Song Lan was taken away by a black-clad agent from the Anomaly Investigation Bureau.

The black sedan drove on the road, and the two sides were silent all the way.

The detectives were surprised by Song Lan's silence along the way, in order to reassure the other party to follow them to the investigation bureau's facility in District 17, they prepared many words to deal with the many questions that Song Lan might ask, but Song Lan was so cooperative that they didn't know what to say for a while.

This operation is very important to the Anomaly Investigation Bureau, and the relationship between Lu Xiang and Song Lan is no longer a secret, so as long as the latter is "invited" to the Investigation Bureau, the Council will be more confident at the negotiating table at that time.

Lu Xiang understood their methods, so in order to ensure that Song Lan could complete the investigation intact, she had to agree to some requests that she didn't want to agree to.

After a while, the fast-moving sedan was far away from the urban area of the 17th district, leaving behind the noise and buildings of the early morning, and the detectives' anxious mood was also put down, according to the navigation tips on the car, they would arrive at their destination in about a quarter of an hour, as long as Song Lan was sent into the facility, there would be no more accidents.

"Be careful!"

However, as Song Lan spoke, the spirits of all the agents in the car once again fell into a highly tense state, and some even directly touched the gun on their waists, and glanced out the window vigilantly.

They were the only ones on the road, and there were no pedestrians to be seen on the sidewalks.

In order to get Song Lan to the facility without fail, the Investigation Bureau issued martial law at the intersection of this section of the highway in advance.

"Mr. Song Lan, what's wrong?"

After confirming that there were no wild attackers jumping out of the grass, the agent sitting next to Song Lan asked with an unnatural face.

Before coming to the 17th arrondissement, they had heard that it was a special city.

If it weren't for Lu Xiang coming into contact with the secret of the dream creation, they wouldn't have been able to take a huge risk and tie Song Lan out of the house, which was a last resort.

Originally, the Bureau of Investigation wanted Hannah to take over the operation, but Hannah claimed that after the hunt for Angley Safron yesterday, her prosthetic body had a severe rejection reaction, and she was in a state of vomiting and diarrhea all night, and had to refuse the Bureau's order due to health reasons.

In fact, before setting off, each of them was ready to die.

"It's going to rain."

Hearing this, the agent on Song Lan's side froze and almost lost his breath.

You're going to finish it all in one go!

He roared in his heart, Song Lan's cold words just now made them subconsciously think that they had been attacked by the enemy.

But in order to stabilize Song Lan's mood, the detective still squeezed out a smile and said, "We checked today's weather forecast before we went out, and it will be sunny today and there will be no rain." ”

What's more, even if it does rain, the detectives can't figure out what to worry about.

In fact, even Song Lan didn't know why she was worried.

Ever since he got into the car, he had been pondering the strange phenomenon that had happened to him since this morning, and for a moment ignored his detectives in the car.

If it were a prophetic dream, the details would have been too clear, and the duration would have been incredibly long.

It's not that he doesn't have the experience of foreseeing dreams, but most of them just feel that a certain scene at a certain moment is somewhat familiar, and he doesn't feel that everything that happened today has been experienced in a dream once like now.

Just now, for example, he suddenly had a strong premonition that it would rain soon.

This is the opposite of the way the future is seen, and what can be predicted by the distracting psionic energy is the image that will inevitably occur at a certain point in the future, and the hunch that keeps coming to their minds now is more like a clutter of specific details that lead to it.

Within a minute of the agent's statement about today's weather, he was mercilessly slapped in the face by reality.

A thunderclap streaked across the sky.

The dark clouds gathered over their heads at great speed, and in a short time, the early morning entered the evening under the cover of dark clouds.

"Hey, it's strange, the weather station clearly said that today is a sunny day."

The detective who was slapped in the face showed an embarrassed smile, and before he could finish speaking, the torrential rain slanted down from the clouds, making the already embarrassing atmosphere in the carriage even more dull.

The rain was staggeringly fierce, and in Song Lan's memory, there had almost never been such a level of rain in the 17th District.

He leaned against the car door and watched the pouring rain fall to the ground.

In an instant, he suddenly understood the reason for the ominous feeling that emerged in his heart, although the process was fantastical, and few people would believe it when he said it, but the image of these agents being hit through the body by raindrops did appear in his mind.

The first thing to be broken was the bulletproof coating on the top of the car, and before several agents could react, the rain left dense "bullet holes" on their bodies like bullets.

At this moment, the detective beside him suddenly changed his face, his eyes widened, and his whole person seemed to be frozen.

Followed by

"Sneeze ——!"

The loud sneezing startled the rest of the carriage, and his colleagues threw him annoyed looks, and in the extremely oppressive atmosphere, everyone's spirits were in a state of high tension, and the cold noise made everyone's hearts screw together.

"I'm sorry, I may be in a ...... state today"

This time, even Song Lan was taken aback by the vehicle that suddenly flew up.

The explosion drowned out the agent's words, and the paralyzed car fell heavily to the ground after leaping some distance under the impact of the aftermath of the explosion.

Under the fierce impact, the heads of all the agents hit the bulletproof glass like a "coincidence".

Blood flowed down the glass, and the small space was filled with a pungent smell.

The torrential rain continued, and Song Lan looked at the roof of the car, the bulletproof coating on the top was intact, and the sound of raindrops hitting the roof could be heard.

After confirming that the scene of the explosion was quiet, a motorcycle rushed out of the bushes on the side of the trail, and the driver, wearing a motorcycle helmet, parked the motorcycle next to the car, pulled out a silenced pistol, and pulled the trigger continuously.

The bullet hit the bulletproof coating of the door, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Immediately after, the motorcyclist opened the back door of the sedan, and a somewhat familiar voice came from under the helmet.

"Don't be stunned, let's go!"

Mr. Killer's voice is very recognizable, at least that's what Song Lan thinks.

It's just that he didn't expect the other party to plant a mine on the highway and save him from being escorted by agents from the Anomaly Investigation Bureau.

What Song Lan didn't expect was that the details that came to his mind were wrong.

The torrential rain did not penetrate the roof of the car, nor did it beat the agent's body into a sieve.

What happened at this moment was completely unexpected by him.