The elevator came to a steady stop in the display lights on the thirteenth floor, and the four of us looked at each other with a big head and a throat thump.

"This elevator is too evil, why does it stop on an unlucky floor."

"How?" I'm a little puzzled.

"Thirteen layers, 13, 13 is the most unlucky number in foreign horror movies, and it is often accompanied by ghost horror plots or something."

"According to this logic, thirteen should be an auspicious number for us." Zhou was reluctant to put forward the opposite opinion.

"And how?" I was even more puzzled.

It is rare for Zhou to be unwilling to be good at something, she shook her finger very proudly: "In Buddhism, 13 is an auspicious and noble number, representing the completion of merit, such as the Potala Palace is thirteen floors." The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor, perhaps a sign that we would be able to solve the problem and leave the hospital satisfactorily. ”

"No, according to the truth that the worst premonition is often the most achievable, I am inclined to this 13 is the most taboo number in the West, and there must be nothing good waiting for us." Big heads compete against each other.

Both of them have a lot of truth in what they say, Zhou is unwilling to have some research on Buddhism, and it is said that the family is a devout Buddhist (but she herself does not believe in religion. ）。 Datou is a loyal fan of horror movies, especially foreign horror films, and has a deep-seated fear of the number 13 in his mind. They insisted on their own words, and no one could convince anyone, and the elevator with little space was full of the sound of the two arguing.

Qian Qian thoughtfully came to the button on the elevator floor, stretched out her hand and pressed it a few times at random, frowning slightly: "Don't make any noise, no matter whether 13 is an auspicious or taboo number, the elevator can't go up to the sixteenth floor, we can only go out and take the stairs." As she spoke, she pressed the button to open the elevator door.

"She's right, it's evil or good, you can only know when you go out and see." I took a deep breath and picked up my submachine gun, looking at the slowly opening elevator door.

The moment the elevator door opened, we were all stunned. In the brightly lit corridor, there were blood stains all over the floor, the walls were covered with bullet marks, and two men in suits curled up and fell motionless to the ground, trickling blood holes indicating that they obviously couldn't survive.

On the wall opposite the two men, there was also a tall foreigner in a suit with blonde hair and white skin, leaning against the wall with his head bowed, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. The four of us cautiously stepped out of the elevator door and tacitly checked the clues separately.

Zhou Buunwilling and Datou observed the traces on the ground, carefully searching for clues, and I picked up the silvery-white heavy ** pistol on the ground, looked at the bullet marks on the wall thoughtfully, and frowned suspiciously. Qian Qian came directly to the two people on the ground, squatted down and lifted them over, briefly checked their pulse and breathing, and then shook her head slightly at us, indicating that the person was hopeless.

I looked at the ** on my hand, and after looking at the bullet marks on the wall, I felt very uneasy in my heart. **The name is well known to women and children in China, and the powerful shape is very popular among gun lovers, but judging from the bullet marks on the wall, it is not caused by **0,44 large-caliber bullets, and it looks very much like the nine-millimeter submachine gun we use in our hands.

"Judging from the posture of the deceased falling to the ground, he should have been shot in the back, but it was too late to draw the gun in a hurry." Zhou was unwilling to squat on the ground, stretched out his thumb as an aiming vehicle, and measured the approximate distance of the shooting dead.

"There were bloody footprints on the ground, the same person, and it should be a man between one meter and eight to two meters in length. He was supposed to be the gunman who shot it, as the footprints around him were regular, apparently checking to see if the deceased was dead. The big head squatted down and dipped his fingers in the blood, rubbed it and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, and then added: "The blood has not coagulated yet, and the time is not more than half an hour." ”

"Everyone should pay attention to the fact that the bullet marks on the wall belong to the nine-millimeter submachine gun, which means that the gunner is still there, and it is also our insider, and he has a strong shooting ability."

"How do you know that the gunman who shot us is insiders?" Zhou was reluctant to object.

I pointed to the bullet marks on the wall and explained in a deep voice: "The nine-millimeter submachine gun is equipped with a large number of armed police units, and we also have borrowed them from the special police force. Needless to say, this kind of firearm is circulated by the people, and even the internal control is strictly controlled, and ordinary people cannot obtain it at all. Judging from the bullet marks of the shot, the height is roughly at the head position, and the strafing shooting method is used, and only special people who have been specially trained will train this shooting method into an instinct without hesitation. To sum up the above, the gunman who shot must have been our insider, and ...... It should belong to a high-level leadership class. ”

I paused for obvious hesitation in the last sentence, but finally said what I was thinking. Because the current small team of four people is simply formed to solve the case. Qi Qian's forensic profession, Zhou Buun's rich experience, and blue-collar exploration skills, I completely trust and rest assured of this, and there is no need to hide doubts in my heart.

"Both of them are Westerners, with calluses on their mouths, they are perennial guns, they are strong and tattooed, and they are foreign mercenaries. The cause of death was excessive blood loss from the bullet shot, and the time of death did not exceed half an hour. Qian Qian stood up and looked at the person sitting against the wall with a puzzled look.

"How do you know they're mercenaries?" I wondered.

With her back to me, she threw something high into the air, and she came to the person leaning against the wall and crouched down: "Let's see what it is." ”

I reached out and caught it in mid-air, it was a nameplate with a silver-white identification plate on the chain. This is really a unique feature of international mercenary organizations, with hideous skulls engraved on the front, which is very realistic and makes people palpitate. I couldn't help but be stunned when I turned it over curiously, on the back of the nameplate, it was engraved with a big X,0096!

X Organization! Could it be that the mysterious Westerner Klaus I saw in my dreams, and the vast and terrifying underground organization, are real?

"The nameplate is concise but full of texture, with a skull on the front and X, 0096 on the reverse, X should be the abbreviation of the mercenary group, and the number represents the deceased...... Hey! When she looked down to check the situation of the brother against the wall, Qian Qian calmly said her analysis, but as if she had found something, she let out a surprised exclamation.

Several of us hurriedly asked in unison, "What's wrong?" ”

Qi Qian turned her head and said with a look of disbelief: "This person ...... He didn't die! ”

Hearing the news, our spirits couldn't help but lift up, and we hurriedly hula and came around. Qi Qian had already placed the person flat on the ground, and after a cursory examination, he said: "He is so lucky, he was only hit by three bullets, one of which passed through the heart by a fraction of a second, and he only fainted from excessive bleeding." ”

Zhou Bu was unwilling to point to the blood marks on the ground and said: "He was still conscious after being shot, covered the wound with his hand and lay on the ground pretending to be dead, and waited for the gunman who shot to leave before struggling to come to the wall, probably in the hope that he could be rescued." ”

"Can that save him...... Even if it's to bring him back to his senses. "I'm anxious to find out if Organization X really exists.

Qi Qian shook her head slightly: "He is bleeding too much, and he needs professional drugs and instruments to be able to treat him to wake up." ”

I was depressed, where to find these things in this strange and inexplicable hospital.

"Professional Drugs and Devices...... It's a hospital, so it's easy to find these things. Big Head said.

Zhou Bu was unwilling to shake his head: "We are not familiar with the hospital, and it will be cold when we find it." ”

"Please, isn't that the operating room over there?" Big Head pointed to the top of his head.

We looked up and couldn't help but be stunned, and secretly shouted yes, why didn't we expect this to be a hospital!

Overhead, there is a light sign hanging from the ceiling, and the floor plan is on it, so you can clearly see that the operating room is at the end of the staircase.