Weird Cards: I've Become a Ghost

On the special operations team's vehicle.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Zheng Hao asked Wang Yao in the passenger seat, "Shouldn't we deal with those people?"

He was referring to the long-haired man and others who had just gotten out of the car.

"Need not."

Wang Yao looked at the documents in her hand and said, "Anyway, they're not exactly good people. I'm more concerned about Xiao He."

Zheng Hao hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, "With your martial arts talent, as long as you work hard for ten or twenty years, you will definitely be able to enter the Innate Realm."

In this world, there are several ways to deal with the supernatural, one of which is to practice martial arts and use one's own vital energy to defeat the supernatural.

In the path of martial arts, one cultivates strength through manifest strength, refines qi through hidden strength, and refines spirit through transforming strength. Only when strength, qi, and spirit are united can one achieve the innate state of martial arts. Only when a martial artist reaches hidden strength can they mobilize the abundant qi and blood throughout their body to deal with strange phenomena.

An ordinary martial artist with internal strength can at most deal with a level one monster.

Another method for dealing with the supernatural was proposed by a scientist from the Alliance who used to sell antiques: use the supernatural to defeat the supernatural.

Some of these supernatural beings are so deadly that they drop supernatural objects after death. Ordinary people who obtain these objects can easily master the abilities they contain.

Some supernatural beings cannot be killed, but as long as you understand their behavior patterns, you can temporarily merge with them and gain their power after paying a certain price, or establish a connection with them and gain the ability to control them.

Zheng Hao knew that Wang Yao had always wanted to fuse with a monster of her own, but this method was too difficult, and one wrong move could cost her her life and have her devoured by the monster.

"You know I can't wait that long."

Zheng Hao paused for a moment.

He naturally knew why Wang Yao did this.

If these special operations team members, who are skilled in martial arts, want to apply for fusion with the supernatural, besides making significant contributions, there are two other ways.

The first task is to hand over a strange object, and the second is to introduce an ordinary person who has successfully merged with the supernatural.

In fact, when he saw some people like Xiao He who were originally just ordinary people, but who by chance gained the opportunity to control strange things, he would feel a strange sense of loss.

After all, he had practiced martial arts since childhood and spent nearly twenty years to reach the level of internal strength. However, an ordinary person could achieve the same result as him by successfully integrating the supernatural power. Who wouldn't envy that?

"Are you so sure that Xiao He successfully fused with a hanged ghost? What if the other party is a human ghost corrupted by a ghost?" Zheng Hao asked solemnly.

When an ordinary person fails to merge with a supernatural being, in addition to losing their life, they may also become a new type of supernatural being called a "human-supernatural being".

The birth and behavior of the supernatural are governed by certain patterns. The Alliance has recorded hundreds of ways in which the supernatural are born and their patterns of behavior. If you can grasp these patterns, you won't be able to easily subdue them, but at least you'll know what to do when you face them.

But the human ghost is different. The human ghost is a crazy ghost, completely unpredictable, and extremely dangerous.

"I'm very sure."

Wang Yao's face was cold, her eyes calm and unwavering. She then handed over the documents in her hand. "According to the latest information, a man named Wang Jingyi was murdered in an antique shop in the ancient town of Xiqu. His tongue is also missing from his body."

Zheng Hao's eyes narrowed: "You suspect it was Xiao Heqian?"

"That's right."

Wang Yao nodded and continued her analysis: "According to the shop assistant, Wang Jingyi met with a man in black before he died. Shortly after the two entered the office, the shop assistant heard a gunshot. By the time he went in to check, Wang Jingyi was already dead."

"Moreover, Wang Jingyi's death was exactly the same as that of those who were killed by the hanging ghost."

Zheng Hao frowned, puzzled, and asked, "Does this Wang Jingyi have a grudge against Xiao He?"

"This hasn't been clarified yet."

Wang Yao shook her head: "Anyway, the two of them definitely won't have any contact in the next few months."

"Strange, killing someone you have no grudge against at this critical juncture, isn't that just asking for trouble?" Zheng Hao frowned deeply, his eyes showing a strange look. If Xiao He really did this, then he really couldn't understand this action.

You'll understand after you read this.

Wang Yao turned to Zheng Hao and handed him another document. Zheng Hao took it without thinking and glanced at it.

"Wang Jingyi's Union Bank statements?" Zheng Hao's gaze sharpened, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "You mean...?"

"That's right." Wang Yao said naturally, "According to the surveillance footage from the city bank and the footage from the area around the antique shop before it was destroyed, Wang Jingyi brought a black box containing 200,000 Alliance Coins back to the shop, but the patrol team searched the shop several times and couldn't find the black box."

"The supernatural doesn't kill or rob; only humans like money."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Hao immediately realized what was going on.

......

the other side.

A shifty-eyed middle-aged man was sitting at the front desk of the Regent Hotel, drinking beer and eating sunflower seeds. He was Wang Mazi, the hotel's owner.

Bang!

Just then, the door was kicked open with a loud bang.

Startled by the sound, Wang Mazi looked up and saw a group of thugs wielding steel pipes and wooden sticks rushing in. Upon seeing this, Wang Mazi's expression immediately became tense.

"What... what are you doing here? This is Brother Dao's territory." Wang Mazi tried to remain calm, but his trembling voice betrayed his nervousness and unease.

Although this hotel is ostensibly Brother Dao's territory, it's actually just a middle-aged man who paid a lot of money to register under his name in order to seek protection. If something really happens, it's hard to say whether Brother Dao will step in to handle it.

"Don't get me wrong, we're Brother Long's men. We're just here to see someone."

The long-haired man walked out of the group of thugs with a smile on his face. He waved his hand, signaling everyone to put down their weapons.

Upon hearing this, Wang Mazi finally felt relieved and let out a deep sigh of relief.

It seems that Brother Dao's reputation is quite effective.

The thought suddenly popped into Wang Mazi's mind. He then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and chuckled, "So it's one of our own brothers. Just tell me who you want to talk to. I, Wang Mazi, don't have any other merits, except for my good memory."

Everyone in Binhai City's underworld knew that Brother Long and Brother Dao were from the same faction, so Wang Mazi didn't think much of it and readily agreed to their request.

The long-haired man nodded, not wanting to cause any further trouble, and didn't say anything more. Instead, he took out a photo from his pocket.

"Does this person live here now?"

Wang Mazi took the photo, glanced at it, hesitated for a moment, and then said somewhat hesitantly, "This...this seems to remind me a little bit."

The long-haired man looked speechless.

Didn't you just say you have a good memory?

At this moment, Wang Mazi suddenly exclaimed, "I remember now, this person just came back last night and has stayed in the room without going out."

The long-haired man's expression turned serious: "Which room is he in?"

"404".

This time, Wang Mazi said the room number without hesitation.

"Let's go up to the fourth floor, room 404."

After receiving the reply, the long-haired man ignored Wang Mazi and directly called his men to head to the fourth floor. Soon, they arrived at the door of a room with the number "404".

At the long-haired man's signal, one of his underlings picked up the universal room key he had just taken from Wang Mazi and opened the door.

After a "beep" sound, the henchman immediately pushed open the door, and the rest of the group rushed in with their weapons.

"Xiao He is here."

In the dimly lit room, a sharp-eyed henchman spotted a figure sitting on a table with his back to the group. Following the principle of striking first, the others immediately grabbed their weapons and smashed them at the figure.

Accompanied by a piercing scream, a series of dull thuds of flesh being struck followed.

At this moment, outside the room.

The long-haired man, who had secretly prepared for the worst, had already figured out his escape route. Unlike his hot-blooded subordinates who were only thinking about making a name for themselves, he only wanted to save his own life.

When the long-haired man learned that he was the one who had brought people to capture Xiao He, he was already prepared to face something strange.

However, when the long-haired man standing outside the room realized that the screams coming from inside were exactly the same, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, turn on the light first."

Upon hearing this, the underlings who were gathering people inside stopped what they were doing.

As the switch was turned on, everyone saw a black-clad man curled up on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, unconscious, under the flickering lights.

"Turn his face around."

The long-haired man held Xiao He's photo, squatted down next to the man in black, and carefully compared it. His expression immediately turned ugly.

......

"Isn't that Xiao He inside?"

Inside the special operations team's vehicle, Zheng Hao listened to the message coming from his phone, his expression slightly surprised.

Just now, an undercover agent brought in intelligence that the person in the Regent Hotel was not Xiao He, but a petty thug.

After waking up the thug, Zhao Long's subordinate Da Fei, the long-haired man, interrogated him and learned that the thug had been paid to wait for someone in the hotel, only to be beaten up instead.

In the passenger seat, Wang Yao, who had been resting with her eyes closed, slowly opened them. Looking in the direction of the hotel, she calmly said, "It seems that Xiao He is not as bad as the intelligence reports suggest."

Zheng Hao guessed, "Perhaps it's because of its fusion with the strange entity."

Some people experience significant personality changes after merging with the supernatural.

Wang Yao nodded, agreeing with Zheng Hao's guess.

at the same time.

About a hundred meters away from the Regent Hotel is a hotel called "Jixiang".

Xiao He stood by the window, carefully pulling back a small section of the curtain, and quietly gazed at the five bread trucks parked in front of the Regent Hotel.