Kong Wanqing looked at the information in his hand expressionlessly.
This is already his twentieth year as a member of the Sinking Society—as a member of the Kong family, he joined the Sinking Society at the age of nineteen. Today, he doesn't need to get involved in too troublesome cases.
To be honest, Kong Wanqing's talent is not top-notch, but he is more cautious in his actions. The Kong family has seniority and possesses many unique ghost-controlling skills, and Kong Wanqing has benefited from them.
He mostly serves as an auxiliary in experiments on living subjects with evil powers. Compared to other positions that are easily exposed, this is quite an easy job.
That's how it should be.
Who would have thought that he first failed to recruit a new recruit named Yin, and then fell apart in the Feng Qi case. There are already very few high-quality ghosts in his hands, and he needs to replenish them urgently.
Now, Sinking will give him the opportunity to "pick" Li Gui personally, but it will also give him corresponding requirements.
"Just the day before yesterday, Shi'an transferred Guo Laifu from the Municipal People's Hospital. Yesterday, I sensed the opening of the archives." The person on the office chair said, "Guo Laifu is not an important person. They will probably let the ninth team of special deployment Go and investigate."
After all, Shi'an was as interested in the two newcomers as they were. There is no place where human nature is more likely to be exposed than in the "Archives", and this arrangement is easy to guess.
It's a pity that Fu Xingchuan believed too much in the security of the "Archives"—no, it should be said that someone deliberately gave Shi'an such an illusion.
Sitting opposite him was Wei Huaqian, the top leader of the Sunken Hui Haigu branch.
It's a pity that if Bai Yongji can be snatched back and put to good use, there may be room for improvement in his abilities. Wei Huaqian thought coldly, Bai Yongji didn't have any loyalty anyway, and he wouldn't feel bad if he was broken and ashes.
The paper gradually submerged his waist, chin, and top of his head. Within half a minute, Kong Wanqing and his luggage bag evaporated from the room without a trace.
After Kong Wanqing had wrapped the red rope, Wei Huaqian ordered Kong Wanqing to take seven pieces of A4 printing paper, overlap them on the wooden floor, and then stepped on them.
Kong Wanqing: "I see... uh, there's one more thing. According to Shi'an's rules, it's impossible to let just the two of them enter the 'Archives'. Where are the rest?"
There are not so many accidents in the world of metaphysics.
"He's my nephew and your cousin." Wei Huaqian said lightly, "Is there any problem?"
The pattern drawn by the blood gradually became distorted, Kong Wanqing sank dizzy, and his pupils dilated a little.
In the metaphysical world, "flesh and blood" has various wonderful uses. If Zhong Cheng said he died in the archives, there would be no bones left, and they wouldn't even have a chance to recycle them.
"Personal belongings in one suitcase at most." She warned them with a half-smile, "We won't reimburse you if you lose it!"
Twenty-eight years ago, Wei Huaxian and Kong Miao were both arrested and executed shortly after. Wei Huaqian slowly climbed up the ranks of the Sinking Club. Now in his early fifties, he has taken control of the Haigu City Sinking Club, which is most diametrically opposed to Shi'an.
Wei Huaqian and Wei Huaxian are brothers. They are not from aristocratic families, but they possess extremely high talents as spiritual craftsmen. Compared to Wei Huaxian, his brother who is crazy about human products, Wei Huaqian is more cruel and calm.
"It's easy to persuade, but getting rid of it is a bit -" Kong Wanqing hesitated.
However, Wei Huaqian still failed to seize that opportunity.
Wei Huaqian ignored his livid expression. He opened the refrigerator, looked around in the cold air, and took out a tube of cold blood.
At this moment, Zhong Cheng said his eyes were indeed dull.
He and Yin Ren pushed a shopping cart each and were standing in the largest shopping market in Haigu City.
"This is information about two targets in nine groups. One of them is the biological son of Wei Huaxian and Kong Miao, and the other is one of the parties involved in the murderous case. Your task is very simple, persuade them, or get rid of them. "
Finally, Wei Huaqian poured Guo Laifu's remaining blood on the rope loop. As the blood spreads, the rope quickly turns from bright red to dark red.
"He chooses to be loyal to Shi'an, and sooner or later he will become a problem for us." Wei Huaqian clicked on the table, "And that Yin Ren, a month has passed, and Shi'an has not done any special treatment for him. That guy is either a real fool, or He is a master of concealment.”
"Kill, why, it can't be done?" Wei Huaqian replied matter-of-factly, "Be clean and don't leave too many clues."
Wei Huaqian sighed.
Yin Ren was very dissatisfied with the requirement to eat compressed food for seven days. He immediately said that even if he brought more luggage, he would also bring some other food - Lu Xiaohe couldn't resist him, so he had to agree.
"Is this a good fate or a bad fate?" He casually took out the information Zhong Cheng mentioned and looked into those dull black eyes.
Kong Wanqing's facial muscles twitched, but he didn't say anything after all. He just nodded and picked up the bag beside the sofa. Wei Huaqian didn't like delaying and waiting. When he knew the content of the task, Kong Wanqing packed his luggage in advance.
Guo Laifu's blood sample.
The special ability of the Charon branch - "Activity Archives".
Wei Huaqian cannot send living creatures directly to "that side", but he can send people to a place close to the archives after specifying the target brain. If Shi'an's archive happens to be open and the target brain is the same, then he can be considered a "back door."
To a certain extent, the accident involving the Bai Yongji case had the involvement of the Special Ninth Group.
Wei Huaxian and Kong Miao have a son, which is no secret among the senior officials of the Sinking Society. The baby was adopted by a pair of policemen. He slowly grew up and became Kong Wanqing's target on paper.
Seeing pus and blood flowing out of Kong Wanqing's nostrils, Wei Huaqian snorted and took out a glass dip pen engraved with runes. He leaned down, dipped in Guo Laifu's blood, traced around Kong Wanqing's feet, and drew countless obscure patterns on the printing paper.
So on the last weekend before entering the archives, Yin Ren rushed to the largest supermarket in Haigu City to make purchases. After a dangerous mission, this person finally made me feel like I was preparing for a trip.
That red rope was full of evil power, and after just a brief contact, Kong Wanqing's mind began to buzz. He tried his best to endure it and wrapped it around his wrist without saying a word.
The moment the pen tip left the printing paper, the printing paper turned into a white and smooth swamp.
"Wei Huaxian and Aunt Kong's son? Isn't that yours..." Kong Wanqing sat on the sofa, frowning.
Wei Huaqian opened the drawer and threw him a five-meter-long red string, letting him wrap it around his wrist.
Now this person has actually entered Shi'an, and has repeatedly appeared in front of the Sinking Association as a scientific post, and has repeatedly encountered incidents that are not related to the evil force.
By this time, Kong Wanqing was already dizzy. He didn't dare to open his mouth for fear of vomiting.
The profile showed two young and handsome faces.
Regrettably, the parents mentioned by Zhong Cheng are both crazy metaphysical geniuses, but he himself has no talent. When Zhong Cheng was still young, the Sinking Club paid attention to him for a while, but soon lost interest.
Wei Huaqian was not idle. He took out four nails and hammered them into the place where Kong Wanqing disappeared. Immediately afterwards, he pulled out a few meters of fierce red rope and wrapped it around the nail several times to form a square "rope loop".
The two people's goals were too different, and they separated as soon as they entered the supermarket.
Zhong Cheng said he picked a simple pajama set, a set of disposable toiletries, and refreshing caffeine chewing gum. They were spread out pitifully at the bottom of the shopping cart, not even enough to fit into a small bag. As for small tools such as Swiss Army knives, he has two at home and does not need to buy them specially.
Lord Yama ended the battle in ten minutes, and then began to wander around aimlessly pushing a shopping cart.
He made an appointment with Yin Ren to meet at the exit in an hour, and now he still had fifty long minutes to be in a daze. Zhong Cheng said pushing the cart slowly through the colorful elevated cargo racks. If colors had sounds, it would be an overwhelming noise in his ears right now.
Speaking of which, this was his first time shopping in such a busy supermarket.
When Yin Ren didn't move in, Zhong Cheng said he would only buy some necessities online, and at most go to the supermarket near the community to buy emergency supplies.
What was life like at that time? It was obviously just over a month ago, but he seemed to have trouble remembering it.
Zhong Cheng stopped in front of the candy aisle and stared at the exaggerated smiley face on the chocolate bean packaging.
He looked at it seriously for a long time, then stretched out his hand and threw two packages into the shopping cart. Realizing that the dazzling smile had been transferred to his shopping cart, Zhong Cheng felt like waking up from a dream and wanted to take them out again.
As long as he "likes" Yin Ren, he doesn't need to do such unnecessary things.
As a result, looking at those two particularly bright smiles, he just couldn't do it.
Forget it, he thought. Just feeding some chocolate beans to the unknown evil thing, the world probably won't be destroyed... Everything is still under his control, nothing strange.
Zhong Cheng said while covering the chocolate beans with his pajamas and summing up solemnly.
A dozen shelves away.
Yin Ren's shopping cart was packed to the brim.
In order to maximize space utilization, he didn't buy any puffed food, only some "dry goods" such as dried meat and preserved fruits, chicken feet and duck necks. He was about to raid the candy section, but his attention was diverted by a shelf of daily necessities. [Waterless facial cleansing towels, specially designed for business trips, will give you a refreshing and clean day!]
This thing is obviously a new product, and the supermarket has specially prepared shelves and signs for it. The packaging of the facial cleansing towels is square, the design is fresh and clean, and it exudes a very soft and pleasant aroma.
The Ghost King can clean himself, so he doesn't need this, but... Yin Ren looked at the mint smell on the left, and then looked at the aloe vera smell on the right. He couldn't help but take two steps and smell it carefully.
It smells really good, and it would suit someone very well.
For Zhong Chengshuo, not taking a shower for several days was probably more uncomfortable than killing him. If this thing is really useful, maybe it can also be used to wipe the body...
Thinking of the scar inspection that night, Yin Ren's fingertips shrank.
He must have been sad because he didn't like to imagine the cub getting hurt.
Now Zhong Cheng is said to be very healthy and seems to have no side effects. Night Walker's "King of Hell" is in his prime, not some fragile child, and will have no more problems.
If you decide to care about that person openly, that emotion is just a by-product of "care".
Yin Ren shook his head seriously and continued to read the advertisement on the sign, trying to figure out someone's preferences.
I don’t know which smell Zhong Cheng said he likes more
He personally prefers the refreshing taste of aloe vera, but mint seems to match that guy's temperament better... When Zhong Cheng said that he was worried about taking a bath, he turned this thing on. Thinking about the scene, it was full of the confidence and control of a strong man. .
Yin Ren raised the corner of his mouth. He reluctantly took out a few packs of pickled pepper pig skins and pulled four packs of waterless facial cleansing towels into the shopping cart.
Very good, everything is according to my plan, no problem.
Lord Ghost King tied up his hair with satisfaction and pushed the car away with his head held high.
On Monday, Guo Laifu's "Archives" officially opened.
Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng of the ninth special group said that temporary members Ge Tingting and Huang Jin, a total of four people, entered the hall and are expected to leave at 18:00 on Friday. Lu Xiaohe, the rear commander, is responsible for the entire communication process. If the team fails to leave before 12:00 on Sunday, a Class A investigation team will go to the rescue.
This was supposed to be a serious action, but as soon as Lu Xiaohe welcomed four colleagues into the office, her head began to hurt.
"What are you doing?" she asked confused.
Although they were allowed to dress freely and there was a "check-in" quota for one suitcase, among the four people, only Ge Tingting looked normal.
The little girl was wearing a Shi'an cultural shirt and half-pants for easy mobility, and her shoulder-length hair was tied into a small braid at the back of her head. She carried a simple and sturdy backpack, which contained basic daily necessities. She held a mobile phone for communication in her arms, with a serious look on her face and a bit of eagerness to try.
The remaining three men each have their own... peculiarities.
Huang Jin honestly carried the general equipment of Lingjiang. If he didn't carry the guitar, he would look quite normal.
Zhong Cheng said it smelled like it had been soaked in shower gel, and his body was still pink from over-washing. He was dressed in outdoor adventure and survival attire, with a short knife, a bright flashlight and a compass hanging on his waist. In addition to the well-packed hiking bag, the two duffel bags were neatly packed.
In one of the duffel bags, the outline of disinfectant water was clearly protruding, and the plush ball of the nightcap was slightly exposed from the mouth of the bag.
Unlike this suspected camper, Yin Ren probably didn't prepare anything.
This guy was the most outrageous. He only brought a change of clothes and a few cleaning supplies, and the rest of the room was given to various foods and tablets. His T-shirt also says "Leader's Worst Concern" printed on it, and he doesn't know who he learned it from.
Lu Xiaohe subconsciously crossed his arms to block the words on his chest.
"Huang Jin, put down your guitar for me. Zhong Cheng said that the compass is useless in the human brain, and there is no need to bring disinfectant... Yin Ren, are you sure you want to bring so much food? If things change, can they send it? for any use.”
Yin Ren answered solemnly: "I'm sure."
Ge Tingting kept staring at the subtitles on the screen. Seeing that she was not named, the reliable underage girl raised her head proudly.
Lu Xiaohe looked at her team members melancholy, and she silently gave Ge Tingting a hug.
"In the archives, human metabolism is much slower than outside. In theory, you can survive for a long time without eating or drinking, but in order to ensure that everyone has sufficient physical strength, Shi'an has prepared appropriate amounts of food, water, and water condensation equipment."
Lu Xiaohe explained numbly.
"When you enter the museum later, you must not move separately for more than an hour. You are not allowed to eat or drink the original water in the museum. The most important thing is that you must try to maintain adequate sleep and ensure a clear mind."
"There may be some scary scenes in Guo Laifu's archives, and there may even be monsters. But remember, they are all things in his mind, not real evil things or people. Theoretically, you will not be in danger, and I will follow you throughout the process. Contact us, no need to worry.”
"This girl is too young." Huang Jin reluctantly put down the guitar and pointed at Ge Ting, "It's not a good idea to bring her in."
In his eyes, "I am a senior in terms of qualifications" and "I will be sixteen soon" flashed across Ge Tingting's body.
"Look, she's not even sixteen yet." Huang Jin continued calmly, "Give up, I won't call you senior."
Ge Tingting: "?!"
She pointed at Huang Jin in shock, then at the translated language on the screen, and looked at Lu Xiaohe with pleading eyes.
Lu Xiaohe rubbed his temples: "Ge Tingting and Huang Jin both have special abilities and are naturally resistant to the influence of the archives... As for personal safety, there is no need to worry."
She took out four wrist rings and looked sideways at Zhong Chengshuo and Yin Ren.
"You have to wear this."
Zhong Cheng said and frowned: "What is this?"
"It is used to locate and monitor your physical condition." Lu Xiaohe clapped his hands without explaining much. "Get ready, you can go."
Five minutes later, the elevator stopped at the familiar physical examination floor.
Sure enough, it was the black door from the physical examination. It was moved directly opposite the elevator door, and the door was still closed.
Just like the day of the physical examination, the black door exuded a strong attraction, pulling Yin Ren's attention like a whirlpool. Zhong Chengshuo and Ge Tingting looked confused. Only Huang Jin looked in the direction of the black gate in confusion, not knowing what he saw.
Who would have thought that Shi'an would be so wicked as to use Class A abnormal phenomena to test newcomers. If he opened the black door on the day of the physical examination... According to the information in the "Archives", he would probably run into a dark room of one square meter and receive a negative review of "he wanted to seek death."
Even now, it's better to pretend not to see it.
Yin Ren turned away wordlessly and looked at the staff not far away - Lu Xiaohe was already waiting in front of the equipment, and it was Fangyuan Yuan who came back to see them this time.
The person smiled sweetly and held a syringe in her hand. The syringe was filled with half a tube of light yellow liquid, which was probably Guo Laifu's cerebrospinal fluid.
"Not bad. Not long after you joined the company, you have achieved such results." She glanced at Ge Tingting and Huang Jin pointedly, "When you go out to handle cases and recruit teammates, your ninth team is more efficient."
As she spoke, she walked quickly to the black door.
Fangyuan Yuan couldn't seem to see the black door clearly either - she fumbled on the black door for a while and finally found the keyhole. She inserted the syringe into the keyhole and quickly injected it with cerebrospinal fluid.
There was a strange twisting sound coming from behind the black door, as if someone was desperately squeezing meat sauce. The sticky twisting sound became clearer and clearer, and the color of the black door became darker, almost turning into a square black hole.
It took a lot of self-control for Yin Ren not to look at it.
"Click."
Ten seconds later, the door opened.
The author has something to say:
I feel like everyone has probably forgotten about Kong Wanqing. Let’s look back at the past - this is the unlucky guy who tried to contact Yin Ren in the Feng Qi case, but was killed by ten evil ghosts by Xiao Zhong, the king of hell (
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Xiao Zhong: I like him, but everything is under control...
Xiao Yin: I care about him very much (even feel a little distressed), but this is all my wise plan!
Maybe this is the crazy self-confidence of a fool in love!
(End of chapter)