Lin Yuanqing was thinking as he walked. He could feel that what the two researchers said was actually correct. The restlessness of the three ghosts in his consciousness had disappeared.

The only thing that can affect his consciousness now is the sea of ​​blood, and the effect of the sea of ​​blood can only amplify negative emotions and cannot directly affect Lin Yuanqing's consciousness.

All of this seemed so perfect, and it seemed that as long as he ignored them, Lin Yuanqing would be able to reap great benefits.

However, Lin Yuanqing knows that all supernatural things have a price. Even if Ye Zhen is the scapegoat, doesn't he need some of his favorite figures to scapegoat him?

Lin Yuanqing doesn't know what this price is, but it must be there.

While thinking, Lin Yuanqing heard a banging sound coming from the front, which seemed to be gunshots.

Looking up, he seemed to have arrived at a shooting range at some point, where ghost hunters were practicing shooting.

Lin Yuanqing suddenly became interested and walked inside.

When a staff member saw Lin Yuanqing inside, he immediately walked up with a professional smile on his face, bowed slightly to him, and asked respectfully: "Sir, do you have a gun shape that you like?"

"Are there any snipers? For example, Barrett or something." Lin Yuanqing asked with great interest.

Men can't resist large-caliber sniper rifles, and among large-caliber sniper rifles, Barrett is the most famous, so it's not surprising that Lin Yuanqing asked this question.

The expression on the staff member's face froze, and he thought to himself: This person must have played too many shooting games, and Barrett...

But there was no other expression on his face, his smile remained unabated, and he said politely: "Sorry, sir, this is a shooting range for pistol practice. We are sorry for the trouble we have caused you."

"Pistols... Do you have a Desert Eagle? The one with a caliber of 12.7." Lin Yuanqing asked again. Caliber is justice. He finally got interested, so he had to get a large-caliber one.

The staff member's expression froze again, and he thought: Sure enough, he had played too many games, and he only focused on the most popular gun in the game.

After all, anyone who knows a little bit about firearms knows that the Desert Eagle is not suitable for actual combat.

But she still had a sincere smile on her face, without showing any disrespect, and said in a respectful tone: "Yes, sir, please wait here for a moment, I will get it for you."

Lin Yuanqing nodded, came to a sofa and sat down.

After a while, a pickup truck loaded with several boxes drove in. Several guys in military uniforms worked together to move the boxes down, then got in the truck and left.

Lin Yuanqing walked over, and by this time the staff member who originally entertained him had already opened the box.

Inside the box, these Desert Eagles were neatly placed. He picked up one and weighed it, but with his current physical condition, he could not feel the heavy feeling as described on the Internet.

At this time, the staff member opened the remaining boxes, which were full of bullets, and they were the kind specially used for Sand Eagle, although Lin Yuanqing could not tell the difference from ordinary bullets.

After opening them all, the staff member bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Sir, all the Desert Eagles you requested have arrived. There are a total of two thousand rounds of ammunition here. If you need anything else, you can inform us at any time.

We wish you a pleasant stay."

After the man finished speaking, he was about to leave.

"Wait." But he was stopped by Lin Yuanqing.

The staff turned around in confusion.

"Help me load the bullet." Lin Yuanqing ordered calmly.

He raised the loaded gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.

Bump, bump, bump.

The gunfire sounded very fast and urgent.

The staff member next to him was stunned. You must know that Sand Eagle is famous for recoil shooting, but in this person's hands, there was no recoil at all, as if it was really like those pirated shooting games, and it was abnormally stable.

There were seven bullets in a magazine, and Lin Yuanqing shot them all in two or three seconds. As for the hit rate...that's not important.

Turning around, he saw the staff member who was still stunned and said, "Load it."

Only then did the staff react, quickly filled another Sand Eagle's magazine and handed it over.

Lin Yuanqing took it, bumped it, and turned around.

Time flew by so fast, and before I knew it, it was already afternoon.

Lin Yuanqing came out of the shooting range with satisfaction. As soon as he came out, he saw a familiar person, Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, why are you here? Didn't you go to see your mother?" Lin Yuanqing asked.

Yang Jian turned around and saw Lin Yuanqing. He seemed a little surprised, but he felt relieved after thinking about his meeting with Wang Xiaoming just now. He replied: "I've seen it, everything is fine. I just talked to Wang Xiaoming about something."

At this time, a middle-aged man came over.

He came over and said with a smile: "Both talents from Dachang City are here."

Turn around.

Yang Jian was a little surprised and said, "Weren't you shot?"

"..." The middle-aged man's smile suddenly froze.

I thought to myself: How did this guy talk? If you were not a ghost master and said this outside, you would definitely have your legs broken. It is so offensive.

"Who is this person?" Lin Yuanqing asked Yang Jian.

"Zhao Jianguo, who used to be the captain in charge of my side, seems to have made a huge mistake in his work later. But those who can be called huge mistakes should have been shot." Yang Jianyan explained briefly and comprehensively.

Lin Yuanqing suddenly realized that this guy seemed to have some image of himself. He seemed to be a person with a high appearance rate in the early stage.

"It must be related, otherwise even if he is not shot, he will at least be sent to jail." Lin Yuanqing gave his own judgment.

Yang Jian also nodded thoughtfully, seeming to agree with Lin Yuanqing's statement.

Zhao Jianguo listened to the two of them talking about him as if no one was watching, and the already stiff expression on his face became even more embarrassing, and he said: "I disappoint you, I was just fired. I am currently working at the training base and responsible for receiving you.

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"So you turned from the captain of the communications department at the headquarters to a waiter. It's quite miserable. Are you used to the errand work of serving tea and water? How is the salary? It's enough to cover gas expenses." Yang Jian asked a series of questions.

It's obviously a joke, they must have a good relationship.

Zhao Jianguo's expression returned to normal, he laughed and said: "Not bad, passable, quite leisurely, I just read the newspaper if I have nothing to do."

"What's wrong with you coming over?" Lin Yuanqing interrupted their wrangling and asked.

"By the way, I almost forgot. The training starts today. The lectures have already started over there. I think the first lecture is quite interesting. You should go and listen to it. I think it will inspire you a lot, or at least make you feel better.

Eliminate some of your fear of ghosts." Zhao Jianguo pointed to the right and led the way: "Follow me, I'll take you there."

Lin Yuanqing and Yang Jian looked at each other, and seemed to think it didn't matter, so they followed Zhao Jianguo and walked to the right. If you like The Black Hand of the Mysterious Resurrection, please bookmark it: (https://www.wuxiayue.com) The Black Hand of the Mysterious Resurrection is updated at the fastest speed on the search and reading novel website
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