In front of him, a strange officer with a stern expression stood on the high platform of the B12 armored command vehicle.

Wearing sunglasses and mint-flavored xylitol in his mouth, he was looking down at us with a disdainful face.

"Take a break... Attention! ”

"Old chief, I have assigned all the members of the 'Spirit Eradication Squad' to me for three days. ”

"What I hold in my hand is a military order."

He waved his hand from his waist.

I pulled out a yellowish piece of paper, even though I couldn't make out the handwriting on it.

But above, the palm-sized "military seal" is scarlet and eye-catching.

"All of them."

"Take a break, stand upright."

"Goal, explore the front.

"Abandon the suspicious second-floor obstacle and go."

With the platoon commander at the front, and the handover of the "strange officer" wearing an ink-colored military uniform was completed.

Order.

All the comrades-in-arms around him marched forward quickly with uniform steps.

It was just me, still stupidly frozen, unaware of what was happening.

The radio station behind him.

Suddenly.

The communicator on his ear came with a familiar voice.

"Hummingbird, what are you doing, carrying out a mission."

The roar of the platoon commander, accompanied by the screeching of radio waves, came into my mind.

The pain made me scream.

I subconsciously covered my ears with my hands.

Hurriedly follow their pace.

The voice of the unfamiliar officer gradually came from behind him.

"This kid is also a talent..., I heard that he was a man in the army for three years, and was later transferred to the "Spirit Removal Squad". ”

"What's your name?"

In the communicator in my ear.

Suddenly.

The voice of the unfamiliar officer behind him rang out.

I was a little surprised.

Again.

Alone, stunned in place.

After a while.

From the communicator, his voice came again, with a tone of surprise and disdain.

"It's interesting..., the superior talked to you, did you treat it like this?"

I woke up suddenly.

Hurriedly whispered to the communication microphone on the side of his mouth.

"Report, I... My name is Ganzi, and I belong to the Communication Department of the Spirit Removal Squad, codename... Hummingbird. ”

"Ganzi, what are you doing?"

The platoon commander, this time almost roared.

He was really angry, his fists clenched firmly, and there was a crisp sound of rubbing his fingers.

"It's... Be! ”

I trotted over, without raising my head, and kept up with the crowd.

For fear of seeing the platoon commander, his eyes were almost on fire.

"When the task is completed, I have to clean you up."

The platoon commander whispered to me.

I pretended not to hear, but held the communication device in my hand firmly in the palm of my hand.

When the comrades-in-arms beside him poured into the dilapidated ruins in front of him.

I suddenly observed.

The weather was gray, and endless dark clouds came up in an instant.

The rain "ticked" and fell on the shoulders and bare skin.

With a burning sensation.

"It's acid rain."

I was afraid that I would be "platoon commander" again and be named.

Hurriedly and without hesitation, poured into the ruins of the small building.

This is an old building standing in the center of the city.

Although it looks very shabby, its layout, at that time, only foreigners would choose to build in such a style.

Most of them are wealthy businessmen from abroad.

I was suddenly curious.

There is almost nothing unusual about this dilapidated small building in front of me.

Breaking in, there is a Van Gogh painting hanging in the hall directly in front of you.

Although, I can't name the painting, but I seem to have been, at a very young age.

I saw it in the textbook, so I was quite impressed by it.

At the foot of the column on both sides, hanging cobwebs, and cracks all over the house, can already be confirmed.

It's been a long, long time, and no one has cleaned or lived there.

I was stunned, in the center of the hall.

Quietly, instruments and equipment were turned out from behind.

The whole team is dressed in white robes, and the equipment is excellent, which is the "family background" of the old chief. ”

What I am holding in my hand is an underground detector that can detect if there is anything unusual within a distance of three meters underground.

As the monitor rises, tiny radio waves diffuse.

I suddenly found that the space under my feet was incomparably hollow, so empty that it was outrageous.

Almost beyond the size of the entire building.

I broke out in a cold sweat and just wanted to report to the platoon commander.

Ear.

The voices of comrades-in-arms suddenly resounded throughout the hall.

"Report platoon commander."

"Upstairs on the second floor, a total of six rooms were found, but all of them were without exception..., hit... No, it doesn't open. ”

His code name is Leng Feng, for so long.

I've always called him "Brother Leng"

He was also dressed in a white robe.

I have a relationship with this kid on the bunk bed.

In the whole team, he and I were the only ones who walked the closest.

In terms of fitness, everyone on the team can beat me.

On the merits of war.

The record they set.

Badge taken.

I have nothing but appreciation.

I followed, behind the platoon commander, and he ascended to the second floor step by step.

I want to find an opportunity to report the situation.

The floor under your feet, creaking when you step on it, dust falling on your face.

Barely choked me to death.

The six doors mentioned by Leng Feng are neatly arranged in the corridor on the second floor.

One after the other, lined up in a straight line.

The platoon commander, with doubts on his face, tugged on the handle of the iron door with his hand.

The soldier next to him said softly: "Report to the platoon commander, I've tried any method, but I can't open it." ”

"Do you need blasting assistance?"

The platoon commander waved his hand, fingers on the brass doorknob, fumbled.

Suddenly.

He jerked a little.

I was a little surprised when I heard a voice in my ears.

The iron door opened.

Behind the door, there is a blue brick wall, which firmly seals the entrance.

"This..."

Leng Feng next to him also sensed that something was not right.

The dust above the head is fluttering and sprinkling.

In the air, floating.

"Platoon leader, behind the load-bearing wall, an unknown mezzanine is found."

"The specific space is unknown, whether it will be demolished."

The voices of the comrades-in-arms downstairs reached everyone's ears.

"Demolition!"

"I'd like to see what this place is all about."

The platoon commander responded, turned around and glanced at the wall behind the door.

He hurried down the stairs.

I looked at the wall in front of me and couldn't help but be a little curious.

Who the hell would put the whole room door and brick it to death?

What kind of ulterior secrets are there?

Suddenly, my mind quickly assumed multiple images.

"Perhaps, this is a rich man's residence."

"The wall behind the door.

Hiding the truth that the murderer's nanny killed him and then abandoned his body".

"My brain seems to have a natural penchant for making assumptions that don't depend on reality."

Until my hand.

I couldn't help but stroke the blue brick wall in front of me.

The cold touch irritated my nerves.

Suddenly.

I seemed to see the center of the wall.

There is a red brick, which is slowly retreating.

It's like someone standing inside and jerking one of the red bricks.

"Click, click..., red bricks on the wall."

Like a tidal wave, strange music echoes in my ears.

"It's Haydn's symphony of consternation."

It's this small two-story building, the dead owner, playing.

I was shocked by my own fantasies, and I broke out in a cold sweat, and suddenly the platoon commander's assembly whistle sounded in my ears.

The Spirit Removal Team is subordinate to the direct line of the old chief.

There are 23 people in the team.

Except for me.

Each one of them has a special skill.

So when everyone gathered downstairs, I knew that everyone must have found something.

With a bang, the entire hall was covered with dust.

A black hole.

Along with it, the stone steps that had been laid were already laid, and they went down the edge.

A thunderclap.

Suddenly, in the outside world, it resounded in the air.

Like a sharp sword, it slashed into my heart.

I recall.

The moment the whole team stepped into this strange second floor, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

It rains acid rain that can easily destroy crops.

"Could this be a coincidence?"