Chapter 272 Dirty Phone Booth
In the laboratory, Wang Xiaoming suddenly stopped his research, but not because of 073's report, but because of the missionary's prayer.
In these prayers, he heard the name of the ghost caller, which was a ghost that he was very interested in.
He also sent a special oracle to the missionary. Less than half a month later, the missionary found the ghost caller. It seems that he has not slacked off in the past few days.
With the sound of prayer, Wang Xiaoming's consciousness descended on the missionary. This was a room similar to a laboratory.
The room was full of experimental tables and various complex instruments. Around these instruments, several scientific researchers in white coats fell down.
Judging from the fact that there was no panic on these people's faces, they should have been killed by a sudden attack while working, and they did not react at all.
After exploring the surrounding environment, Wang Xiaoming looked directly in the direction of the missionary. The missionary was standing in front of a phone in a black robe, and the black book in front of him was half-opened and half-closed in front of him, as if he was resisting an invisible attack.
The missionary closed his eyes, his face was distorted, but his mouth kept opening and closing to pray.
Behind him, two clergymen in red robes fell to the ground. They probably died in the supernatural attack before they even had time to pray.
Although he didn't hear the phone ringing, Wang Xiaoming knew that the ghost call must be here.
Only this world-ranked ghost could be so terrifying that it forced the missionary, a ghost rider who had already reached an alien level, to this extent. He hurriedly prayed to the Lord of Perfection for help.
According to speculation, the ghost call should be a consciousness-type ghost that would attack human consciousness. No matter how powerful the ghost rider is, consciousness is also a weakness.
"In other words, the ghost call should be there now..."
Wang Xiaoming turned his eyes and looked at the missionary's head. When the Secret Eye opened, he saw a series of blue notes beating in the missionary's brain.
Every time it beat, the missionary's face would show pain.
However, due to the intervention of the wilderness of knowledge, a thin layer of transparent light gauze protected the missionary's brain, and the blue notes could not enter.
But there was no light on the phone in front of the missionary, not even electricity.
Collect!
After confirming that the ghost call was not in other places, Wang Xiaoming moved his mind and the missionary was collected into the wilderness of knowledge, along with the blue note that was suspected to be a ghost call.
Above the wilderness of knowledge, at the moment the missionary appeared, white light bands fell on the missionary, and then the blue note entrenched in the missionary's mind was forced out by an invisible force.
Wang Xiaoming regained consciousness and mobilized the power of the source to transform into an invisible giant hand, gathering the blue notes scattered around.
Even if these notes were under his control, they were still restless and kept trying to break free and continue to attack the missionary.
Wang Xiaoming moved his mind, and the missionary who was about to wake up fell back to the world and returned to the laboratory.
Feeling a powerful force injected and forcing the ghost call back, the missionary slowly opened his eyes and saw the ordinary phone in front of him, and the terrifying ghost call was no longer on it.
"Thank my Lord!"
The missionary was excited, drew a circle with one hand, and said devoutly.
On the wilderness of knowledge, Wang Xiaoming looked at the blue musical note that was constantly circling in the palm of his hand, with a look of surprise on his face.
He just discovered that this ghost call was only a fragment, not complete. With the help of the blue musical note for divination, Wang Xiaoming roughly sensed the location of the other part of the ghost call, which was in the west of Europe.
"It just so happens that some research has been made in the past few days, so I sent a clone to imprison the other part of the ghost call to prevent other disasters from happening again."
Outside, the two Wang Xiaomings in the laboratory of the headquarters looked at each other, and one of the clones disappeared instantly, while the other clone got busy and did the work of two people.
With the help of the wilderness of knowledge, the clone instantly landed on a small island in Europe. There were not many people living on this island, but there was a simple perfect church.
The clone relied on the location of the believers to teleport to this island closest to the location of the ghost call.
"Teleportation is convenient. According to the induction, it is now less than 200 kilometers away."
The clone squinted at the sea in the distance and silently locked the location of the ghost call.
Thinking of a quick victory, the clone turned into a black line and went away.
Although the clone's combat power was slightly weaker than the original body, its strength was also at the fourth level of the sequence. The ghost domain spells it used were much faster than Zhou Tong driving the ghost taxi.
In just five minutes, the clone arrived near the location of the ghost call.
This was a small town full of exotic atmosphere. It was working hours and there were not many people on the street.
Without alarming anyone, the clone appeared on a street with old buildings. Many houses here were covered with green plants, and most of the stone slabs underfoot were broken.
The postman riding a bicycle, the bakery exuding milk fragrance, and the carriages passing by from time to time on the road made people feel like they were going back in time.
The clone walked forward slowly and came to a dilapidated telephone booth on the corner of the street.
The dark green frame was twisted by a huge force, the door of the telephone booth had disappeared, and the microphone of the phone inside was pulled off by someone, leaving only a wire hanging on the ground.
The clone frowned slightly. He was very sure that the telephone booth in front of him was the other part of the ghost call, but he didn't expect it to look like this.
As soon as he approached the phone booth, he smelled a foul odor. He saw that the floor of the phone booth was full of garbage, and there was a lot of excrement among the garbage, which made people unwilling to approach.
Thinking that the original body was still waiting, the clone was about to pinch his nose when he suddenly sensed that someone was approaching him quickly and reaching his hand into his pocket.
The clone turned around and grabbed the hand in one go, looking at the person calmly.
This was a strong black man. After being caught in the act, he did not show any fear. Instead, he said indifferently that he wanted to borrow some money to spend.
Although the other party spoke a small language, the clone could still understand it. Knowing that the person in front of him was just a rogue, the clone showed a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth.
"What are you laughing at?"
The black man felt uncomfortable being stared at by the clone. He felt that the stranger in front of him was a little weird. He wanted to break free, but found that the other party's palm was holding him tightly like an iron plug, so he hurriedly called his companions:
"Carrie, Jack, come and help me!"
At the call of the black man, the two white people who were originally watching the excitement came forward: "Wade, you are not weak, are you? You can't even handle a skinny stranger."
"Oh! Poor stranger, he was targeted by these three villains!"
"Go call the police, otherwise this stranger will definitely die here."
The crowd of onlookers talked a lot, some were watching the excitement, and some were enthusiastic to call the police, but no one dared to help.