"Gatling Bodhisattva, could you please get rid of this woman? Don’t leave her with ; I’ll go fulfill my vow tomorrow."
"Get her out of here."
Chen Xinyi kept praying, and reason told her that she had lost the ability of Infinite Resurrection, and another death would truly be the end.
She only dared to watch from afar.
The woman in red high heels occasionally twitched, her neck bones made a chilling sound, endlessly exploring a small area under the bed, yet completely ignoring Chen Xinyi not far away.
"Now I should be safe, this female ghost seems to have a bug. The Bodhisattva helped solve the problem before leaving."
"Should I... call the cops?"
"Yes, call the cops directly!"
Chen Xinyi took a deep breath, cautiously picking up her phone from the table.
It was 1 A.M., and with a severe bug in the "Turtle Soup Ga" group, the phone had returned to normal.
Silence for a mont.
She started to think about her ti traveling and multiple resurrections, wondering if she should speak out.
It sounded unbelievable, but she rembered everything vividly.
Thanks to the intervention of this mysterious force.
Otherwise, she would have been dead.
She didn’t quite understand why asking "Do you know who I am?" caused the whole ga group to freeze.
"Could it be that the real ’’ is an existence that even ghosts dare not provoke?"
She then gave a bitter smile, "Even if I told others, no one would believe , and there might even be a chance of being dissected for research?"
"If the governnt really had a supernatural institution, I wonder how capable they are... If they’re too weak, forget it. Better to trust the Bodhisattva. If they’re competent, then I’ll trust the governnt."
She made up her mind.
Closing her eyes, she could see the blazing fla in her mind, giving her a sense of awe-filled security.
She dialed 110, "Hello, is this the police? I’ve encountered sothing... I don’t know how to describe it, it might be a ghost."
A male voice on the other end hesitated, then asked, "This is the Public Security Bureau, can you please tell your address and what happened?"
"I’ve encountered a ghost, it’s already inside! It looks like a corpse, it’s so stinky; I live in Tian Yuan Gardens, building 6..."
"Ma’am, please calm down. What did you see?"
"It really is a ghost, it must be a ghost!"
After hearing Chen Xinyi’s description, the voice on the other end didn’t seem too convinced, "Don’t panic, we will dispatch community police officers to your location, could you repeat your address..."
Hearing "community police officers," Chen Xinyi imdiately shouted out in alarm, realizing that the officer didn’t believe her.
She was scared that the police would rescue the ghost from the bug state, which would doom everyone.
The black silken thread had killed her three tis, three tis!
Touch it, and you die! There is no second outco.
"Um... is there a special departnt?"
"None?... But it really is a ghost, a moving corpse, it’s infectious... really, there’s a black thread wriggling in her eye sockets, she has no eyeballs. I’m not lying to you! Send soone specialized, otherwise, you’re just serving yourself up."
"Please! There has to be a special departnt, you must know about it!!" Chen Xinyi’s voice was frantic, "I am a reporter for Deep Space Daily, I can send you photos right now!"
"Add my WeChat now, I’ll send you the photos; they’re in my bedroom. My WeChat ID is..."
She had actually cald down.
But as a reporter, she knew she had to escalate the situation, as only then could she reach the so-called "special departnt."
In such a vast world, it can’t be only her who has encountered supernatural events; there must be a special departnt.
About 10 minutes later, there was another knock at the door.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The night shift security from the property managent, notified earlier, arrived first.
"Did you call the police?" A dark-skinned security guard, joined by a few younger n, looked at her skeptically.
Chen Xinyi forcibly kept them outside the door, "Don’t go in, there’s a ghost inside!"
"Ghost?"
"What’s this sll, it slls like a dead cat... I’ve slled this before? Shit!" The security guards began to panic, subtly preparing themselves defensively.
"So, I’m saying you shouldn’t go in rashly... Just wait here for the police, I’ve already called them."
"Miss Chen, are you a reporter? A reporter for Deep Space Daily?"
"Don’t ask more questions, just wait."
Chen Xinyi stayed silent, not responding...
Since supernatural phenona truly exist in this world, they must be state-level secrets known only within a small circle.
Letting ordinary people know too much isn’t a good thing.
"I guess I’ve squeezed into that circle now, haha," she thought, feeling a thrill of daring inside, "I’m soone protected by the Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva still protects ."
The arrival of the security guards dispelled the bit of fear deep inside her, and staying together made her feel less scared.
After another ten minutes, a few n dressed in black, fully ard from head to toe, arrived.
They all wore black uniforms and black helts, making it impossible to see their facial expressions. Upon arriving, they imdiately drove the property security away from the scene.
The leader, about 1.8 ters tall, inquired Chen Xinyi about the whole process.
The team also brought a robot over one ter tall, resembling a tin can with arms and legs capable of human-like movents, to enter the room and investigate in place of humans.
Just this standard procedure made Chen Xinyi feel reassured: "It seems the governnt isn’t as incompetent as imagined, knowing better than to risk human lives."
The man in black asked, "...after hearing the knocking, you hid under the bed."
"You believe you experienced a supernatural phenonon related to the Turtle Soup Ga."
"So you used the ga’s chanics to avoid disaster... is that right?"
"Um, that’s roughly it... I could sll the scent of a corpse from afar, I am very sensitive to that sll."
Although she had looped four tis, only one outco remained.
Chen Xinyi didn’t explicitly explain her ti reversal and resurrection phenona.
The robot entered to investigate the woman in high heels.
The woman in high heels seed oblivious to the robot’s entrance.
The lead man in black pondered for a mont and spoke according to procedure, "Ma’am, this woman is a psychiatric patient who escaped from the hospital; she is not a so-called ghost, she’s still alive."
If I believed you, I’d be fooled!
I’ve been killed by a ghost three tis!
Three tis!
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