Chapter Seventy-Two: Coercion and Inducement

There were more people in this observation post than I could have imagined, and after leaving the training range, I was able to truly enter the interior, where there was a constant stream of personnel, walking on the passageway, all kinds of incomprehensible equipment flashing, and the researchers holding the report walked quickly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 ο½‰ο½Žfo

The security here is also very perfect, the inky blue paper figure staggered ahead, leading us through one security gate after another, the journey took us a total of 20 minutes, along the way the old people were asking me some short questions from parents, and finally we stood in front of a red black metal gate about three meters high and two meters wide.

"We're here, you wait for the afterlife, I'll enter it...... Eh, what's the secret called? "The old man should have wanted to say the password, but he forgot the word, and now he is lying on the input keyboard on the door and worrying.

Seeing the old man like this, the ink-colored paper man staggered to his feet and patted his leg with his hand.

"Hey, I'm old, I really don't have any memory, Xiaolan, come and enter it for me...... What's the secret? ”

The paper man lowered his head and shook his head as if sighing, pushed the old man away, walked under the keyboard by himself, jumped up all of a sudden, brushed and brushed, and entered a series of numbers in three times and five divided by two.

The surface of the gate was full of various dents and scratches, but it gave a gentle stone-like texture, and I was just about to look silently when the door slowly opened to both sides with the snapping sound of mechanical gears.

"Thank you, Xiaolan, hahaha, I'm old after all." The old man touched the head of the little paper man, took my hand and said to me, "Hou Sheng, coming here is my home, come in and sit, come." ”

"Yes, okay grandpa." I answered and followed the old man inside.

It was very dark inside, except for a clear glass walkway with a faint light underfoot, and one leading to a deeper place.

"Excuse me, are we on a bridge now? But there wasn't even a guardrail...... "I stood on the edge of the boardwalk and looked down, my eyes were full of pure darkness, and I didn't know what would be down there.

"Housheng, don't stand too far away, it's a bit troublesome if you fall, there is not a single rock in this pit 30,000 zhang down, you can't see anything normal."

"Thirty thousand?!" I was taken aback, you must know that one zhang can be more than 3 meters, 30,000 zhang...... The average thickness of the earth's crust is 17 kilometers.

The old man saw what I was thinking, walked in front and said with a smile, "Do you know the Heaven Opening Axe in the hands of the ancient Pangu God?" According to legend, the axe is 33,000 zhang wide, 3,300 zhang thick, and 66,000 zhang long...... Do you calculate how much is 30,000 zhang? ”

Although the "Ancient Flood ......" is a legend, if you really want to say so, how big that Pangu is, I don't dare to imagine, in short, just in front of this pit, I am incomparably small.

"Housheng, in this world, we are just a float in the sea, disdainful of eternity, don't think so negatively, okay, we're almost there."

"We are all ......" although the old man knows how to read minds, likes to peek into people's hearts at will, but people do not feel excessive at all, on the contrary, after he said so, I actually feel that my mind has reached a level, this is the so-called "watching the mountains and aiming high." ”

At the end of the boardwalk, there was an old-fashioned wooden door, which could not be closed, and was barely locked by an even more old-fashioned copper lock.

The old man took out the key, opened the door and invited me in, the house was filled with a strong smell of alabaster, the old man turned on the light, and I saw that the layout inside was the same as my grandfather's house when I was a child - a stove, a bed, a table, and everything else was a few pieces of plastic bottles or something.

"I'll make you some tea." The old man was polite, and took out two washed faded enamel cups from the stove.

"No, you don't! No! Actually, I'm more like going home now. ”

"Huh? Are you going to leave now? I'm also going to cook for you and leave you for a meal, how can this be a good ......" Without waiting or talking, this old man is like my grandfather's generation, leaving a strong atmosphere of the times.

"If you want to leave, I can't stay with the old man...... Let's get down to business, Blue! Little Blue? ”

The little paper figure jumped in front of me, and the two pieces of paper on my chest opened again, and I thought I was going to release the giant "dragon" just now, but this time it was a paperwork sticking out.

It's also strange to say, if it was one of the paper figures in the jeep, I could easily see the ghosts inside, but this little paper figure, I can't see clearly what is housed inside.

"What is this?" I took the paperwork, looked at the title on it, and read it word by word: "National Security Sixth Bureau...... Special Personnel ...... Recruitment contract?! ”

"I don't understand those words, it's all made by that little girl, which probably means that you are going to be our catcher."

"Me? But I'm not here for this, old man, can you tell me more about what you're doing here? NSA? ”

"This is a yamen, different from the yamen in the world, our yamen is in charge of spirits and ghosts, you know."

"I seem to understand it......" Just like in the novel "Men in Black", according to him, this is a place where the government specializes in dealing with supernatural creatures, no wonder there are such things as werewolves.

The old man continued, "In the afterlife, I have been secretly observing you since you came, and you have a powerful evil spirit in your body, and you are connected to his soul, so that you can not only have great power, but also live and rest like a normal person, so that you can hide in the world and catch evil spirits, plus the little spirit in your hand that you tamed...... That's why I decided to hire you to be the catcher here. ”

"But I really don't want to!" It turned out that helping Li Yin catch some harmless ghosts almost killed me several times, but this time I directly became a "fast catcher", I want to meet a few more "Jiangyang thieves", I can still have my life?!

Seeing that I was a little hesitant, the old man immediately came over and said, "Housheng, I don't know, do you love this Chinese land?" ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦ I love it......"

"Good." The old man stroked the braid behind him to the front, "We were favored by the Chinese Dragon Mother four hundred years ago, entered the Central Plains, unified the mountains and rivers, and were also proud to be the sons and daughters of China, and wanted to turn China into a rich and powerful country, but it was just ......"

"It's just that the descendants of us are not filial, and the Chinese dragon vein is damaged, which makes the dragon mother fall asleep and repeats the mistake of the five chaotic Hua! Lose power and humiliate the country, and deserve to suffer the infamy of eternity. I can hear it, and the old man's heart here is full of helplessness.

"In the next life, you have grown up in the earthly world so far, you may not know, just the number of monsters and ghosts doing evil in the world is far more than you imagined, not to mention anything else, you should have heard of Lun Gong, right?"

I was not born when Lun Zi Gong was at its peak, but from my childhood memories, the streets and alleys were selling discs and "teachings" of Wheel Gong, and many people did not hesitate to commit suicide for this reason, it was indeed a frenzy of the times.

"O posterity, this is why we need manpower so badly. In a practical sense, we can't afford to treat every one of us here. ”

"Old man, really, I'm just a student, I'm not unpatriotic, but if I want to be a national security officer now, I'm afraid I'm ......"

"Housheng, hey-" The old man hesitated for a moment and said: "Your surname is Feng, your grandfather's name is Feng Bingrong, your father is Feng Sheng, and your mother Yang Shuying...... Right. ”

"What do you mean, old man?"

"Your grandfather, the head of the Jiangnan Ghost Gate; Your father, a genius of the Jiangnan Ghost Gate; Your mother, the daughter of Yaoguang Gu Po...... "Do you know what happens to everyone who is related to the ghost sect and Gu Po in our place?"

The atmosphere became more serious at this moment.

"That'sβ€”deathβ€”" The old man's face turned pale, and he read it word by word.

The chill of slaughter also surged into my heart at this time.