprints meandered out, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Strangely, the footprints seemed to be imprinted on the snow, and no matter how much snow fell from the sky, it could not cover them up.

"Cao Yang...and Liu San. Everyone follow, and catch up with them as soon as possible."

Zhang Han put away the report, got up, and walked towards the direction of the footprints.

The group arrived at an old building, where their footprints abruptly disappeared.

Feng Quan looked at the snow, where the footprints disappeared.

"It should be right here."

Sudden.

"Snapped!"

In the silent, snowy world, a loud bang of shattering glass rang out.

"There's a guy there!"

Tong Qian immediately noticed the commotion and pointed to a window on the fourth floor.

Look up following Tong Qian's finger.

A blurry, lifeless figure crouched behind the window, revealing half of its eerie, pale face, as if watching the crowd.
(End of this chapter)