Chapter 159 Daxing District

The other people followed, took the little girl back to the room, put him on the bed, called the room service, and asked them to come here to pick up people.

The people in the hotel also knew a little vaguely, probably from the National Security Bureau, but they didn't know what they were doing. In short, they had to agree to any request from these people.

So when they saw the fainting girl, they didn't ask, but went up and down the stairs on their shoulders, and then sent them to the ambulance, paying the expenses out of their own pockets.

Yin Hui was so shocked when he saw it. Unexpectedly, a work card from the National Security Bureau was so valuable. It was simply a pass to any place. If he had that pass, it would be impossible for him to travel all over China in his life.

At this time, he remembered the little girl again, her seductive little stockings, and couldn't help laughing again. He was scared to death by such a simple way. He also wrote horror novels. It would be nice not to be scared by the novels he wrote.

Soon it was afternoon. Conan Doyle's scalpel and Huang Crane Tower finally sorted out the reporting information. Yin Hui and Tang Yan had nothing to clean up. They simply cleaned up their bodies and hair, bought a new suit, and prepared to follow Conan Doyle to report.

Under the leadership of Conan Doyle, they came to Daxing District, Beijing, and finally found the location of the National Security Bureau in a place called Xihongmen.

This is the Daxing sub-district of the National Security Bureau. In fact, it is the office of the Incredible Group in secret. However, the Incredible Group is a state secret and cannot be known to outsiders, so they are usually arranged in the rest of the groups, and they will be summoned together when there are supernatural events.

Tang Yan could not enter with them, so she was temporarily arranged by Yin Hui to a rental house outside, and then she walked into the Beijing Daxing Branch of the National Security Bureau with them.

This is a relatively exquisite building, not as luxurious as he imagined. The huge courtyard was filled with leaves and flowers and plants seemed to be messy because no one had cleaned it for a long time. Several small buildings stood loomingly in this courtyard, forming a large circle to cover the surroundings of the courtyard.

This is really different from Yin Hui's imagination.

"This is an office abandoned by the National Security Bureau, but considering the special identities of several of us, we are nominally the caregivers sent by various groups, and in fact, the seventh group, the incredible group." Conan Doyle took the initiative to become a guide and explained to Yin Hui.

Yin Hui nodded and followed them into an office located in the north.

The building has been abandoned for a long time, and it looks like there are signs of collapse. Several desks inside are decayed, and it seems that they will collapse with a press of their hands. The floor has cracked due to the age of time, revealing layers of loess. Occasionally, small mounds will appear in some places. I guess some snakes, insects and ants have settled down here.

"No." Yin Hui's heart completely cold. When he thought of working in such a messy place that was even more shy than the funeral home toilet in the future, he felt regretful.

"Don't worry, since you are asked to join the National Security Bureau, we will treat you badly? This is just the surface. When you see the real incredible group studio later, you may have your eyes falling off." The scalpel seemed to see his thoughts, or maybe he had this idea when he joined the National Security Bureau, so I guess Yin Hui was the same as he was back then.

"Just the surface?" Yin Hui stared at the scalpel with some clues, wondering what he meant.

"Look." The scalpel pointed mysteriously at Conan Doyle.

Yin Hui looked over, but found Conan Doyle bent down and then put his palm on the floor under an office desk.

Unexpectedly, the floor emitted a dazzling light. The floor, which was still covered in garbage just now, instantly became calm and smooth, just like a large screen.

Yin Hui was stunned, his heart trembling: "No, isn't this Bond 007?"

"Welcome Inspector Conan Doyle." The screen made a mechanical sound, and then the screen actually retreated to the floors on both sides. A hole appeared soon, under which the hole appeared.

Empty, swallowed by darkness, and unable to see his five fingers.

"Oh my god." Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, and finally shouted in surprise.

"Follow me." Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui with a serious expression, and then jumped down.

The scalpel slapped Yin Hui, who was a little stupid, and then jumped into the dark hole.

Huang Helou smiled, then led Yin Hui to the entrance of the cave, signaling him to jump down

"This..." Yin Hui looked back at him with some confusion, and then asked uncertainly: "Are you sure you're okay to jump down?"

Even though Yin Hui was so brave, he was the leader, but when facing this thing that might endanger life, he still couldn't help but be afraid: "Is there anything to explain, such as the posture of jumping down, and how deep the black hole is?"

"There is not so much nonsense, just jump down." Huang Helou was a little impatient, probably because he was afraid that Conan Doyle and the scalpel would wait for them for too long.

"Okay." He finally took out his identity as the successor of the Taoist sect and jumped down.

In an instant, his body was completely swallowed by the darkness, and he was dark all around, and he couldn't see his five fingers. He had never seen such a dark night before, and he was still a little nervous in this strange place.

However, this feeling lasted less than ten seconds, and his body was caught by a soft thing, and then his hands also touched a soft thing. The bright and dazzling light made him unable to open his eyes.

It took him a long time to slowly adapt to the strong light, opened his somewhat confused eyes and looked around.

There were light tubes all around, and there was no way to see what was behind the tube. The dazzling and bright light completely surrounded the oval-described passage. He looked down and his body was caught by a car similar to a convertible. The soft things just now were seat belts that popped out of the car. At this moment, the seat belts were gradually compressing and slowly disappeared. His butt touched the stainless steel body, and the cold feeling made him tremble all over.

Countless ropes stretched out around him, tightly bound him and unable to move. He knew that it should be something similar to a seat belt.

Whoosh.

A gust of wind quickly rang in my ears, and the car started automatically. Then, with a sound of the old man, flying along the passage forward like a flying sound.

The strong wind blew the facial features violently distorted. The cold air made his face feel like a knife cut. But he couldn't shout out, because he would get caught in the wind when he opened his mouth, which was very uncomfortable.

Now he just wants to reach his destination quickly, stop quickly, and let his face rest. He really can't stand this kind of knife-like wind.

The car finally slowly slowed down, and he saw Conan Doyle and the scalpel waiting for them not far ahead.

However, when they saw Yin Hui, they all opened their mouths in surprise, as if they had seen a ghost.

Yin Hui pinched the painful face and then asked, "What do you think? The car is not designed at all. Why are you two so thick-skinned and not hurt at all."

The scalpel burst into laughter: "Boss, I think you are thick-skinned. Didn't you notice that there is a helmet on the car? Isn't it enough to wear a helmet?"

Yin Hui's brain suddenly became congested. He looked over quickly and found that there was a helmet on the car. He regretted it very much. It was all because he did not observe carefully at that time.

"You are so thick-skinned. If ordinary people don't wear helmets, their face will definitely be torn apart." The scalpel shrugged helplessly and looked at the back of the passage, Huang Helou's figure also appeared in the car.

The car Yin Hui was riding in was probably sensing that a car was coming behind him. He turned around and returned from another passage. He guessed that the passage might be oval, with one side of the exit and the other side of the entrance.

Huanghelou took off his helmet, looked behind the people, and smiled bitterly: "It's been a long time since I've been around, brothers from the incredible group."

He looked back and found that they were standing at the end of the elliptical passage, which was a circular door, showing two doors separated by the dividing line between the two halves of the Bagua Tai Chi Yin and Yang.

Conan Doyle walked up and pressed his hands on a machine similar to a fingerprint recognition machine. The Bagua Tai Chi Gate slowly opened. Yin Hui took two steps and saw everything inside.

At this moment, he was completely stunned. This was a huge basement, with no end at a glance. There were giant computers on both sides, forming two rows, and a wide channel in the middle. Each giant computer had the size of a small bungalow, which was about the size of a computer-based screen, calculating various data continuously, making strange sounds. The work indicator lights of thousands of computers were flashing, making various sounds.

"How many computers are there in this...? How long are these computers?" Yin Hui asked in a daze.

"It's just about two kilometers. It mainly detects the yin and yang balance of the world and calculates the frequency of various supernatural events around the world. We have 32 special Earth satellites that monitor the world's Feng Shui pattern all the time." Conan Doyle briefly introduced it, and then walked down the steps and walked towards a corridor on the left.

This corridor is almost as wide as the corridor of ordinary buildings. Apart from being neat and clean, it is no different from other corridors.

The few people walked up, and the sound of the leather shoes echoed on this floor, looking a little scary and weird.

"Our office is ahead." Back at the National Security Bureau, the seriousness and strong pressure of the agents and leaders on Conan Doyle began to be exerted. Now Yin Hui felt that Conan Doyle was like Mrs. M in the movie 007, serious and energetic.

"Conan Doyle, this place is a workroom for an incredible group?"

Conan Doyle nodded, but did not answer. He was very reserved and serious, and he really had a hint of shouldering the heavy responsibility of national security.

The words of the scalpel and Huang Helou were also significantly less.

"This is our archives, which records all the supernatural events we have discovered since the establishment of the Incredible Group in 1945. Of course, we have all used scientific theories to fool the world, so you won't know."

Conan Doyle walked to a door indicating the archives and gently opened the white door.

Yin Hui took two steps and was shocked. He never expected that there were so many supernatural events in the world. Rows of racks were neatly placed in this house of thousands of square meters. Each rack was only about one meter away. Each rack was densely packed with dust. At least one hundred files were placed on it.

This made him a little difficult to accept. Just imagine, a Chinese commoner who only bumped into ghosts two or three times suddenly knew that hundreds of thousands of supernatural events had actually happened in China. How did he believe it?

Now he was not only shocked, but also doubted. At the same time, he also sighed at the incredible team's confidentiality ability. Hundreds of thousands of supernatural incidents have been leaked, and the people still firmly believe in the theory of no ghosts and gods. I am afraid that even the CIA of the United States cannot control this situation.

Conan Doyle said in a proud tone: "In these files, there have been more happening in the past few decades. According to the analysis of our super computers, supernatural events are becoming more and more frequent with the progress of society. Paper can never contain the fire. It won't take long to say that ghosts and gods will definitely be slowly accepted by the public. At that time, humans and ghosts may agree to share the same earth."

Conan Doyle's words make sense, and Yin Hui also believed it a little. Although many ghost-catching industries have been lost, the Taoist techniques he inherited are just a drop in the ocean, he believes that when the theory of ghosts and gods gradually becomes accepted by the people in the future, high technology will definitely be mixed in, and ghost-catching tools may be invented.

What is waiting for people at that time may not be the sharing of the same earth between people and ghosts, but the war between people and ghosts.
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