Jean wandered around in the alley, looking at the map several times before confirming that he seemed to have taken the right path. Finally, after wandering around for several times, the rusty iron door in the information appeared in front of him.
in front of.
He compared the information in his hand again and was convinced that he had found the right place.
Jean is an agent of Secret Service Branch 9, but he is not a senior operations specialist, but an ordinary investigator stationed in Pingcheng.
Secret Service Branch 9 has been through a lot these days. The entire top management has gone through an earthquake-like large-scale reshuffle. Everyone has learned that their leader Li Changcheng is a mole. The news is like a depth bomb detonating.
It caused an uproar both internally and externally.
During the independent investigation organized by the Intelligence Bureau, the work of the Ninth Division was stagnant for a few days, but it was obvious that under the current infection situation, someone had to come out to take charge of the situation. This destined that the lunatic asylum would not be able to keep sheep for too long, so within a few days, the functions of the Ninth Division were
A small part of it was gradually restored.
But the matter is not over yet. The position of director is still vacant, and the new candidate has not yet been decided. There is news that the entire operating model of the Nine Branches will be adjusted in the future. They need stricter review and supervision, and may consider direct
Merging with special departments of the Intelligence Bureau in order to strengthen control is, of course, just hearsay.
These are all matters from above, and the actions of the big guys have little to do with small agents like Jean. Whether they merge or not, they are still working part-time, the boss is different, and what they have to do remains the same.
of.
So after a few days of rare temporary leave, Gene, like other agents, was notified and returned to his post.
And this was the first task he received after returning to work.
A few days ago, a courier said that he had discovered something unusual in this community, saw things that looked like hallucinations, and heard disturbing sounds.
The courier boy just put the goods in the courier locker downstairs and left without even going in. But according to his description, stepping into this community itself made people feel uncomfortable.
Because Secret Service Branch 9 was under investigation a few days ago, there was a slight delay, so it was only today that agents were assigned to investigate this matter.
According to Agent Jean's experience so far, this kind of thing will most likely end up as a prank or hallucination. Of course, as an agent of Section 9, your job is not to let go of any doubts, so the investigation process is still necessary.
He had done some homework before coming, and then he unexpectedly discovered that the old community itself was not simple.
Almost all of the people living here are thugs, gangsters, human traffickers, fraudsters, ex-convicts, etc.
In short, a gathering place for scum.
According to experience, places like this do have a higher risk of infection.
This in itself was not a particularly noteworthy suspicion. Gene really began to have a hunch that this investigation might be unusual when he got on the elevator going upstairs.
The elevator was as old as this shabby building, and its response seemed a bit sluggish. It took a long time after Jean pressed the floor button before the thing responded, and it slowly descended with an unsettling clanking sound.
The fence-style door panel slides open along the slide rail with difficulty.
"welcome."
The sudden electronic female voice startled him. He was almost ready to draw his gun before he finally realized that it was a radio broadcast.
"Dear guests, welcome to our community. You will spend a fulfilling and enjoyable afternoon here. You just need to pay attention to some small details..."
Jean felt a little relieved, but at the same time he also felt a little weird. In such a shabby community, the elevators were almost outdated, but they actually installed such a voice announcement.
It feels a bit like putting two electric fans into a Boeing passenger plane to pretend to be turbines... Okay, it's a bit inappropriate, but in short, the style of the painting is wrong.
The floor indication on the elevator showed that it was the fourth floor.
"...The most important thing to note is to make sure you stay away from Room 567."
Gene began to smell something ominous more and more. If it wasn't strange that there was a voice announcement in such a broken elevator, then this kind of warning was definitely wrong.
The floor instructions reached the fifth floor, which was also the floor he wanted to investigate. The elevator door opened.
Gene stepped out of the elevator, and the announcement sounded again behind him.
"By the way, there's one more thing..."
Jean stopped involuntarily and pricked up his ears to hear what the voice wanted to say.
"...don't look back."
No more content.
A gust of wind seemed to blow through the corridor at this moment, making the hair on Agent Jean's body stand on end.
Don't look back.
That voice echoed in his ears, and there seemed to be a voice saying this to him deep in his heart.
But people may be weird and rebellious creatures, and the more you tell them to do something else, the more difficult they will be. Agent Jean finally couldn't resist the drive of instinct, and turned his head stiffly, his eyes a bit mechanical.
He turned around and looked behind him...
He saw the elevator door slowly closing. The indicator arrow pointed downwards, and the number of floors began to decrease.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled to himself.
He was just an agent from the Ninth Division, and he didn't look professional at all. He was almost intimidated by the two sentences in the elevator voice, which was simply ridiculous...
"ah!"
His heart, which had been returned to its original position, almost jumped out of his throat as he turned his head.
An old lady appeared in front of me.
It was as if it had been refreshed out of thin air. He was sure that before he turned around, there was only an empty corridor in front of him, but in just a moment, she was already so close, almost touching his face.
Where did this come from?
The old lady's skin was wrinkled like dry tree bark, and his appearance was clearly reflected in her hollow eyes. She had a smile on her face. At first glance, she looked kind and kind, but if you look closely, you will find that she is a little stiff and weird.
It was as if someone had arranged the muscles on her face into a warm smile, and then fixed them rigidly in some unknown way.
Gene took two steps back and realized that it was not just the old man. There were more people in the corridor.
There were men and women, all of them seemed to have appeared suddenly, standing numbly on the corridor, with the same happy smile on their faces.
It was like a welcome along the way to welcome this distinguished guest who came to their community.
"You will have a fulfilling and enjoyable afternoon here..."
Somehow, this sentence came to Agent Jean's mind.
Now he realized something was definitely wrong here - it didn't even take a deeper investigation to see it.
He felt that it was almost time to go back home. He had a hunch that this matter needed a more professional team from the headquarters to investigate.
He quickly turned back and retreated to the elevator door - thank God the people behind him were still just smiling and did not rush up. But this may be the most difficult elevator to wait in his life, especially since the broken elevator was stuck for a while, and he had no choice but to wait.
No need to frantically press that stupid button with trembling fingers while those people watch from behind with a smile the whole time.
He felt that he had been waiting for almost a lifetime before the elevator door finally opened. He rushed in without thinking, and pressed the door button frantically. The door panel slowly closed, isolating those penetrating smiles behind the door.
He already had the gun in his hand and the safety was on. He took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat and rushed out as soon as the elevator door opened.
After running a few steps along the corridor, he immediately realized something was wrong.
He stopped and turned to look at the door number beside him.
It's still the fifth floor.
He never made it back to the ground.
"You will have a fulfilling and enjoyable afternoon here..."
This sentence came to mind again.
Only then did he suddenly realize.
This sentence may be a simple statement of fact.
He immediately turned around and wanted to go back to the elevator, but the moment he turned around, another sentence seemed to echo in his ears.
"Don't look back."
Of course it's too late to think about it now.
When he turned his head, the elevator that was supposed to be behind him had disappeared. Behind him was a long empty corridor, which was exactly the same as the corridor that was supposed to be in front of him, almost like a mirror image.
No, not exactly the same.
Because when I turned around, there was a figure at the end of the road.
A petite girl, wearing a black dress, with pale but unreal facial features, tilted her head and looked at him while licking a popsicle.
But for some reason, the appearance of such a beautiful girl in such a place only made him feel scared.
It's like someone's heart was tugged hard, and every cell in the body is screaming with fear.
"Don't look back."
Thoughts appeared in his mind, and he turned his head stiffly and uncontrollably again.
The old lady's face appeared silently behind him again.
Those smiling people also appeared behind him one after another as if they were copied and pasted.
But the difference this time was that they no longer just stood there numbly, but started to move. They walked towards him slowly with stiff steps and mechanical movements like zombies.
Gene backed away in fear. Somehow, he felt that even the trigger of the pistol felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if he had lost the courage to pull the trigger.
When a door next to him opened with a click, by some strange coincidence, he dodged in without thinking, and locked the door without thinking, as if he couldn't wait to isolate those disturbing guys from the door.
But this only won him peace of mind for a few seconds. The next second when he thought of something, he froze instantly.
"Make sure to stay away from room 567."
Just before closing the door, he glanced unconsciously and seemed to catch a glimpse of the room number of the door.
Room 567.
Agent Jean turned to stone, and the voice echoed in his mind for the last time.
"Don't look back."
He turned his head stiffly and looked at the things in the room behind him.
When he saw what was behind him clearly, his pupils shrank like an electric shock, and his expression instantly turned to stone, as if he was frozen in this moment.
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