Chapter 98: A Phone Call

Chapter 98: A Phone Call

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The oppressive heat felt suffocating, creating a sensation so overpowering that it felt nearly impossible to draw a proper breath.

The body bag that enclosed Miles wasnt fully sealed. Some deliberate gaps were left to ensure air could circulate. Although after becoming a ghost tamer, Miles wasnt entirely sure whether he could still succumb to suffocation. Nevertheless, he decided it wasnt a hypothesis he wanted to thoughtlessly explore.

Being cocooned inside the body bag was exceedingly unpleasant. But to ensure his own survival, enduring this discomfort was his only option.

Who could estimate the sheer number of specters prowling outside? Already, three of his fellow ghost tamers had met their untimely ends. This meant the spirits they harbored were now free. Add to that the restless spirits of the deceased, the aggressive phantoms, the menacing headless ghost, and two other entities named Yiming and Stretch who might turn on him if hes not careful.

The Yellow Hill Village had rapidly transformed into a hub teeming with malevolent apparitions.

Survival in such a hostile environment seemed like a distant dream. Trying to discern patterns in the spirits movements or methods felt pointless because the danger he faced was immense, certainly exceeding his current capabilities.

Inside his makeshift sanctuary, sweat covered every inch of Miles. In the thick blackness, his own labored breaths were the only sounds he could hear. Outside, a disturbing silence prevailed, so deep that not even a whisper pierced through.

In a way, he prayed for the silence to continue.

Any noise would most likely not be from a living human.

So, Miles lay within the confines of the body bag, waiting in anticipation, hoping for some form of salvation.

If the headless ghost shadow he had unleashed earlier had its intended effect, there might be a glimmer of hope. However, if things took a turn for the worse, he might be forever trapped in this dire situation.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Miles retrieved his phone, checking the time.

The screen read 10:20.

It was morning, not night. By now, the village should have been awash in the morning sun. Yet, stepping out would reveal a village shrouded in an unnatural darkness.

The headless ghost I released had better work in my favor. Its valued at a billion. If it doesnt turn the tide in this situation, I cant even fathom the magnitude of my loss.

As he reflected on his decision to unleash the headless ghost shadow, Miles didnt feel remorse, but he couldnt help feeling the sting of potential financial loss.

A billion had potentially vanished into thin air, and without any violent skirmishes, recapturing it seemed unlikely.

Perhaps it was his sanctuary within the body bag, but from 10:20 until 1:30, over three quiet hours elapsed, with Miles remaining untouched.

The 20-million-dollar body bag had proven its worth.

It appeared that even the potent might of the malevolent spirits was ineffective against the golden barrier. It was a testament to Professor Bruce Pis benevolence that he chose to share such groundbreaking research with the public.

Without such a safe haven, hopelessness would have certainly taken root.

But one cant remain in hiding indefinitely.

Although Miles had the foresight to stockpile some non-perishable food and water in the body bag, it was a finite supply, lasting only a few days at best. If the situation outside didnt improve within that timeframe, hed be compelled to risk the unknown dangers beyond his protective cocoon.

However, the extended period of security and tranquility inside the body bag gradually lessened his apprehension.

Convinced of his temporary sanctuarys efficacy, Miless tense nerves began to relax.

With a beep, the line went dead.

Within the walls of the call center, a stifling silence hung heavily in the air. Every operator within earshot had halted their operations, their faces a mix of shock and fear as they turned their attention to Captain Build. The gravitas of the call left an indelible mark on the atmosphere.

Could it be possible? A single phone call with the potential to bring about the end of everyone present?

The implications of such a possibility were daunting to say the least.

Suddenly, a decisive voice cut through the tension, Captain Build, its clear that this ghost tamer, Miles, is mentally unraveling. Hes showing signs of malice and a thirst for revenge. My recommendation is to sever all ties. It might be best for everyone here if we cease all current operations, disconnect all lines, and escalate this matter to the higher-ups.

An officer, seemingly of a comparable rank to Build, stepped forward, advocating for this drastic measure.

But before he could elaborate, Builds hand crashed onto the table, his face a picture of intense anguish. Thats preposterous! Halting everything will only expose us to more dangers!

Then why dont we simply sever ties with Miles? Remove him from our contact list and cut all communications with him? the officer continued to counter with the suggestion.

Build, his voice rising, responded, Thats an even worse idea! You yourself mentioned his fragile mental state. What if isolating him exacerbates his condition? And do you genuinely believe that cutting off one device will deter him? What if he tries alternative methods to reach us? Do you fancy another paranormal incident happening right here in our midst? His gaze bore into the officer, demanding an answer.

Builds frustration was palpable. But whats truly gnawing at me is this: Who in the world altered the documents? Do they not grasp the dire repercussions of such actions? Lives hang in the balance!

He was livid. His team had spent a good amount of time cultivating trust with Miles, and just as they were bridging gaps, this fiasco erupted. Should this become public knowledge, every ghost tamer within HQ would start questioning their operations. Such skepticism could very well spell the end for the entire Asian division.

Some individuals just relish in creating mayhem, Build spat out. Id relish the opportunity to confront them.

Turning his attention to Rain, he instructed, Maintain your communications with Miles. Utilize every possible tactic to keep him grounded. I will delve into the companys affairs and dig up everything about its operations. Within 72 hours, I demand a face-to-face with their head honcho outside Yellow Hill Village.

Rain, ever diligent, responded, Understood, Captain.

Build, his fury unabated, made his exit. Although he wasnt the highest-ranking officer at HQ, he wielded substantial clout outside.

Elsewhere, Miles lay ensconced within what appeared to be a body bag. Yet, despite his precarious situation, his mind was sharp. The call was a strategic move designed to lay the groundwork for forthcoming negotiations and to assess the true intentions of the companys hierarchy.

But all these calculations rested on one crucial premise: his survival. If he were to meet an untimely end, every strategy would crumble. For the time being, as he lay in wait, his mind busied itself with plotting the next moves.

Deep in thought, Miles speculated, Build must be reeling after that call. He probably didnt expect me to corner him like that. A smirk played on Miless lips. However, thats a distraction I cant afford now. I need all the energy I can muster. With that, he allowed his tensed muscles to relax and his mind to let go of the immediate worries. Slowly, his eyelids grew heavy and he slipped into a restorative sleep, knowing that a well-rested mind would be crucial for whatever lay ahead.

As the hours ticked away, the atmosphere within the body bag grew stuffier. But Miless body had adjusted, recognizing the need to conserve energy. However, the serenity was interrupted by a noise. The clock, which he had set up nearby for keeping track of time, showed 6 p.m.

From a distance, a rhythmic thudding became audible. Footsteps. They were unmistakably human, but the pattern and pace were erratic, not quite matching the usual stride of a villager.

Miless previously relaxed state was shattered. His senses heightened, every nerve in his body tingling in anticipation. Those footsteps were drawing nearer, making their way from the outskirts of the village, steadily approaching his hideout.

Who could it be? Miles pondered, anxiety gnawing at him.

The village had its share of ghost stories. Was it the ghost of the headless apparition he had once encountered? Or perhaps the residual spirit of some other restless soul? Worst of all, could it be the malevolent entity a ghost so powerful that even experienced ghost tamers dreaded its wrath?

The footsteps continued to approach, each step growing louder, amplifying the suspense.

A battle raged within Miles. Curiosity and caution fought for dominance. The body bag, his current shield, also blinded him. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to unzip the bag slightly and use his unique ghostly vision to identify the intruder. But was it worth the risk?

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as the footsteps neared, and Miless heart raced, ready for whatever challenge the evening would throw his way.