The old man helplessly watched the middle-aged man lying on the sofa in an extremely bewitching posture, with his chest and hips raised, like a beautiful woman lying on the couch, stretching out his right hand one by one...... buckled to his feet. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Colonel had to tolerate the two hundred and five who were in his office as if no one was around, pulling up his trouser legs, revealing his thick hairy legs, and putting his stinky feet on the leather sofa, picking at his feet and complaining that the sofa was a bargain...... As long as he doesn't touch the fingers of the girl who has finished picking his feet, it's fine.

"Are there any results from the investigation?" The middle-aged man put his index finger in front of his nose and sniffed, "What caused this attack?" ”

"Did you see Anna's child's report?" The colonel resisted the urge to bombard, and said in his heart that as long as you don't put that finger in your mouth, I'll put up with it.

"She thinks there's something controlling the marauders...... But is it possible? The middle-aged man began to reach the wine glass on the coffee table, "There is no precedent or record of hunter swarms in history, and it is one of our basic understandings of hunters as creatures...... That is, all hunters act alone, they have no social form and organizational structure, and they are unlikely to form a large community with a clear division of labor like an ant colony or a bee colony. ”

"That's the observation record so far." The old man shook his head, "Another basic thing we know about hunters...... That is, the hunter cannot speculate or assert. ”

"If those marauders were just worker bees, what kind of monster would this queen bee be?" The middle-aged man asked, "A hunter more advanced than a marauder?" Is that the killer? ”

"I don't know." Sean shook his head, "We can't even be sure of the real existence of the killer, after all, I am the only witness, and I haven't seen the whole picture of it...... The Hummingbird team and the Enforcement Department are working on a search of all restricted areas around the security zone, but so far nothing has been found. ”

"So...... You don't have any clues? ”

The Colonel glanced up at him, opened the drawer, took out the folder, and handed it to the other man.

The middle-aged man flipped through the papers, and there was a black-and-white photo and form printed on the paper, and the man in the photo stared at the camera with a fierce face...... This is a person's profile, and under the photo is a dense resume.

"John Jones, one of our heads of the Executive Department, served in the 75th Ranger Regiment of the U.S. Army, and his immediate boss is an old acquaintance of mine." "On the day we were attacked, this man's team was patrolling outside the security zone, and we received a distress signal from him who claimed that his partner had suddenly disappeared and his whereabouts were unknown...... Based on the recordings of the communications, we speculate that he had gone deep into the restricted area alone to search for his companions, but when the security rescue team arrived to find him, he was lying unconscious on the street...... Here is the original soundtrack of the recording. ”

The colonel got up, turned on the computer, turned the volume up to the highest, and started playing audio.

There was silence in the office.

The middle-aged man listened to the recording in silence and shrunk his shoulders, "It's really like an audio track from a horror movie...... What about his partner? Is he the only one? ”

"Scott Glenn, his co-gang and head of the Enforcement Department, a former member of the U.S. Marine Corps, disappeared during a routine patrol mission, and we determined him to be M.I.A, or missing-in-action, and his whereabouts during the battle were unknown." The old man closed the computer, "We searched that block, and we didn't find a second person except John Jones. ”

"Where is this John Jones now?"

"In the psychiatric department of the hospital." Sean replied, "He's mentally deranged. ”

"Insane?" The middle-aged man was stunned, "How did you do it?" ”

"To be precise, it should be the mental cognitive impairment and deep coma caused by intense shock." The old man replied, "To put it simply, it's just stupid." ”

"What?" The middle-aged man glared, "Scared silly?" Did he hit a ghost? ”

"What he bumped into...... I'm afraid it's weirder than a ghost. The colonel got up and opened the drawer, took out the second document and handed it to him, "The end brain has performed deep hypnosis and mind reading on him, and this is the result. ”

The middle-aged man flipped through the folder and muttered the word, "Chainsaw...... Murderer? ”

Sean sat down, "I don't know what that means, but it's true. ”

"Wow...... It turns out that Anna is actually behind all this? Is she a spy and an undercover agent sent by hunters to break into our interior? The middle-aged man exclaimed, "Do you want me to arrest her and torture her fiercely, so that she can shake out all the previous *** behaviors......"

"I don't recommend that you do that." "If you try to do something to her, she'll not hesitate to press you to the ground and shoot you...... You can't beat her, the kid is the academy's champion in grappling and hand-to-hand combat, and can dislocate a grown man's wrists in three seconds. ”

The middle-aged man shrank, "Damn, that little girl is so ruthless?" ”

"We can't be sure if what John Jones saw really has anything to do with the manipulators who attacked the college." The Colonel ignored the two-hundred-and-five, "If Anna's speculation is correct, then there must be a monster near the safe zone that we have never seen before...... All we're going to do is find that thing and kill it. ”

The middle-aged man looked up at the ceiling, "More and more inexplicable things appeared near the academy...... It's unsettling. ”

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The girl was lying flat alone in the dark, with no lights on in the room, and the only light source was a green indicator of wireless headphones that flashed faintly on the table.

A large, white stuffed teddy bear sat on the floor next to the bed, two button-like black eyes staring fixedly at the opposite wall.

Phoebe didn't sleep, she lay motionless on the bed with her eyes open, but her pupils were hollow.

This is the habit of girls...... She's sorting through her memories.

Fragments of dim and blurry images flashed before her eyes, all kinds of chaotic sounds filled the surroundings, streets, gravel, rubble, ground, meaningless pictures shook and switched wildly, footsteps, breathing, collisions, all kinds of noises mixed together, the girl seemed to be watching an old movie that had been cut out randomly, and the image quality was so poor that her eyes were full of noise.

This is John Jones's memory.

John Jones was terrified, his memory was extremely confused, and Phoebe extracted the fragments of images and sounds that were out of order, and she needed to piece together the disorganized pieces of information, like trying to restore a scrambled puzzle piece to the final clear image.

She wondered what the man had seen...... That monster may be hidden in the thousands of fragments.

The girl slowly closed her eyes, and she began to immerse herself in the film, and the whole person fell towards the vast sea of information.