Gene twisted and turned in the alley, and checked the map several times before confirming that he seemed to be on the right path. Finally, after wandering around for several times, the rusty iron door in the information appeared in front of him.
He compared the information in his hand again, and only then was he convinced that he had found the right place.
Gene is an agent of Secret Service Nine, but he is not a senior operation specialist, but an ordinary investigator stationed in Pingcheng.
The Secret Service Nine has really experienced a lot these days, and the entire top management has experienced a large-scale seismic reshuffle. Everyone knew that their leader, Li Changcheng, was an insider. The news was like a depth bomb detonated, causing an uproar both inside and outside.
During the independent investigation organized by the CIA, the work of the nine offices was suspended for a few days, but it is clear that in the current infection situation, someone must come out to take charge of the situation. It was doomed that the lunatic asylum would not be able to herd the sheep for too long, so within a few days the functions of the Ninth Office were gradually restored to a small part.
But things didn't end there. The position of director is still vacant, and the new candidate has not yet been decided. It is reported that the entire operation mode of the Nine Branches will be adjusted in the future. They need stricter review and supervision, and they may consider directly merging with the special department of the intelligence agency to strengthen control. Of course, it is all gossip.
These are all matters from above, and the actions of the big bosses have little to do with a small detective like Jean. Whether it is merged or not, they are all part-time workers anyway, the boss is different, and the things to be done have not changed.
So after a rare few days of temporary vacation, Gene, like other agents, was notified to return to his post.
And this is the first task he received after returning to work.
A few days ago, a courier said that he found abnormalities in this community, saw something similar to hallucinations, and heard disturbing voices.
The courier guy just put the goods in the courier cabinet downstairs and left without even going in. But stepping into the neighborhood itself was uncomfortable, he described.
There was a slight delay because the Secret Service Nine was under investigation a few days ago, so no agents were assigned to investigate this matter until today.
According to Agent Jean's experience so far, such things will most likely end up as pranks or hallucinations. Of course, the job of being an agent of the Ninth Office is to not let go of any doubts, so the investigation process is still necessary.
He also did some homework before coming here, and unexpectedly discovered that the old community itself was not simple.
Almost all the people living here are thugs, gangsters, human traffickers, scammers, ex-offenders and so on.
In short, a gathering place for scum.
According to experience, places like this do have a higher risk of infection.
This in itself is not a particularly noteworthy suspicious point. Gene's real foreboding that this investigation might be unusual began when he boarded the elevator upstairs.
The elevator was as old as this broken building, and its response seemed a little slow. It took a long time for Gene to press the floor button before the **** thing responded, and it came down slowly with an unsettling clang, and the grille-like door panel slid open along the slide rails with difficulty.
"welcome."
The sudden electronic female voice startled him. He was almost ready to draw his gun before he finally realized that it was a broadcast.
"Dear guest, welcome to this community. You will spend a fulfilling and pleasant afternoon here, as long as you pay attention to some small details..."
Gene felt a little relieved, but at the same time felt a little weird. In such a dilapidated community, the elevators are almost out of date, but they can actually install such a voice broadcast.
It feels a bit like putting two electric fans on a Boeing airliner to pretend to be a turbine... Okay, it's a bit inappropriate, but in short, the style of painting is wrong.
The floor indicator on the elevator showed the fourth floor.
"...The most important thing to note is to make sure you stay away from Room 567."
Genn began to smell something ominous more and more. If it is not surprising that there is a voice broadcast in such a broken elevator, then this kind of warning is absolutely wrong.
The floor indicator came to the fifth floor, which was also the floor he was going to investigate. The elevator doors opened.
Gene stepped out of the elevator, and the radio sounded again behind him.
"By the way, there is one more thing..."
Gene stopped involuntarily, pricking up his ears to hear what the voice wanted to say.
"...don't look back."
There is no more text.
A gust of wind seemed to blow through the corridor at this moment, making Agent Jean's hair stand on end.
don't look back.
The voice echoed in his ears, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart saying this to him.
But people may be weird and rebellious creatures, and the more you tell him not to do anything, the more difficult he will feel. Agent Gene finally couldn't resist the instinctive drive, he turned his head stiffly, his eyes turned mechanically, and his eyes turned behind him...
He saw the elevator doors closing slowly. The indicator arrow points down, and the number of floors begins to drop.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time couldn't help laughing at himself.
There are only nine agents, and they don't look professional at all. The two words in the elevator voice almost didn't frighten him, it was ridiculous...
"ah!"
The heart that had been put back in place almost jumped out of his throat as he turned his head back.
An old lady appeared in front of her.
It's almost as if it was refreshed out of thin air. He was sure that there was only an empty corridor in front of him before he turned his head, but in such a moment, she was already so close, almost touching his face.
Where did this come from?
It was as if someone had arranged the muscles of her face into a gentle smile, and then fixed them stiffly in some way.
Jean took two steps back, only to realize that it wasn't just the old man. There are more people in the hallway.
There are men and women, all of them seem to have suddenly appeared, standing dully on this corridor, with the same happy smile on their faces.
It's like being in the aisle to greet this honored guest in their community.
"You will spend a full and enjoyable afternoon here..."
For some reason, this sentence came to Agent Gene's mind.
Now he realizes that something is definitely not right here - it doesn't even take a deeper investigation to tell.
He felt it was almost time to go home. He had a hunch that this matter needed a more professional team from the headquarters to investigate.
He hurriedly turned back to the elevator door—thank God those people behind were still just smiling and didn't rush up. But this might be the hardest waiting for an elevator in his life, especially when the broken elevator was stuck for a while, and he had to frantically press that stupid button with trembling fingers, while those people watched from behind smiling the whole time.
He felt like he had waited almost his whole life for the elevator doors to finally open. He rushed in without thinking, and pressed the door close button again and again. The door was closed slowly, blocking those penetrating smiles behind the door.
His sidearm was already in his hand, the safety was on. He took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat, and rushed out the moment the elevator door opened.
After running a few steps along the corridor, he immediately realized something was wrong again.
He stopped in his tracks, turned his head and glanced at the house number beside him.
It's still the fifth floor.
He never made it back to the ground.
"You will spend a full and enjoyable afternoon here..."
This sentence came to mind again.
At this moment he suddenly realized.
This statement may be a mere statement of fact.
He immediately turned around and wanted to go back to the elevator, but the moment he turned around, another sentence seemed to echo in his ears.
"Don't look back."
Of course it's too late now.
When I turned my head, the elevator that should have been behind me had disappeared. Behind him was a long empty corridor, exactly the same as the corridor that should have been in front of him, almost like a mirror image.
No, not exactly the same.
Because when he turned his head, there was an extra figure at the end of the road.
A petite girl, wearing a black dress, with pale but delicate facial features, looked at him with her head tilted while licking a popsicle.
But for some reason, the appearance of such a beautiful girl in this kind of place only made him feel scared.
It's like someone's heart is being pulled hard, and every cell in the body is screaming with fear.
"Don't look back."
Thoughts appeared in his mind, and he turned his head uncontrollably and stiffly again.
It was that old lady's face again, silently appearing behind him.
Those smiling people also appeared behind him one by one as if they were copied and pasted.
But what was different this time was that instead of just standing there dumbly, they began to move. With stiff steps and mechanical movements like a zombie, he slowly walked towards him.
Gene backed away in horror. For some reason, he suddenly felt that even the trigger of the pistol seemed to be heavy, as if he had lost the courage to pull the trigger.
When a door next to Kacha opened with a sound, he slipped in without thinking, and locked the door without thinking, as if he couldn't wait to isolate those disturbing guys from the door.
But this only won him peace of mind for a few seconds~www.mtlnovel.com~ When he remembered something in the next second, he froze instantly.
"Always make sure you stay away from Room 567."
Just before closing the door, he glanced unconsciously, and seemed to have glimpsed the room number of this door.
Room 567.
Agent Jean petrified, and that voice echoed in his mind for the last time.
"Don't look back."
He turned his head stiffly, looking at the things in this room behind him.
When he saw the things behind him clearly, his child's hole shrank like an electric shock, his expression instantly petrified and froze, as if frozen in this moment.
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