Enchanter

Chapter [-]: Daxing Division

The rest of the people also followed, took the little girl back to the room, put him on the bed, called the room service, and asked them to come here to pick him up.

The identities of the few of them were also vaguely known by the people in the hotel, most likely they were members of the National Security Bureau, but they didn't know what they were in charge of. In short, they had to agree to any request from this group of people.

So when they saw the little girl who had passed out, they didn't ask any questions and directly went down to the bottom of the building on their shoulders, and then sent them to the ambulance, and even paid for the expenses themselves.

Yin Hui was so tongue-in-cheek, he didn’t expect that a job card from the National Security Bureau was so valuable, it was like a pass to any place, if he had that pass, it would be possible for him to travel all over China in his lifetime. .

At this time, he thought of that little girl again, the alluring little stockings, and he couldn't help laughing a couple more times. He fainted from being frightened so easily, and even wrote horror novels. It's good not to be scared by the novels he wrote.

Soon in the afternoon, Conan Doyle's Scalpel and Yellow Crane Tower finally finished sorting out the materials to be submitted. Yin Hui and Tang Yan also had nothing to clean up. They simply tidied up their bodies and hair, and bought a new suit. , and prepared to follow Conan Doyle to report.

Led by Conan Doyle, they came to Daxing District, Beijing, where they finally found the National Security Bureau at a place called Xihongmen.

This is the Daxing Division of the National Security Bureau. In fact, it is secretly the office of the Incredible Group. However, the Incredible Group is a state secret and cannot be known to outsiders. Therefore, they are usually arranged in other groups, and they will be used when there are supernatural events. They are called together.

Tang Yan couldn't go in with them, so Yin Hui temporarily arranged for them to rent a room outside, and then walked with them into the Beijing Daxing Branch of the National Security Bureau.

This is a relatively elegant building, not as luxurious as he imagined. There are leaves falling everywhere in the huge courtyard, and the flowers and plants seem to be messy because no one has cleaned them for a long time. Several small buildings loom in this building. In the courtyard, a large circle was formed to cover the surroundings of the courtyard.

This is very different from Yin Hui's imagination.

"This is an office site abandoned by the National Security Agency, but considering the special identities of several of us, in name we are the caregivers drawn from each group, but in fact it is the seventh group, the incredible group." Conan Doyle He took the initiative to act as a guide and explained to Yin Hui.

Yin Hui nodded and followed them into an office in the north.

The inside of this building has also been abandoned for a long time, and it still looks like there are signs of collapse. Several desks inside are rotten, and it seems that they will collapse when pressed by hand. The floor is also cracked due to the age, revealing There are layers of loess, and occasionally small mounds will pop up in some places, presumably some snakes, insects and ants have settled here.

"No way." Yin Hui's heart completely cooled down, and when he thought of having to work in such a messy place that was even three points shyer than the funeral parlor toilet, he regretted it for a while.

"Cut, don't worry, since we let you join the National Security Bureau, we will treat you badly? This is just on the surface. When you see the real Incredible Group Studio later, I'm afraid your eyeballs will fall out." The scalpel seemed to see It made him think, or he had this idea when the scalpel joined the National Security Bureau, so I guess Yin Hui is the same as him back then.

"It's just on the surface?" Yin Hui stared at the scalpel in confusion, not knowing what he meant by that.

"Look." The scalpel pointed at Conan Doyle mysteriously.

Yin Hui looked over, but found that Conan Doyle bent down, and then put his palm on the floor under a desk.

Unexpectedly, there was a burst of dazzling light from the floor, and the floor, which was still covered with garbage just now, suddenly became calm and smooth, as if it were a big screen.

Yin Hui was stunned, trembling in his heart: "No way, isn't this Bond 007?"

"Welcome Inspector Conan Doyle." The screen made a mechanical sound, and then the screen receded towards the floors on both sides. After a while, a hole appeared.

Empty, swallowed up by darkness, you can't see your fingers.

"I'll go." Yin Hui was taken aback for a moment, and finally shouted out in surprise.

"Follow me." Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui seriously, and then jumped down.

The scalpel patted the silly Yin Hui, and then jumped into the dark hole ###.

Yellow Crane Tower smiled, and then led Yin Hui to the entrance of the cave, beckoning him to jump down

"This..." Yin Hui looked back at him with some confusion, and then asked with some uncertainty: "Are you sure it's okay to jump down?"

No matter how courageous Yin Hui is and what kind of leader he is, he still can't help being afraid of something that may endanger his life: "Is there anything to explain, such as the jumping posture, and How deep is this black hole?"

"It's so much nonsense, just jump down." Yellow Crane Tower was a little impatient, probably because they were afraid that Conan Doyle and the scalpel would wait for them for too long.

"Okay then." He finally took out his identity as the heir of the Taoist Lianzong, and jumped down.

In an instant, his body was completely engulfed by the darkness, his surroundings were dark, and he could not see his fingers. He had never seen such a dark night before, and he was still a little flustered in this strange place.

However, this feeling lasted less than ten seconds. His body was caught by a soft thing, and then his hands also touched a soft thing. He couldn't open his eyes under the bright and dazzling light.

It took him a long time to slowly adapt to the strong light, opened his somewhat confused eyes, and looked around.

There are light tubes emitting light all around, and it is impossible to see what is behind the light tubes. The dazzling and bright lights completely surround this oval-shaped passage.Looking down, his body was caught by a convertible car. Those soft things just now were the seat belts that popped out of the car. At this moment, the seat belts are gradually being compressed and slowly disappearing. His butt When he touched the stainless steel body, the cold feeling instantly made him shiver all over.

Countless ropes stretched out from all around, binding him tightly and making him unable to move, he knew that it should be something similar to a safety belt.

Whoosh.

A gust of wind quickly rang through my ears, and the car started automatically, and with a bang, it flew forward like flying along the passage.

The strong wind made his facial features violently twisted, and the cold air made his face hurt like a knife.But I can't shout out, because if I open my mouth, I will be caught in the wind, which is very uncomfortable.

Now he just wants to reach the destination quickly, stop quickly, and let his face rest, he really can't stand this kind of knife-like wind.

The car finally slowed down slowly, and he saw Conan Doyle and the scalpel waiting for them not far ahead.

But when they saw Yin Hui, they all opened their mouths in surprise, as if they saw a ghost.

Yin Hui pinched his painful face, and then asked, "What are you looking at, this car is not well designed at all. Why are you two so thick-skinned, there is no injury at all."

The scalpel burst into a wild laugh: "Boss, I think you have a thick skin. Didn't you notice that there is a helmet on the car? Can't you just wear the helmet?"

Yin Hui's brain was congested all of a sudden, he hurriedly looked over, and really found that there was a helmet on the car, and then he regretted it very much, all because he didn't observe carefully at that time.

"You are really thick-skinned. If the average person doesn't wear a helmet, his face will definitely be torn open." The scalpel shrugged helplessly, looking at the back of the passage, the figure of the Yellow Crane Tower also appeared in the car.

The car that Yin Hui took just now probably sensed that there was a car coming behind him, turned a corner, and went back through another passage.He guessed that the passage might be oval, with an exit on one side and an entrance on the other.

Yellow Crane Tower took off the helmet, looked behind several people, and smiled wryly: "It's been a long time, brothers in the incredible team."

He looked back and found that they were standing at the end of the oval passage, which was a round door, showing two doors separated by a dividing line between the Yin and Yang halves of Bagua Taiji.

Conan Doyle went up, and pressed his hands on a machine similar to a fingerprint recognition machine, the Bagua Taiji door opened slowly, Yin Hui took two steps, and everything inside could be seen.

For such an instant, he was completely stunned. This is a huge basement with no end in sight. There are giant computers on both sides, surrounded by two rows, and a wide passage in the middle.Each supercomputer is the size of a small one-story house, and the screens that occupy about the size of a computer are continuously calculating various data, making strange chirping sounds, and thousands of computer work indicators are flashing. , making various sounds.

"This... these computers... how many are there, and how long are they?" Yin Hui asked in a daze.

"It's only about two kilometers away. It mainly detects the balance of yin and yang around the world and calculates the frequency of various supernatural events around the world. We have 32 dedicated earth satellites to monitor the world's Feng Shui pattern all the time." Conan Doyle gave a brief introduction, then walked down the steps and walked towards a corridor on the left.

This corridor is about as wide as the corridors of ordinary buildings. Apart from being neat and clean, it is no different from other corridors.

Several people walked up, and the crackling sound of leather shoes echoed in this floor, which seemed a little scary and weird.

"The front is our office." Back at the National Security Bureau, Conan Doyle's agent and leader's seriousness and strong coercion began to show, and now Yin Hui felt that Conan Doyle was like a character in the movie 007 Mrs. M, serious and energetic.

"Conan Doyle, this place is the workshop of the incredible team?"

Conan Doyle nodded, but did not answer. He was very reserved and serious, and he really had a taste of shouldering the important task of national security.

The scalpel and Yellow Crane Tower also obviously lost a lot of words.

"This is our archive room, which records all the supernatural events we have discovered since the establishment of the incredible group in 1945. Of course, we have all used scientific theories to fool the world, so you will not know."

Conan Doyle walked to a door that indicated the archive room, and then gently opened the white door.

Yin Hui took two quick steps, his heart filled with shock. He never expected that there would be so many supernatural events in the world. Rows of shelves were neatly placed in this thousand-square-meter house. There is only a distance of about one meter, and each shelf is densely packed with dusty files, at least a hundred copies.

This made him a little hard to accept. Just imagine, a Chinese commoner who has only bumped into ghosts two or three times knows that hundreds of thousands of supernatural events have actually happened in China. How can he believe it?

Now he was not only shocked, but also doubtful.At the same time, I am also impressed by the incredible ability of the group to keep secrets. None of the hundreds of thousands of supernatural events have been leaked, and the common people still firmly believe in the theory that there are no ghosts and gods.I'm afraid even the US Central Intelligence Agency can't control this situation.

Conan Doyle said in a somewhat proud tone: "In these files, there are a little more that happened in the past few decades. According to the analysis data of our supercomputer, supernatural events are becoming more and more frequent with the progress of society. Paper can never contain fire, and it won't take long for the theory of ghosts and gods to be gradually accepted by the public, and by then humans and ghosts may agree to share the same earth."

Conan Doyle's words made sense, and Yin Hui believed it a little bit. Although many ghost-hunting professions have been lost, the Taoism he inherited is just a drop in the ocean, but he believes that with the development of technology in the future, the theory of ghosts and gods will gradually become more and more popular. When it is accepted by the public, there will definitely be high technology mixed in, and maybe a ghost catcher will be invented.

What awaits people at that time may not be the sharing of the earth between humans and ghosts, but the war between humans and ghosts.

"Let's go, come this way." Conan Doyle closed the door, and then led him to continue walking. The long corridor was very clean and tidy, and their figures were reflected on the floor, shaking slowly.Occasionally, there was a reflection on his face, which made him a little uncomfortable.