Felix opened his eyes suddenly and found that his whole body was soaked with sweat.
The quilt was wet, and it felt like lying in it with wet clothes after a strenuous exercise. He felt uncomfortable all over, so he opened the quilt with his arms that had just regained some strength and sat up.
He saw himself in the mirror of the closet. His face was pale and sick, and his face was probably no better than a dead man. He was dizzy, and when his feet just landed and wanted to get out of bed, he even doubted whether he could get out of bed.
Stand firm.
He must have drank too much.
About a month ago, he slowly began to have strange symptoms. When he woke up, he couldn't remember when he fell asleep, what happened before falling asleep, or even appeared in strange places.
Occasionally, his memory would be fragmented, and the first half and the second half would not be connected. Sometimes he felt like his head was like a hard drive being slowly degaussed, and the image information stored was like a long movie, but
Countless fragments in the middle are disappearing due to data corruption.
He got up and went to the bathroom and washed his face.
He couldn't remember what he was doing before falling asleep, but his efforts to recall allowed him to remember the images in his dream more and more clearly.
He remembered that he dreamed about Li Changcheng.
Maybe it was not just a dream, but a reflection of real memories in a dream. Because he still remembered the time when he first joined Secret Service Branch 9, and the scene when he first met Li Changcheng.
It was a sunny afternoon, and the huge aircraft carrier of the 9th Special Service Division was sailing above the sea of clouds. The special glass of the desk equipped with an electronic display function in the captain's room reflected the sunlight from above the sea of clouds. Li Changcheng said solemnly
Sitting in the sunshine, he looked serious and respectable, but at the same time, he did not lose the unique gentleness of his elders.
Felix had a very deep impression of that day. He still remembered that a conversation with Li Changcheng at that time made him determined that he had made the right choice to join the 9th Division. It might also be the only thing he would do in his life.
Meaningful thing.
"People will change, and what we are facing is an era of change."
That was what Li Changcheng said that day that touched him the most. He also relived it in his dream last night, and it still felt like it was yesterday.
"Whether it gets better or worse, it all depends on ourselves." Li Changcheng's words were sonorous and powerful, "And we, the people on this mothership, we are the ones who need to represent humanity
The person who makes the choice.
This is what we have to do, guide everyone in the right direction, no matter the sacrifice or cost."
Felix once firmly believed in this concept. In the following days in the 9th Department, his respect for this officer only increased, which made him more and more convinced that he was doing the right thing.
But now, the person behind the table in the captain's room is no longer there.
Li Changcheng rebelled, and the entire Secret Service Branch 9 received this information. The former leader of this department has now become the worst wanted criminal. After the battle in Jiangdu Square that night, he disappeared in the chaos and remains there to this day.
No trace to be found.
There is even news that the monster that appeared in the city center that was defeated by Batman, that extremely terrifying thing, was also released by him.
Immediately after what happened that night, an investigation into the entire incident was launched. The Ninth Division worked as quickly as possible to sort out the context of the entire incident. The evidence provided by Detective Luo Yajun proved everything, including the exposure of the setbacks the Ninth Division had suffered so far.
The connection between the problem and Li Changcheng, there is even proof of forging evidence to frame the agents of the Ninth Division and enforce the arrest order.
The evidence is conclusive, and the matter seems to be finalized. The Secret Service 9, whose most senior leader is a mole, has undoubtedly been questioned by everyone. The mothership was forced to land, and the entire department's operations were temporarily suspended. Everyone needs to accept the situation.
An independent investigation conducted by the Bureau...
Oh, by the way, he recently discovered that his own group is the Sentiment Bureau, which shocked the young master of the group for a whole year.
He was surprised why no one mentioned this to him. But when he went back to mention this issue, everyone just smiled at him, a weird and uncomfortable smile, as if there was something hidden behind it.
This made Felix feel more and more weird. He began to find that there seemed to be something hidden in him. Many people around him seemed to know what was going on, but he was the only one who was kept in the dark.
Then he naturally thought of his original decision to join Secret Service 9.
He originally thought that this was what he had earned, that it was the route he had planned for himself, and that it was the only meaningful thing in life that he did based on his own will. But since he discovered the origin and background of his group, he began to have doubts about it.
Doubted.
It was as if there was nothing in his entire life that he was truly sure of.
After brushing his teeth, he rinsed his mouth and spit the tap water mixed with toothpaste into the sink. Then he inadvertently looked up at the mirror in front of him. In addition to seeing a pale and weak face, he also unconsciously noticed
a certain detail.
Through the mirror, he saw the bathroom behind him and saw an inconspicuous raised wall tile at the top of the wall behind the toilet.
Felix was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked in the direction of the mirror reflection.
There is indeed a bulge. It is located higher, but it is obviously within reach by stepping on the toilet seat.
He was surprised that he had never noticed this place before.
Somehow, Felix put down the toilet seat, stepped on it and stood up. He stood up on tiptoes and stretched his arms to barely reach the bulge. He tried to move the wall tile, and it turned out to be movable.
.
With some difficulty, he pulled the entire brick out of the wall with one hand, placed it next to the flush button of the toilet, and then continued to stand on tiptoe and reach out to pull out the brick and fumble around.
Then I actually touched something. A small, cold thing with a texture that looked like metal.
A USB flash drive.
This made him feel that his life, which was already on the verge of running out of control, was becoming more and more outrageous.
This kind of plot reminds him of detective or spy movies, which are the secret compartments you would find in the stronghold of secret spies. Agents and spies like to hide secret compartments in all kinds of corners that people don’t expect, and put them in secret compartments.
Important information or forged documents and pistols were hidden inside.
But the problem is, he is at home.
Something's wrong with me.
This was the first thought that came to his mind.
He returned to the room with the USB disk, hesitated for a moment, and took out his laptop.
It is a notebook uniformly distributed by Secret Service Branch 9. It has the most stringent encryption protection measures and is an internally customized model. Only this specific model of notebook can access specific information on the Secret Service Branch 9 internal network, even if you are away from home.
Restricted access.
Felix inserted the USB flash drive into his laptop. A blue indicator light lit up on the metal device, and then he entered the reading stage that made him slightly uneasy.
Surprisingly, it doesn't display on the computer like a normal mobile device.
It read and loaded, and then the words "Identity recognition in progress" popped up on the screen, but it neither asked him to enter a password nor prompted any verification operations. After a moment, the words "Identity verification completed, approved" popped up.
Visit" words.
Then before he had time to perform any operations, another interface automatically popped up.
Home page of the Secret Service Branch 9 intranet.
Felix glanced across the homepage interface at a glance, and when his eyes glanced at the current login account information in the upper right corner, he was stunned for a moment.
The account id is indeed his name, his own id, the problem is the access level shown next to the id.
Special permissions.
If I remember correctly, within Secret Service Branch 9, this is equivalent to the authority of the chairman.