BOOK 11. Zhao Yunlan has two jobs. In his normal day job, he is an independent police detective who helps with cases that are difficult to solve. However in his other job, he goes where he is sent. Usually to aid individuals with life problems an...
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The guards took a risk and teleported one by one, appearing at the front and side doors of the main hall. They didn't seem to be noticed by many of the students, the ones who did see them, thought that their eyesight was faulty or they'd had too much to drink. Guo Ying had explained what they had to say to the students closest to them, and they slowly began to invade their thoughts with gentle suggestions, waiting to see the effects.
The students nearest the exits began to leave followed by the company around them and when the evacuation halted, they repeated the thought to more who willingly walked out of the building. The numbers were dropping while the guards were able to walk through the remaining bodies and listen to their conversations as some of them even suggested following without knowing why. Once the hall looked almost empty, a guard stood at each door and refused entry to anyone who tried to get in and told them that the giant screen had developed a fault as they redirected them to the one in the park at the far end.
The situation had improved, now all they had to stop, was the bomb on the top of the building. Yunlan was told that he had the ability to control fire but playing with the one in the lounge of the mansion was nothing compared to controlling an explosion and he was worried. He had worked out a simple plan in his mind. Slow time down, watch as the flames are released and redirect them upwards instead of down. That was the positive part. The size of the shock wave and how strong it would be was the bad part because he didn't know and he looked around for an area that looked safe enough to withstand the blast and shelter him, stop him from being blown off the roof.
Cong Bo found his friend easily, he knew who he was looking for and had no intentions of harming him. Letting him stand in a hall that was going to incinerate the occupants didn't count, the bomb would do it, not him personally. He found him standing in the park surrounded by thousands, nowhere near the main building and he was confused and angry. Why were they all here and not where they should be? He couldn't move to find out why and he went looking for another body to occupy, but who?
The easiest option was the security man and take a look at his monitors to find out what was happening. The poor guard didn't stand a chance, he knew nothing about spirits or possession, and he never even fought while he found himself zooming in on the main hall and the faces of the guards, while the different voice in his head became more and more angry as he recognised them. He released the man and left him alive, unaware that he had Yunlan's phone number, and headed straight towards the nearest guard he could reach and slammed into him violently.
Yunlan's phone rang which was a change from a message and he looked at the unknown number before he answered.
"Detective Zhao,.. this is security from the university,.. I have something to tell you that mightseem a bit weird,.. and why I'm phoning you I don't know except the voice in my head was moreangry about you than any of the other men in the hall."
