The corpse's fingers kept repeating the tapping motion, and its mouth moved, shouting, "Open the door!" Open the door! ”

"I'll open the South Heavenly Gate with Ni Ma Ma!"

Qin Yan was disgusted by the appearance of this thing, and directly stepped on its head, and then made up several more kicks until it was flattened.

Now it's safe, and the corpse is no longer screaming.

Qin Yan returned to the computer desk, cut out the monitoring program, opened the browser, and loaded a website with an extremely strange suffix.

A few days ago, Xie Changming found Qin Yan and said that he had tracked down the feet of a certain underworld force in eastern Guangdong, and he planned to collect evidence.

As his good friend, Qin Yan was naturally obligated and immediately agreed.

After a brief introduction to the "Silencer", the two discussed that Xie Changming, who was in better physical fitness, would enter the mall, while Qin Yan, who was a technical talent, would act as a foreign aid in a nearby rental house.

-Ping

-Request timed out

"Hell..."Qin Yan muttered quietly, the page of this gateway shows Error404 page not found, so he can only wait for the server to echo (response) by ping the packet

-Ping

-Request timed out

-Ping

-Garsen:Copy.

"Damn, it's connected."

Qin Yan's fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, trying to establish contact with the person named Garsen

- Qinian: Number Y1901004B Suicheng Branch, Qin Yan.

-Garsen: Hello, Commissioner Y1901004B how can I help you?

-Qinian: I have detected a large number of strange resurgence phenomena near Liwan Square in Suicheng, that is, area 004, I have lost contact with the branch and called for support.

-Garsen: The packet loss rate is too high, I give you permission for satellite communication, and the key is being transmitted as a packet.

Qin Yan skillfully typed in the key, connected the phone, and there was a cold female voice opposite:

"Hello, this is the Jinling General Bureau of the Spirit Management Bureau, please report your situation."

Qin Yan could vaguely hear the sound of electricity, and although the microwave band of satellite communication could penetrate the ionosphere, it could not completely shield the interference of the ionospheric anomaly to the communication.

"Area Code: 004Y, there is a large number of strange resurgence phenomena, the concentration of black fog is far higher than the monitoring peak, request for support!"

After several months of investigation, Xie Changming initially grasped some information about this organization, and when he pulled Qin Yan into the gang, he even concealed the strange part of the intelligence for the sake of credibility.

originally thought that he was protecting Qin Yan's three views from being shaken, but he didn't think that Qin Yan was a policeman on the surface, but he was actually subordinate to an agency specializing in dealing with abnormal events behind his back, and he didn't know how Xie Changming would feel when he learned about this.

The female voice was silent for a long time, only the noisy electricity still vibrated in the headset.

"It's a pity that we have also lost contact with the Suicheng branch, and the Suicheng branch is invalid, thank you for your report."

"The special commissioner of the headquarters will arrive in Suicheng on the day of the 15th, please do your best to protect the citizens from strange harms, and if necessary, you can forcibly activate the emergency plan."

The communication was not interrupted, and the woman's words seemed to be interrupted by something, and in addition to the sound of electricity, there was also the sound of whispering.

"Commissioner Y1901004B, the mission objective has changed, please assist the curator to escape from Suicheng at all costs."

"Who's the curator?"

"The curator usually appears to be a young man in his twenties, with brown hair, who calls himself a Jinling person---"

The communication came to an abrupt end, Qin Yan was confused, what is the curator and store manager, I am also the factory director.

But the organizational orders still have to be obeyed, and the top priority is to find out who the "curator" really is.

Qin Yan was very annoyed, there were many entries explaining strange phenomena in the entry manual of the Spirit Management Bureau, one of which was called: Altar Effect.

When some powerful and unspeakable creature is about to revivenation, or the city is no longer able to suppress the hidden black fog and is about to be swallowed by the fog, the Natural Disaster Family Bucket will completely lock down the city, making it a closed "altar".

Torrential rain and typhoons are approaching, all means of long-distance communication are cut off, and Suicheng is like a cocoon, lonely wrapped in a dark whirlpool.

For thousands of years, regardless of the change of regime or dynastic change, this organization has been silently hidden in the shadows, guarding this country that has been inherited for thousands of years.

At this moment, the pigs in the mall don't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter, and they are still dancing with knives and guns in order to compete for supplies.

The mall is so big, there shouldn't be a shortage of supplies.

But not long ago, a puff of cyan smoke began to spread through the mall, and all food that came into contact with the smoke quickly began to rot and deteriorate, and only a small part of the food stored in the safe escaped.

Convenience stores and supermarkets have become fragrant and sweet, and all the groups want to grab these places, and no one wants to be starved to death before being scared to death.

Du Xiaocheng sat alone in the manager's room, his fingers tapping on his expensive mechanical watch.

"Knock knock, sir, I'm a blue knight, your hour... Bah... Takeaway has arrived! ”

"Coo-goo...... Du Xiaoxiao's stomach made a protest sound, although he knew that there would never be takeaway in an empty mall, but curiosity still drove him to open the door.

The person outside the door was dressed as a delivery man, his head was slightly lowered, the lights in the room were dim, and Du Xiaowei couldn't see the person's face clearly.

The quartz dial kept vibrating, and Du Xiaojun couldn't help frowning.

"Where's my takeout?"

The man pressed his head lower, squirming as if he wanted to say something, the water droplets dripped from the corners of his clothes, and made a sound on the floor, and Du Xiaocheng noticed that he was soaking wet, as if he had just been soaked in water.

"Where's my takeaway? Well? ”

Du Xiaojun stretched out his hand to his waist, his body arched slightly, and his expression became more and more serious.

The man pulled out a paper bag from behind him, crumpled and soaked in water.

Du Xiaocheng stretched out his hand to take it, kicked the man with a kick, and then quickly closed the door, and then looked down, where was there any hamburger paper bag in his hand? I took a wad of money that was clearly burned by Qingming for the dead!

The dial vibrated violently, the door opened by itself, and the delivery man was no longer outside!

Du Xiaojun didn't panic at all, took out a kerosene lighter from his pocket, and burned the yellow paper in an orderly manner, and the delivery man appeared behind him, still with his head down.

"Brother, how much does it cost a month?"

Du Xiaocheng lit a cigarette with a burning banknote and burned the money one after another.

"In the future, take some things as takeaways, otherwise it won't be good to burn all your wages."

The delivery man raised his head, Du Xiaocheng turned around, and then the light saw the man's face clearly.... It turns out that this guy has no facial features...

No wonder I don't dare to see people with my head down...

"Come on, I'll give you a perm in the eyes."

Du Xiaojun took off the watch that had been vibrating, picked up the cigarette butt and crushed it fiercely on the faceless man's eyes, burning out a hole in his already thin facial skin.