Two days later, Mo Qiong's injuries had completely healed, and the Ghost Phone had been properly stored.
According to the ranking and threat assessment, the Ghost Phone was β-541.
The storage facility was an 85-by-85-meter room. There was no physical protection, but it was equipped with Gamma-level surveillance, four security guards, and one D-grade member.
The storage facility was responsible for β-541-01 Kayako, β-541-02 Sadako, as well as their related resentment items and buildings.
Every day, a fixed number of fifty D-grade members would enter the facility and provide ghost currency to ensure that the daily value was above 3,000.
Other than that, volunteers could enter the Haunted House to contribute Fear Points.
However, to prevent the expenditure from exceeding the expenditure, the test was based on courage. The more cowardly would be given priority, and their Will could not exceed 50 points.
When Mo Qiong heard this, he knew that members like him would not be able to volunteer. They could only be peripheral members.
This was because the lowest Will of a member was 1,000 points. When facing Sadako and Kayako, he had almost no fear. The Will was only one point each time, and the interval was very long.
Without a doubt, Lan Bai She needed a group of cowardly people to accumulate more Will, or else if they were all people like Mo Qiong, the storage facility would fail the next day due to the bankruptcy of the Haunted House.
However, no matter what, the Haunted House that Lan Bai She opened was a storage facility. It was not open to the public.
After all, anyone who entered the House of Ju On or was infected by Sadako's resentment would be targeted by the ghosts.
Now, the thousands of people affected by Chen Mo's haunted house were the burden of Lan Bai She's ghost auction. Lan Bai She would not let Sadako and Kayako find them again, so they would never contribute Terror Points again. However, Lan Bai She still had to pay for them. Every day, he had to ensure that they would not be attacked by ghosts.
In other words, it was because Kayako and Sadako's curse had spread that Lan Bai She needed to open a Haunted House internally to raise Fear Points.
Perhaps one day, when he had enough Fear Points, he could ask for the help of two ghosts.
"Who are you people?" Chen Mo's eyes had not been cured yet, but during his sentence, Lan Bai She would transplant a new pair of eyes.
His shop was closed in the name of cleaning up, and he had been put on trial for illegally detaining people and using violence, threats, or other means to force people to work.
After all, after that night, the people from the Blue and White Club found his employees and asked them about how they were forced to stay in the attic of the Ju-on Hut every day at work.
Chen Mo was sentenced to three years in prison. He would be serving his sentence in Huaxia's Seventh Prison. This prison was built with the investment of the Blue and White Society in the early days. The prisoners there were all criminals who had been taken away from them.
"I thought you would become a restricted individual. I didn't expect you to still commit a crime," Mo Qiong said to Chen Mo in the ward.
"It's you … What's going on? Wasn't he supposed to be a master ghost hunter? Why is the country alarmed? "Chen Mo was still a little confused.
In just two days, his secret had been exposed. Now, he had lost his phone, the female ghost, and he had been sentenced to three years in prison. He had even been blinded.
Mo Qiong smiled and said, "Just serve your sentence honestly and behave well. During this period, there will be people who will talk to you from time to time. You'd better be honest."
"You guys … are China's Dragon Group?" Chen Mo guessed.
"…" Mo Qiong's mouth twitched and said, "Don't make wild guesses. After you're released, you have to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Just live your life well. You don't need to know too much."
"That … If I make a contribution, can I learn how to catch ghosts from you?" Chen Mo suddenly said.
"Huh?" Mo Qiong was stunned.
"You told me to live my life well, but I can't live my life well anymore! The mysterious and supernatural world has opened its door to me. Since I've come into contact with it, there's no reason for me not to pursue it. "Chen Mo clenched his fist and said.
Mo Qiong understood. This person had always been a lover of the supernatural. He had once possessed something that could control ghosts and then lost it. He had once seen Mo Qiong's power but couldn't obtain it. These memories would torment him for the rest of his life.
The non-disclosure agreement didn't mean anything to him. He would rather be caught again. He would travel far and wide to find a way to come into contact with the mysterious world again.
"Don't think about these things. If you violate the non-disclosure agreement after you're released, the higher-ups will erase your memory." Mo Qiong said.
"You guys know how to erase memories? Is it the Soul Searching Technique? "Chen Mo asked excitedly.
Mo Qiong curled his lips. "It's just a hypnosis technique …"
There were indeed many masters in the society who could use hypnosis to precisely seal a certain memory. There was even an anomaly that could erase memories.
The former was only useful for normal people, while the latter would force a memory to be erased forever.
Because the latter couldn't specify a specific memory to be erased, it was erased on a 'day' basis. Most of the time, the society would only use hypnosis to seal memories.
If Chen Mo violated the non-disclosure agreement, or was about to, the Blue and White Society would find him and erase his memory.
Mo Qiong only came to see him. After all, he had personally blinded Chen Mo's eyes. The transfer would be handled by someone else. After saying a few words, he wanted to leave.
However, just as he was about to leave, Chen Mo suddenly said, "When I was being tried, I heard someone say that my crimes weren't serious and that I could live a normal life … Does that mean that if my crimes were serious, I would be able to come into contact with supernatural events? Like using me as a pathfinder? Or as a bait? "
"Is there something wrong with your brain?" Mo Qiong turned around and asked.
Chen Mo sighed. He also felt that this idea was very funny. However, he couldn't forget that night.
It was very exciting! It was as if he had opened the door to a new world. That feeling of being killed by a malicious spirit at any time but surviving tenaciously was very satisfying. Perhaps the scene of Mo Qiong smashing the two ghosts had caused him to misunderstand, so he felt that it was a very cool thing.
Therefore, he begged, "Let me try. That spiritual pressure of yours … If I learn it, I might be very talented! And … And I'm not afraid anymore. In the end, I actually overcame my fear of malicious spirits … "
"Heh …"
Mo Qiong ignored him and turned to leave.
He could tell that this guy was in a state of itching. It was nothing more than the experience of that night, which left a deeper impression on him than the past 20 years.
It had to be said that this guy was actually sharp enough to think that if his crimes were serious, he would be sent as a bait or something. In other words, a D-class personnel.
Of course, no one had told him about the D-class personnel. He only had a rough idea.
And that 'probably' was naturally based on what had happened two nights ago. So much so that he might have thought that even if he was sent as a bait, the Blue and White Society would protect him. Just like that night, he would experience the attack of a malicious spirit and then be lucky enough to survive.
"Bait is also fine. I think I can do it. Let me try!" Chen Mo was still talking. Perhaps, he thought that he could rise up.
Mo Qiong frowned and said, "Shut up! Idiot, cherish your life! "
As he spoke, Mo Qiong had already slammed the door and left.
He thought of Xiao Feng, the blond, and the others.
D-class personnel had turned the death penalty into a long life where they didn't know when they would die.
Only one or two near-death experiences were needed to wash away all the impulsiveness and stupid thoughts of the past, leaving only the desire to continue living.
A real D-class personnel was extremely persistent in wanting to be pardoned, but they couldn't get it.
Those who weren't allowed to become D-class personnel were fanatically seeking death … but they couldn't get it either.
If this guy was more extreme, he might cause trouble in prison and purposely get a heavier sentence. If he knew about the D-class personnel, it was very likely that he would deliberately kill someone.
After all, it was obvious that he didn't want to return to his normal life. Asking him to live a normal life? For someone who once had power only to have it taken away, would he really be able to accept it?
"I recommend that the higher-ups arrange for his memory to be sealed" that night, during the transfer, Mo Qiong suggested to the prison personnel in charge of this matter.
"How can that be? The research department still has to interrogate him from time to time. You don't need to worry, the 7th prison is filled with people like that. He won't be able to do anything once he goes in, the security there is very tight "
"I'm not afraid of him causing trouble, but I don't want him to become a D-class personnel. This guy has always kept his bottom line and didn't kill anyone. If he were to become a D-class personnel because of some stupid impulsive reason, even I would feel sorry for his stupidity "Mo Qiong said.
"So it's like that. If his mental state isn't good, and the psychological test shows that he has serious criminal tendencies, we will first seal his memory of anomalies before releasing him back into society"
Mo Qiong nodded: "That's enough. If he really wants to die, we can't stop him"
"Ahaha, right, do you want to come with me to the 7th prison to take a look?" the personnel asked.
"No need, I want to take this chance to go back to my hometown, I haven't been home in 3 years" Mo Qiong said.
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