For Leonrad, the cancellation of his vacation was irritating, but he also understood the special nature of his job, and it had long been decided that it would be difficult for him to enjoy the life of an ordinary person.

About three years ago, Mr. Lewillard was an agent for the F.B.I., and now he serves for a mysterious organization called the Editorial Committee on human history. …… When it comes to the background of this mysterious organization, it should be an organization similar to the "Men in Black" and "Ghostbusters", mainly dealing with some paranormal events that ordinary investigation departments cannot intervene in.

Leonrad is a top graduate of the University of Maryland, majoring in physics and also having a degree in forensic science, and he has an excellent "career experience" that has led him to his current job.

When he arrived, his old partner was leaning against the door with a cigarette in his mouth. This bastard is an old smoking gun, and that's what Renrad thought when they first met, because he carefully noticed that the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, which he often smoked, were yellow, and at all times, this Guy Smulders had a faint smell of tar all over his body.

This man is comparable to a rugby player, he looks taller and more powerful than ordinary people, and he is not a good-looking person. A graduate of the West Berlin Military Academy, he has spent the last 30 years in the army and the secret service, and it is because of this experience that he has been entrusted with the important task he is entrusted with.

"You're finally here, Renrad, you're at least forty minutes late."

"Half an hour, I was going to take my children and wife to the West Coast for a vacation, and a phone call from you made everything go to waste."

Walking side by side, the two lifted the door with the yellow cordon tape and made their way to the lower level of the Aiglerly Experimental Building.

"Don't you use the elevator?"

"The power line is still being repaired, and the lights can't even be lit, and this place is temporarily blocked by our people."

As soon as the two entered the staircase of the basement, they saw a large number of C-class personnel wearing protective suits, removing all traces.

They set up makeshift lights and were busy up and down the staircase. Most of the C-class personnel were responsible for a lot of work and were busy, but the attentive Lewrad was pleased to find that he had not seen the bodies that had been transported.

Because of his work, Renrad always encountered that bad state of affairs, all kinds of rotting, stinking corpses.

To be honest, he didn't like corpses, and although he was a forensic doctor, he didn't like to do autopsies or write injury files.

Finding that no body had been brought up also made him feel a little uneasy.

"So, there are no dead people this time?"

What a blessing in misfortune! He even spoke in a lighter tone.

Guy Smulders scoffed at his concerns.

"You mean the dead...... What should I say, thanks to the blessing of a certain supervisor, and the order to 'take action and kill in extreme circumstances', including a small detachment of the 'Cutting-edge' tactical special service team, a total of twelve excellent personnel, and thirty ordinary civilians marked as 'dangerous elements' here, all went to see God together a few hours ago. ”

"Tactics Task Force 'Tipster', isn't that one from Chief Wharton?"

He remembered that it was as if he had just been promoted, and he was probably in a hurry to perform before he gave such a reckless order. No...... Not necessarily, the kind of elite who can rise to that position is probably due to extraordinary thought, and there may be some hidden intentions behind their seemingly strange actions.

This involves one of the most despicable and shameless studies of human beings, which is called "political operation", and the complex, entangled, and artificially contrived network of interpersonal relationships pursued by such "learning". So a lot of times, it's very different from what we normal people are used to – in the world of politics, black is not black, white is not white, "right" is sometimes wrong, "wrong" is sometimes right, and that's a mode of survival that people like Leonrad and Guy hate very much, and it's also a circle of trouble that they try to avoid getting involved in.

"Renrad, Guy, you're here."

From the staircase gate on the third floor stood a tall black man, dressed in a brown trench coat, with a bald head and thin cheekbones, who could be described as a maverick.

Barely taking into account his strange southern accent and his dark red eyes that emerged in the darkness, he knew who was coming from the footsteps of the pointed-toe shoes he was wearing.

"Joshua."

Lellard didn't know much about this man, but he was his own superior and that of Guy Smulders, and for the past three years, all mission-related questions had been communicated to them by the man named "Joshua".

"Someone screwed up the incident by bringing us here?"

Guy whistled.

"That has nothing to do with me or with you. Your job is the same as in the past, identifying, searching, analyzing, and using everything you have learned in your years of work to help us figure out what happened. ”

Joshua spoke lightly, his eyes revealing a cold cruelty, and a completely uninterested attitude in the state of affairs. To put it simply, it is business-like, unmixed with other opinions, and is as perfect as the standard textbook for clerks in the federal government.

…… I don't know why? Leonrad always had a feeling that he could never fully trust Joshua as a man.

Although Joshua is their immediate boss, there is so much secrecy in his personality that both he and Guy are suspicious of many of his approaches.

"Okay, let's talk about what happened."

Guy clasped his hands to his chest, he knew that the attitude of the two of them towards Joshua didn't mean anything.

"You come with me......"

Joshua led the two and pushed open the door.

"The information of Aigleri Technology has already been sent to you, it is a subsidiary of the energy department, and the foundation is very clean, we can basically assume that this matter has little to do with the company."

When the three of them entered the third basement floor, they smelled a faint smell of ozone.

It's like the smell of ozone after lightning and thunder in a storm, and the faint smell of burnt protein.

Guy's nose is very sensitive, and he also smells a faint smell of blood, it seems that there was indeed a battle here, no, it should be said that pure slaughter.

"Team A of the 'Tipster' tactical task force raided the place, they shot and killed dozens of people, and in fact this three-story underground garage was transformed into a 'ceremonial scene' by Aigleli Technologies by Experiment Supervisor Lawrence and former employee Dr. George, forgive my misuse of words, but that's all I can say about the ridiculous facts that happened here......"

"Their actions couldn't end later, and it is estimated that when they destroyed this 'carnival party', they were met with some kind of countermeasures......

Leonrad sighed, it wasn't the first time he had experienced such an anomalous event, and he could only make such a judgment. I am afraid that it was the misjudgment of the "cutting-edge" on the action and the unnecessary measures that induced the escalation of the situation, but even so, it should not be him and Guy who should come forward. They are investigators, and they are dealing with personnel investigations, paranormal phenomena, and I am afraid that more special experts will need to solve them.

"Almost."

In a brief reply, Joshu nodded as he continued: "The reason for this is that Lawrence, the head of the experiment, and Dr. George, a former employee, are spreading a special kind of knowledge, which they claim is a 'great knowledge' We have raided Dr. George's home, found the information on his computer, as well as the data from the research, and found that they do have some 'forbidden knowledge' that should not be known to humans. ”