When Zheng Siming walked into the corridor deep in the bar, he first set his phone to vibrate mode, and then put it in the mezzanine layer of his chest clothes.

The ringing of the mobile phone is likely to cause some people who are out of control to be agitated. So if you want to enter the corridor, you must mute your phone, which is also a rule.

In fact, Zheng Siming didn't tell Fang Zhe that in every "restaurant", there is a basement, in addition to the manager in it, there will also be more runaways in it.

Some, not suitable to appear upstairs.

At the end of the corridor, there was a dark red double door, Zheng Siming stood at the door, he didn't reach out to knock on the door, he didn't ask soundly, he just stood there, and then raised his head slightly.

Above the door, there is a white camera with a faint red light, and you can clearly see the retractable lens inside through the smooth mirror.

In about two seconds, the dark red double door opened from the inside, and two men in suits and sunglasses walked out.

The two men in suits didn't say a word, and Zheng Siming consciously raised his hands.

Entering the basement requires a body search, making sure that you are not carrying any threatening weapons, and some items that can easily cause the out-of-control person to lose control of their emotions.

After the search, he walked in with the two men in suits, and the door closed again.

A man in a suit stayed by the door to guard, and the other led Zheng Siming to continue walking inside.

Inside, it is very spacious, with many tables with steaming food and a variety of drinks, not like a bar, but like a buffet.

Only, the soothing music is the same as upstairs.

It's just that the food and drink don't look a little normal, the silver plates are filled with insects, there are lumps of yellow, there are glass, iron nails, etc. In the glass, there was a filthy sewage filled with it, there was sand, and there were other liquids of various colors that I don't know what they were.

Zheng Siming frowned, he recalled some of the past hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

The watch on his wrist vibrate, and his face became much better.

The man in the suit straightened his waist and led the way in front, Zheng Siming slowly followed behind him, this basement was too big, and there were many people in it.

He passed an old man hugging a tree trunk and kissing wildly, a man rolling in a garbage heap, and a woman laughing in all kinds of uniforms.

There was a naked man who kept opening and closing the coat he was wearing on his body, and he ran in front of Zheng Siming, laughing as he ran. There was also a woman who kept crying waving at Zheng Siming, and then slapped herself hard.

There are too many weird runaways, and this seems to be a paradise for them to vent everything in their hearts.

It seems that the demons are dancing wildly, as if, the world is absurd.

But no one will discriminate against them, and no one will value them, and the people here are normal people in each other's eyes.

Zheng Siming continued to walk expressionlessly, and there was a small door on the wall at the end, as if it was embedded in the wall.

The man in the suit came to the door and shook a black rope hanging from the door frame.

The small brown door opened automatically, and the man in black stretched out his five fingers with one hand straight together, his palm tilted upward, and the other hand placed horizontally on his abdomen, making a very elegant posture of inviting in.

Zheng Siming nodded in gratitude, and then walked into the house.

The small door closed automatically, and the man in the suit did not follow up.

The room was very bright, and there were many lamps densely packed on the ceiling, which made Zheng Siming feel a little dizzy.

There was a desk inside, and a slightly chubby middle-aged man sat in the boss's chair, wearing sunglasses, a middle-oiled hair, and a coffee-colored plaid shirt.

"Hello, Investigator Zheng, let's meet again." The middle-aged man smiled, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the pair of sunglasses placed on the edge of the table and said, "Sorry, the sunglasses are over there, take them yourself." ”

Zheng Siming sat down, he just wanted to take out his hand towel from his pocket, but the other party handed a pack of wet wipes in advance: "It will be cleaner if it is disinfected with alcohol." ”

"Thank you." Zheng Siming stretched out two fingertips and pinched the bag of wet wipes, then tore it, pinched the corner of the tissue in the same way, picked up the sunglasses and wiped them gently.

The middle-aged man smiled even more: "Sure enough, it's good to be in the Exception Processing Bureau, the severity of the quirks doesn't deepen so quickly, it's not like us." ”

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other, I remember the last time you came to Longshi City to handle a case, it should have been two years ago, when you were still a newcomer."

Zheng Siming didn't reply, he already had a small face, and after wearing sunglasses, half of his face was covered.

"Hahaha, it seems that these sunglasses are a bit big for you." The middle-aged man laughed happily and even applauded.

"Manager Zhang, there are several runaways with a high level of danger in Longshi City, you know." Zheng Siming ignored the middle-aged man and went straight to the point.

The middle-aged man's smile instantly froze, and then gradually cooled down, only to see him push down his sunglasses, tilt his head slightly and say, "Recently, there are a lot of eyes in your bureau outside 'Wine 8'." ”

"Because there are several runaways with a high level of danger in Dragonstone City, and there is also a runaway person who is suspected of possessing the ability of 'Magnetic Domain' in your local area, the monitoring level of you can only be adjusted to a second-level dark green mark, which is also to protect you. As for your risk level, it remains to be seen. Zheng Siming spoke slowly, his face calm, even though the man sitting opposite him constantly emitted fluctuations in the magnetic field, so as to put pressure on him.

The surveillance level of the Containment and Supervision Department is actually an icon, and every time a monitoring task is issued, this icon is sent directly to the leaders of each monitoring team.

The second-level surveillance level is a dark green icon, which means that a certain area or person needs to be monitored by no less than ten people, and each member needs to make a monitoring summary report to the department every three days.

Under normal circumstances, the Abnormal Crime Handling Bureau's surveillance level for the "restaurant" is a first-level light green icon, with three to five people surveillance, and it is good to report once a month, and there is no need to report even if there are no special circumstances, and the personnel can also be reduced to one or two depending on the situation.

Manager Zhang didn't seem to be satisfied with Zheng Siming's answer, he snorted coldly: "Heh, in order to protect us? Do you believe what you say? ”

"I don't believe it." Zheng Siming shook his head, he suddenly found that he seemed to be infected by Fang Zhe, if he had changed before, he would only be silent in the face of this problem.

Obviously, when Manager Zhang heard this answer, he also paused slightly, and then let out a hearty laugh: "Hahaha, I thought you hadn't changed much, it seems that people will still change." ”

He put away the magnetic field band he emitted, then pulled down his sunglasses, and "looked" at Zheng Siming with those completely white eyes: "Lower the surveillance level as before, and I will give you the information you want." ”

Zheng Siming shook his head: "I can't be the master." ”

Manager Zhang also seemed to have guessed this answer, his expression did not change, he just stretched out his hands and spread his palms to Zheng Siming and continued: "Then I will give you two choices, one is about transvestites out of control, and the other is about fetish out of control, which one do you choose?" ”

Inside the house, it was as bright as the midday sun, but the temperature dropped rapidly, as if it was about to condense the flowing air together.

Zheng Siming's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Manager Zhang's outstretched hands, his fists clenched tightly.

The watch on his wrist vibrated again, faster than the previous one, and even sounded a "Dididi" alarm.

The loose costume on his body also agitated with the vibration of his watch, as if he had been filled with air inside.

Manager Zhang did not show any fear, but had some expectations.

But at this time, Zheng Siming's chest vibrated and his mobile phone rang.

The temperature in the room began to return to normal, the watch quieted down, and the constantly agitated costume calmed down.

What Manager Zhang was expecting did not happen, and he was obviously a little disappointed.

"Sorry, take the phone."

Zheng Siming glanced at the 2.4-inch mobile phone screen, the caller was Peng Zhizhuan, he pressed the answer button, and then heard a more frightened voice from the earpiece.

"No... Oh no. Zheng. Investigator Zheng, in the room of Building 2, a corpse suddenly appeared out of thin air! ”

。。。。。。

When Fang Zhe saw Zheng Siming come out of the bar, he felt as if he had seen Jesus.

He wanted to ask, I endured it for half an hour, do you know how I spent this half hour!

The middle-aged man who was polluted by Fang Zhe's spirit also seemed to see a savior, he quickly stood up and stopped in front of Zheng Siming, forced out a smile and said, "Code! ”

Who knows, Zheng Siming just had a calm face: "Get out." ”

The middle-aged man sat back in his place aggrievedly, and the quiet girl glared at Zheng Siming, and then hurried to comfort the man who was sobbing.

Fang Zhe followed behind Zheng Siming and shrugged his shoulders, he felt a little sorry for the middle-aged man.

The fat man shifted his position with difficulty, he was so much faster than he had been at the beginning that he couldn't even bother to eat a popsicle, and his small eyes watched the two evil stars leave.

As soon as he walked out of the door of the bar, Zheng Siming took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Hey, it's me, Zheng Siming, the first-level search officer of the command and operations department, the surveillance level of 'Wine 8' has been reduced to a level of light green, yes, I said it." ”

Then, the car started and drove out of the alley.

In the basement of the bar, Manager Zhang is still sitting in the boss's chair, and the lights in the room are still bright.

Except for the small brown door that seemed to be embedded in the wall, it was not closed, and he could clearly see everything outside from where he was sitting.

The smile on his face was very gratifying.

At this time, a woman wearing a long black dress and short black hair walked straight in under the leadership of a man in a suit.

It is a little strange that the man in the suit is holding an umbrella in his hand, and the appearance of the man in the suit is different from the two men in the suit who searched Zheng Siming before.

The woman's skin was sickly white, the bangs on her forehead were neatly built, and the eyes with heavy black eyeshadow glanced at the room casually, and then took out two pitch-black pistols out of nowhere.

In an instant, the sound was heard, and there was a ghost crying wolf outside the door, and fragments of the exploding light bulb fell like rain.

The man in black had already held up the umbrella, and the splinters cut through the black fabric of the umbrella, as well as the skin on his cheeks and arms, but they did not hurt the people under the umbrella in the slightest.

After seeing that the room was no longer so bright, she said expressionlessly, "It's too bright." ”

A cold tone, a cold expression.

Manager Zhang smiled wryly, he glanced out of the door with some concern, and only after finding that there was nothing too abnormal did he speak: "Uh, my eldest lady, I have already told the investigator all the information according to your instructions, but I am just curious, why do I have to stimulate him?" ”

The woman didn't reply, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

The phone was quickly connected, and the woman clicked on the speakerphone again, and then, a gentle, comfortable-sounding male voice came out: "Hey, Yangyang, is the matter done?" ”

The woman shook her head at the air, as if the person who spoke was standing in front of her: "No, this blind man seems to have a lot of questions, you can answer it, I'm tired." ”

Liu Liang's wry voice came from the other end of the phone, and then the microphone came out: "Hi, hello, Manager Zhang, I think you know who I am." ”

Manager Zhang was stunned for a moment, as one of the places where the intelligence was collected, he naturally knew who the person who made the voice was, the "fire sacrificer" who committed two cases and was directly listed as an A-level runaway person by the Abnormal Crime Processing Bureau, Liu Liang.

He swallowed and asked the question again: "Uh, Liu... Mr. Liu, I'm just curious why I had to provoke the investigator who asked for information. ”

"Well, that's fun. And I also want to test it, besides, if the first-level investigator is out of control in the 'restaurant', the processing bureau will definitely pay attention to it, you don't want to lower the level of surveillance, and when the time comes, the processing bureau will definitely meet you, and even, you can also put forward some other things you want as compensation, such as, the expansion of the storefront, the supply of materials, and the protection of personnel? ”

Liu Liang's voice was very gentle, but in Manager Zhang's ears at this time, he seemed to hear the demon prescribing all kinds of tempting conditions.

Indeed, the other things that Liu Liang mentioned were what Manager Zhang had been looking forward to.

He even really felt that it was a pity that Zheng Siming didn't do it just now, instead of pretending to be like before.

Forcibly calming down, Manager Zhang spoke again: "I'm not questioning you, but, if you really tell them the intelligence, the surveillance level will be lowered?" ”

Liu Liang smiled on the other end of the phone, he played with the gold wire hanging on the temples and said: "Of course, and soon, it is estimated that you will call when you go out, and in about five minutes, those surveillance personnel outside your store will be withdrawn." ”

"If you don't believe me, can you send someone out to have a look, or can you go out and see it yourself?"

Manager Zhang shook his head and sneered: "No, no, I believe in you, but I sold the plan of that hospital in this way, I don't know if you know, the strength of that hospital is terrifying... They.. They won't bother me with this shop, and I'll have to protect the customers outside. ”

"Horror? Don't worry, I'm even more terrifying. ”

As if he didn't believe Manager Zhang, Liu Liang added: "Bronze Tree, you know, we are also going to take action." ”

phone, hung up. The gothic woman and the man in the suit with the umbrella are gone.

Inside, it was silent and dim, all the light bulbs were shattered, and shards of glass were scattered all over the floor.

Manager Zhang sat slumped in his chair, and he looked at the guests who had returned to normal outside, his face full of sadness.

He silently took off his sunglasses, and suddenly squeezed out a pair of eyes that were full of whites, and there were two pitch-black pupils connected together.

The four eyeballs rolled, and he exhaled a long breath and muttered, "It's messy, it's going to be messy." ”