He didn't ask more, picked up his cup and took a sip of verbena tea.

I was about to continue my quiet knock when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Duras frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?" ”

A nervous reply came from outside the door, "Sir, we've found Volunteer 021." ”

He shook his hand and stood up excitedly, "Where?" ”

"In the cistern of the storeroom!"

"Reservoir?" Duras's voice was very surprised, and after a moment of silence, his face showed a complicated expression, "Take me to see." ”

I just took a few steps forward, glanced at the two of us with a slight look, and finally seemed to have made a decision, "Mr. Night Silence, if you are interested, go along." See for yourself, and I'll explain to you about the Night Peak team in the future. ”

I nodded, and took Li Mengyue out of the room with him. Outside the door stood a young man in a thick down jacket, with a restrained face, and at first glance he knew that he was a secretary.

He led the group of three to the storehouse, which was already surrounded by armed men with loaded guns. After Duras had passed, the soldiers respectfully showed a way and watched him go to the roof of the storehouse.

This storehouse was supposed to be used to store hay, so it was built very large. The cistern on the roof is filled with water for the entire farm. Due to the sparsely populated area of Siberia, it is impossible to have water pipes everywhere, and because of the climate, water pipes are prone to severe deterioration, so every household far from the villages and towns has installed such facilities. Water is pumped from an electric steel tube well buried more than 20 meters deep underground and stored in a reservoir. Every faucet on the farm is eventually connected to the cistern.

A large hole had been dug into the top of the originally sealed cistern, and five men dressed as researchers were busy scooping up something inside.

"Situation?" Duras asked the secretary next to him, using English.

"It's bad." He glanced at me and the guardian, and stopped talking.

"Speak in detail." Duras ordered.

"Yes, sir." The secretary lowered his head and flipped through the notepad, "Fifteen minutes ago, Brother 0137 turned on the faucet and was about to take a bath, but he didn't expect a stream of bloody water to gush out of the water pipe, and he hurriedly reported. The research team took a sample of blood from the water pipe and quickly determined that the DNA of the blood matched 98% of Volunteer 021. Confirm that the blood is from Volunteer No. 021! ”

"No. 021, disappeared a month and a half ago?" Duras asked.

"Yes, sir." The secretary replied.

"What about others? Alive, or dead? Duras asked again.

"In the cistern, sir!"

He walked over and looked into the cistern, immediately frowning. I followed, climbed the scaffold and looked down, and before I could see clearly, a foul smell immediately rushed over me, and the unpleasant smell was almost suffocating. When I saw the scene of the reservoir clearly, even if I had seen the wind and waves, I couldn't help but feel stomach juice rolling.

I saw pieces of flesh floating on the surface of the water in the cistern, most of the water had been dyed dark red, and the blood was mixed with streams of cyan substance, and it was impossible to tell whether it was mold or something else. And the so-called No. 021 volunteer has long been cut into this kind of minced meat, cut very evenly, as if it has been filtered by fishing, and each piece of meat is only the size of an eye.

Humans are divided into tiny chunks that look like the carcasses of cats and dogs that they are unrecognizable. If it weren't for the fact that I had heard about the identification of the DNA in advance, I would not have believed that the source of the countless pieces of flesh floating in the water was the human body.

"The DNA results are 98 percent similar? Why is it so inaccurate? Duras looked back, seemingly indifferent to the deaths of his men and more concerned with the accuracy of the data.

"The research department believes that two percent of the DNA cannot be identified and does not belong to humans, nor does it belong to any DNA structure known to humans." The secretary looked apprehensive.

He sighed, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the research department to inquire in person, and you can send Mr. and Ye back to the room first." ”

After Duras finished speaking, he looked at me apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have some errands to deal with, so please go back to your room and wait for a while." In an hour and a half, I'll come and explain to you in person. ”

I didn't speak, trying to suppress the ** that my stomach wanted to vomit.

"Mr. Nightfall, please." The secretary made a 'please' gesture and sent us back to our room, and after seeing us enter the door, he found a few fighters with submachine guns to guard the door of the house, and then left in a hurry.

I sat in the bedroom, looked at Li Mengyue, who was expressionless on the side, and smiled bitterly. The word volunteer is very subtle, and it is estimated that the nature of my cousin Yefeng is the same as that 021, but I hope it doesn't end up the same. Alas, things seem to have gotten complicated. Originally, I thought that with my cousin's wisdom and skills, I should be able to cope with no matter how difficult the situation is, but the purpose of my coming here is just to add a layer of insurance.

But as I witnessed the disgusting appearance of No. 021's death, I vaguely felt that there was a kind of force majeure in my cousin's disappearance. Duras should also be thinking about whether to tell me the truth, their organizational structure should be quite complex, and many things are not up to him alone.

But such a huge organization is actually me, and even Yang Junfei's detective agency has never been in contact with. It's kind of incredible.

An hour and a half later, when Duras came over, the discussions they organized on me should have come to fruition. No amount of speculation is useless, so let's wait quietly.

The clock on the opposite side passed minute by minute, and I saw through the window the soldiers guarding the door cursing, and some even showed nervousness. It's likely that word of 021's death has spread, and they're also in fear. In this way, it is not without purpose that the organization's temporary base was established here. Perhaps the disappearance of my cousin, as well as the death of that 021 volunteer, was due to this seemingly mundane Siberian building.

The dead volunteer was numbered 021, which means that he already had 20 volunteers. I don't know what my cousin's number is?

The wind was still blowing, and I was bored, and an hour and a half seemed like a century. Finally, when the hour and minute hands of the clock pointed to 9:45, there was a knock at the door......

Human beings are inertial creatures, after all, all objects have inertia, and they have to maintain their original state of motion or stationary state. Just like the habitual thinking that humans have!

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