A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Wang Ye's mouth as he took out Zhou Han's phone and dialed.
Immediately...
She hung up.
"Fool!"
Wang Ye couldn't help but curse. How could a woman like this still be alive now?
Wang Ye dialed Zhou Han's number again.
A few seconds later, the call connected.
"Hehe, little brother, how did it feel to get hung up on?"
Zhou Han's giggling voice came through the phone.
"If you want to live longer, try to minimize the nonsense."
Wang Ye frowned slightly and said, "I thoroughly reviewed the information just now. The murder pattern of the soul train belongs to, anyone who gets on the train will die."
"Did you really need to call me again to remind me of this?"
Zhou Han's voice suddenly turned icy cold, "Do you think I have a lot of free time?"
"..."
"Shut up!"
Wang Ye didn't hesitate to interrupt Zhou Han, "Ghosts cannot be killed, this is an iron law."
"But anyone who boards the soul train will die. This is also an iron law."
"In that case, if you stop a soul train and send a ghost on board, what will happen?"
Wang Ye's voice remained as calm as ever, "I analyzed that the final situation would become a contest between two ghosts."
"In order to fulfill its own iron law of killing, the soul train will withdraw its projections until finally, the train the ghost boards will be the true source."
"If we're lucky, the soul train may even fall into hibernation for being unable to fulfill its iron law of killing."
As Wang Ye's voice ended, silence fell on the other end of the phone.
Zhou Han had unknowingly turned on the speakerphone.
The psychics looked at each other, seemingly never having thought that supernatural events could have this kind of solution.
"Okay."
After a long time, Zhou Han unusually just said one word briefly before hanging up the phone.
Wang Ye turned off the computer and started exercising on the treadmill in the living room. His current body was far too frail.
...
Heaven Group Headquarters.
Zhang Ziliang listened to a phone recording with increasingly bright eyes and a hint of excitement at the corners of his mouth.
The long-haired youth next to him, however, fell into contemplation.
Finally, when the recording ended, Zhang Ziliang excitedly slapped the table, "Good!"
"This Wang Ye is really a talent!"
"Quickly report this idea to the vice president."
"It's finally our logistics department's turn to accomplish something!"
Zhang Ziliang was excited, walking back and forth in the office. The logistics department had always only served to support and assist.
Even when frontline psychics failed in their missions, some people blamed the logistics department for not providing information in a timely manner.
Some people didn't even bother making up reasons and directly said their liaison spoke to them disrespectfully, annoying them and causing their mission to fail.
Whenever this happened, Zhang Ziliang was filled with anger but had nowhere to vent it.
But today, if Wang Ye's proposed theory proved feasible, it meant that they, the logistics department, could also carry the team!
"As expected, I have discerning eyes for talent and didn't choose the wrong person!"
Zhang Ziliang thought arrogantly.
The long-haired youth watched the director before him speechlessly, wanting to refute him but could only say sourly in the end: "That kid's pretty smart."
After that, he summarized Wang Ye's theory into written material and left.
About ten minutes later.
The Psychic Group held an emergency meeting, and half an hour later a psychic hurriedly left on a helicopter carrying a golden box.
The next day...
Habitually opening the 'Spirit Secrets' website to check for updated news.
At the very top in conspicuous big font:
"Soul Train Incident Resolved Perfectly in Just Three Days."
Clicking into the title, it described how the team members were heroic and fearless.
But the specific details were not recorded.
This wasn't because Heaven Group wanted to take credit, especially since the attitudes of the two major forces of Buddha Nation and Dao City remained ambiguous and elusive.
Moreover, the wastelands outside the city were full of crises.
In this situation, a new type of solution could not be easily made public.
And Wang Ye's name was not in the news...
It was probably to protect him since he was just an ordinary person.
Sure enough...
Heaven Group called to congratulate him at noon.
Zhang Ziliang's excitement was hard to conceal over the phone. It seemed the entire logistics department had benefited handsomely this time.
"You're the first person who, after only one day of probation, congratulations on being formally hired."
"What reward do you want?"
Zhang Ziliang asked generously.
Wang Ye thought for a few seconds before tentatively asking, "A-level information access, is that possible...?"
"Get lost."
Zhang Ziliang immediately spat out, "10 points, okay, I'm busy now."
After that, he hung up decisively, breaking out in a cold sweat. This kid sure was greedy.
One should know that even he only had A-level information access.
But a guy who had just started working wanted it after a single day. His efficiency was faster than some psychics!
Thinking of this, Zhang Ziliang's mood improved again.
After all, he had discerning eyes for talent.
Zhang Ziliang thought somewhat arrogantly.
Meanwhile, Wang Ye was slightly stunned after hanging up.
As a reincarnator, he was extremely clear on the importance of points. Points were still relatively easy to earn now, but with the resurgence of horrors in the coming years, the crisis would only deepen.
Money had become almost like worthless paper at this point.
And the only currency was points.
Points were omnipotent. Houses, women, power.
As long as you had points, these were all yours.
It seemed he had a pretty good start, it was just that prices weren't too high yet so 10 points could only exchange for limited things. There was no rush to redeem them.
This stuff would...
Appreciate in value in the future.
And so, after the Soul Train mission ended, Zhou Han entered a rest period.
And Wang Ye also obtained a brief respite.
As time passed, a trace of anticipation also appeared in Wang Ye's eyes.
7 days would be up soon.
The post office would open again.
He wondered where he would be sent to deliver letters this time.
Finally, at midnight, the mysterious wooden door appeared in the living room again.
Wang Ye opened the door without hesitation, having grown accustomed to it, and walked in.
Wang Ye familiarly went to the front desk and looked at the note on the side.
"Address: Qin Garden District 4 Building 4 Unit 404."
"Hammer the bronze nail into the photo in the bedroom."
"Reward: Awaken hand psychic abilities."
"Time Limit: 3 Days."
Awaken hand psychic abilities?
Wang Ye's eyes instantly lit up and his normally calm emotions fluctuated rarely.
Could he finally solve the biggest regret from his previous life?
Soon, Wang Ye quickly calmed himself down with strong self-control and looked to the side.
A bronze nail stained with dried blood quietly lay on the table.
"This time..."
"It's not a letter?"
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