"Is this already moved?" Long Yuehong looked at the entrance of the apartment illuminated by the street lights in the multi-purpose car parked on the street, and asked in confusion.
It was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening. Several members of the "Old Tune Group" had taken turns to have dinner, but Smith hadn't come back yet.
—The place where they waited was outside the apartment, not the door of Smith's room. If these five people were all squatting there, they would definitely scare the passing guests.
Anyway, with the current sensing range of Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian, you can also monitor whether there is someone in the corresponding room downstairs on the street.
Hearing Long Yuehong's words, Shang Jianyao breathed a sigh of relief:
"It doesn't appear to have moved."
Jiang Baimian glared at this guy:
"Go up and ask Smith's neighbors, you can't wait so foolishly."
Bai Chen and Long Yuehong were in charge of inquiries. They were relatively inconspicuous in the team and would not arouse the vigilance of the apartment residents.
Room 502.
It was a woman who opened the door. After seeing that the visitor was a stranger, she slammed the door before Bai Chen could speak.
"Wouldn't she use cat's eyes to observe first?" Long Yuehong said slightly aggrieved.
He was ready to ask questions.
Bai Chen looked at the cat's eye above the door lock:
"It must be broken."
After ten seconds, the door opened again.
Standing at the door turned into a strong man.
He was wearing a short-sleeved black T-shirt. Although the clothes were old, there was no trace of sewing.
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man asked suspiciously.
When Long Yuehong smiled, Bai Chen pointed to Room 503:
"We are friends of Smith. We came to look for him today, but he never came back. Do you know where he went?"
"He?" The middle-aged man thought back and said, "Occasionally he is very late, you can wait."
"Okay." Bai Chen nodded, "Thank you."
In the process of going down the stairs, Long Yuehong asked inexplicably:
"What is it that makes him occasionally late?"
"Get a salary and enjoy it; take part in the activities of the sect; be a temporary teacher and bring students to night school..." Bai Chen cited a variety of possibilities.
They quickly brought the information to Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Genawa, and everyone unanimously decided to wait until the early morning.
The security in Jinmaisui District is obviously better than that in Qinglan District, and the streets are cleaner, creating a quiet atmosphere in the dark night.
The patter of rain fell, making the light of the street lamps on both sides dim.
When it was close to 11 o'clock, someone came from the corner, holding a black umbrella in one hand and a kraft paper bag in the other.
He is thin, four or five centimeters shorter than Long Yuehong, wearing a linen shirt and khaki loose trousers, his eyes are sunken, his skin is more brown, and his beard is clean-shaven.
This is a man of unremarkable appearance, but of mixed blood of the Red River and the Red Bank, and this fits the description of Smith by Ferrinton.
Seeing this person enter the apartment, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" suddenly became more energetic.
Granava also returns from power saving mode.
After a minute or two, Shang Jianyao laughed:
"There is someone in the room."
"But why didn't he turn on the light?" Long Yuehong glanced at the window of Room 503.
The lights there were not lit.
"In order to save electricity." Bai Chen gave his own explanation.
"Then let's go up and visit Smith." Jiang Baimian did not let Genawa stay behind. After all, the other party was involved in a religious organization, and no one knew if there would be an accident.
And with an intelligent robot like Genava to follow, the fault tolerance rate of the "Old Tune Team" will be significantly improved.
When he came to the fifth floor of the apartment again, Shang Jianyao volunteered to knock on the door.
- They've tried it before, and the doorbell in room 503 is either broken or no more batteries.
The bang, bang, bang was repeated three times, and there was no movement behind the door.
"His bioelectric signal is still there, but it stopped at the original position and didn't move." Jiang Baimian said with a frown.
Shang Jianyao nodded:
"So is his consciousness."
"I shouldn't fall asleep so soon..." Long Yuehong was suddenly frightened by her own guess, "Could it be that something happened?"
Although he thinks that most of them are not so coincidental, the "old tune group" has encountered a lot of coincidences for so long.
Shang Jianyao patted the door again, but there was still no movement inside.
Jiang Baimian pondered for a while and winked at Bai Chen.
Bai Chen took out a piece of iron wire he carried with him, inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it a few times.
The door opened silently.
The room was dark, and only the faint light from the window illuminated the outlines of the walls.
No moon and no stars on a rainy night.
"In the bedroom." Jiang Baimian said in a suppressed voice.
It can be seen that there is a little yellow light overflowing from the crack of the bedroom door.
The four human members of the "Old Tune Group" each pulled out their pistols and walked towards the room inside with a slight stoop.
As they marched, they naturally formed a battle formation.
Genova followed behind, walking on tiptoe, afraid of making unnecessary noises.
The door to the bedroom was not locked, just left open.
Glancing at Jiang Baimian and the others who were already in their places, Shang Jianyao stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.
The situation inside quickly came into their eyes:
A wooden bed was placed against the curtained window, and there was a table in front of it, with a large rectangular mirror standing on the table.
At this time, in the dark room, the only light source came from two white candles in front of the mirror.
They gently shook the yellowish firelight, reflecting their own figures in the mirror.
It was the man in the linen shirt who was sitting at the table, looking at the mirror and candles.
He wore full-face headphones on his head, leaned against a kraft paper bag at his feet, and held a red apple in his hand, which was slowly peeling the skin.
In the middle of the night, near the early morning, in a room with no one else, such a man was sitting in front of the mirror, facing the candle and peeling an apple.
Such a scene made Long Yuehong unstoppably terrified.
He felt something weird.
Feeling the wind blowing in, the man turned his head and looked towards the door.
"Who are you?" He jumped up and asked with the fruit knife in his hand.
Clearly, he was terrified.
This instantly dissipated the supernatural atmosphere in the room.
"We are friends of Fei Lintong, we are here to find you." Jiang Baimian smiled and started to introduce himself.
The man asked blankly:
"Ah, what did you say?"
"..." Jiang Baimian had a feeling of facing himself for a while.
The next second, the man remembered to take off the headphones on his head.
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian repeated the words just now, and finally added:
"Are you Smith?"
"Yes." Smith breathed a sigh of relief, "Why do you enter other people's homes so casually?"
"We saw you came back and knocked on the door and no one opened the door. We thought you had a sudden illness." Jiang Baimian said sincerely, "I'm sorry, we used some means to open the door."
Smith thought for a while and felt that the other party was indeed kind, so he sighed and said:
"Don't do this in the future, maybe I'm just constipated?"
"It makes sense." Shang Jianyao accepted this explanation.
Smith put down the fruit knife, quietly pressed his right palm on the "Red River" pistol at his waist, and turned to ask:
"Where's Ferrinton, he hasn't come back yet?"
"He passed away, under the influence of that white wolf." Jiang Baimian said the specious truth.
Smith was silent for a few seconds, then sighed:
"I just said that it's not easy, let him not go."
After sighing two sentences about Felintong, Smith pointed to the living room outside and said:
"Let's go out and talk."
He felt uncomfortable with so many people blocking the door to the bedroom.
The fluorescent lamp in the living room was quickly turned on, Smith found a convenient place to escape and sat down, and asked:
"What's the matter with you looking for me?"
Jiang Baimian smiled and said:
"We came from the south and had a conflict with a group of people from the Mirage Cult. Their illusions are very powerful, and we suffered a lot. I heard that your sect is also good at this. I want to ask you for advice on how to deal with them. ."
Jiang Baimian said this without changing his face.
Smith's expression changed a few times:
"That group of heretics..."
"Ah?" It was Long Yuehong who was surprised.
Jiang Baimian immediately asked:
"You also believe in 'Broken Mirror'?"
Smith nodded slightly, raised his palms, and placed them in front of his face, as if looking in a mirror there.
"Dream will eventually wake up, and the new world is on the other side of the mirror." The sect member said in a low voice.
Long Yuehong expressed puzzled:
"But Ferrinton said you don't worship any Zhi Sui, you just believe in mirrors."
Smith was stunned for two seconds:
"I didn't say that, I just said that we believe in mirrors, and mirrors are Zhisui, or 'broken mirrors'.
"Well, it seems that he misunderstood, no wonder he refused to join us."
Having said this, Smith sighed and said with a solemn expression:
"Those heretics have ignored the sacred mirror and thought that Zhi Sui was a giant dragon. I don't know where the basis came from!"
"Oh." Shang Jianyao looked suddenly enlightened, "Then what is your sacrament?"
Smith pointed to the bedroom:
"It's Apple.
"In a room with no other people, plug your ears, light a candle, look in the mirror, and peel off the epidermis. For a period of time, you will be blessed by the old age."
Don't you feel terrified of this ceremony? Long Yuehong murmured suddenly.
"Oh." Shang Jianyao didn't ask any more.
Jiang Baimian smiled and said:
"Good luck.
"Well, what's the name of your sect?"
"Mirror Cult." Smith said proudly, "We don't develop believers casually. Only after years of observation will we give invitations if we think we can."
Having said this, he showed a troubled expression:
"I don't have much research on illusions, and I focus more on the understanding of teachings, so I may not be able to help you."
It's so refreshing to say that she is not an awakened person... Long Yuehong's mind turned twice before she understood Smith's true meaning.
Smith paused and said:
"I just know to target weaknesses.
"I can also help you contact the priest, but he may not meet you."