Jean twisted and turned around the alley, looking at the map several times before he seemed to be on the wrong path. Finally, after several circles, the rusty iron door appeared in front of him.

He double-checked the information in his hand and was convinced that he had found the right place.

Jean is an agent of the Ninth Special Service Division, but not a senior operations commissioner, but an investigator stationed in Pingcheng.

The Ninth Special Service Department has really experienced a lot in the past few years, and the entire high-level has undergone a seismic large-scale reshuffle. Everyone got their leader, Lee Chang-sung, was an insider, and the news was like a depth charge detonated, causing an uproar both inside and outside.

The work of the Nine Divisions was stalled for a few days during the independent investigation organized by the Intelligence Bureau, but it was clear that someone had to come and take charge of the situation in today's infection situation. This doomed the madhouse to be impossible to herd sheep for too long, so within a few days the functions of the nine divisions were gradually restored to a small part.

But it doesn't end there. The position of director is still vacant, and the new candidate has not yet been decided. The news that the entire operation model of the next nine divisions will be adjusted, that they will need to be more scrutinized and supervised, and that they may consider merging directly with the special departments of the intelligence bureau to strengthen control, of course, this is all gossip.

These are all things from above, and the actions of the bigwigs have little to do with a small agent like Jean. Whether it merges or not, it's all part-time jobs anyway, the boss is different, and what to do remains the same.

So after a few days of temporary vacation, Jean was notified to return to his post like the other agents.

And that was the first assignment he received when he returned to work.

A few days ago, a courier said that he had found something unusual in the neighborhood, seen something resembling a hallucination, and heard disturbing sounds.

The courier brother only put the goods in the courier cabinet downstairs and left, without even going in. But he describes the discomfort of stepping into the neighborhood itself.

Because the Ninth Special Service Division was under investigation a few days ago, there was a slight delay, so only today were agents assigned to investigate the matter.

Based on Agent Jean's experience so far, this will most likely end in a prank or hallucination. Of course, the job of being an agent of the Nine Divisions is not to let go of any suspicions, so the investigation process is still necessary.

He had done some homework before he came, and then he was surprised to find that the old neighborhood itself was not simple.

Almost all the people who live here are thugs, gangsters, traffickers, fraudsters, ex-convicts, and so on.

In short, a gathering place for scum.

As a rule of thumb, such places do pose a higher risk of infection.

This in itself is not a particularly noteworthy doubt. Jean really began to have a hunch that this investigation might be unusual, starting when he boarded the elevator upstairs.

The elevator was as old as the dilapidated building, and it was a little slow to react. It took Jean a long time before the thing reacted when he pressed the floor button, and it slowly descended with an unsettling clatter, the fence-like door sliding along the rails with difficulty.

"Welcome."

The sudden sound of an electronic female voice startled him. He was almost ready to pull out his gun, and finally reacted sluggishly that it was a broadcast.

"Dear guests, welcome to this community. You will have a full and enjoyable afternoon here, and you will only need to pay attention to the little details......"

Jean felt a little relieved, but at the same time he felt a little strange. In such a dilapidated community, the elevators are almost old, but they can install such a voice broadcast.

It felt a bit like taking two electric fan plugs and posing them as turbines for a Boeing airliner...... Okay, it's a little inappropriate, but in short, it's just that the style of painting is wrong.

The floor indication on the elevator shows up to the fourth floor.

“...... The most important thing to note is to make sure you stay away from room 567. ”

Jean began to smell the ominous smell more and more. If it is not surprising that such a broken elevator is actually equipped with a voice broadcast, then this kind of warning is absolutely wrong.

The floor indicates that it is on the fifth floor, which is also the floor where he is going to investigate. The elevator doors open.

Jean stepped out of the elevator and the radio sounded again behind him.

"By the way, there's one more thing ......"

Jean involuntarily stopped, pricking up his ears to hear what the voice was trying to say.

“...... Don't look back. ”

No more follow-up.

A gust of wind seemed to blow through the hallway at this time, causing Agent Jean's hair to stand on end.

Don't look back.

The voice echoed in his ears, and it was as if a voice was saying this to him in the bottom of his heart.

But man can be a strange and rebellious creature, and the more you tell him to do anything else, the more he will feel uncomfortable. Agent Jean finally couldn't resist his instinct, and turned his head stiffly, his eyes rolling a little mechanically, and his gaze turned behind him......

He saw the elevator doors slowly close. The arrow points downwards and the number of floors begins to drop.

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled self-deprecatingly.

There are still nine agents, and they don't look professional at all. The two sentences of the elevator voice almost didn't intimidate him, it was ridiculous......

"Ahh

The heart, which had been put back in place, almost popped out of his throat as he turned his head.

An old lady appeared in front of me.

It's like it came out of nowhere. He was sure that there was only an empty corridor in front of him before he turned his head, but in a moment, she was so close that it almost touched his face.

Where did this come from?

The old lady's skin was wrinkled like dry bark, and his appearance was clearly reflected in her hollow eyes. She has a smile on her face, and at first glance she looks kind and kind, but if you look closely, she will find that it is a little stiff and weird.

It was as if someone had put the muscles of her face into a smile and then stiffened them in some way.

Jean took two steps back, only to realize that it wasn't just the old man. There were many more people in the hallway.

There were men and women, all of them standing on this corridor with the same happy smiles on their faces, as if they had suddenly brushed out.

It's like welcoming the guest who comes to their community.

"You will have a fulfilling and enjoyable afternoon here......"

Somehow, Agent Jean had this phrase in his head.

Now he realized that something was absolutely wrong here—it didn't even take a deeper investigation to see it.

He felt it was almost time to go home. He had a hunch that this matter needed to be investigated by a more professional team at headquarters.

He quickly turned around and retreated to the elevator door—thankfully, the people behind him were still just smiling and not coming up. But it was probably the hardest elevator in his life to wait for, especially since the broken elevator was still stuck for a while, and he had to press the stupid button with his trembling fingers, while those people were smiling from behind the whole time.

He felt like he had waited almost all his life for the elevator door to finally open. Without thinking, he rushed in, slamming the door button again. The door closed slowly, blocking the seeping smiles behind the door.

His gun was already in his hand, and the safety had been opened. He took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat and rushed out the moment the elevator door opened.

After a few steps down the hallway, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

He stopped and turned his head to look at the door number beside him.

It's still the fifth floor.

He didn't get back to the ground at all.

"You will have a fulfilling and enjoyable afternoon here......"

This phrase came to mind again.

That's when he suddenly realized.

This statement may be a simple statement of fact.

He immediately turned around and wanted to go back to the elevator, but at the moment he turned around, another sentence seemed to sound in his ears.

"Don't look back."

Of course, it's too late to think about it now.

When he turned his head, the elevator that was supposed to be behind him was gone. Behind him was a long, empty hallway, exactly like the one that was supposed to be in front of him, almost like a mirror image.

No, not exactly.

Because when I turned around, there was an extra figure at the end of the road.

A petite girl, dressed in a black dress with pale but unrealistically delicate features, tilts her head at him while licking a popsicle.

But for some reason, the appearance of such a beautiful girl in such a place only made him feel fear.

It's like the fear of being slammed in the heart and screaming at every cell in the body.

"Don't look back."

A thought crossed his mind, and he turned his head again uncontrollably and stiffly.

It was the old lady's face again, silently behind him.

The smiling people also appeared behind him one after another, as if they had been copied and pasted.

But this time the difference was that they were no longer just standing, but they were starting to move. With stiff steps, he moved mechanically like a zombie, slowly walking towards him.

Jean stepped back in horror. Somehow, he felt that even the trigger of the pistol seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, as if he had lost the courage to pull the trigger.

When a door clicked open beside him, he flashed in without thinking, locked the door without thinking, and seemed to be eager to shut out the uneasy fellows.

But this only won him a few seconds of peace of mind, and the next second when he remembered something, he froze for a moment.

"Make sure to stay away from room 567."

He glanced unconsciously before closing the door, and seemed to catch a glimpse of the door's room number.

Room 567.

Agent Jean petrified, the voice echoing in his head for the last time.

"Don't look back."

He stiffened his head and looked at the room behind him.

When he saw what was behind him, his pupils contracted like an electric shock, and his expression instantly froze and froze, as if frozen in this moment.