The Deception Agency Chapter 477 Two identical men seemed to have a gap in the distant sky. From that gap, the stormy wind and rain all squeezed out, screaming madly in the boundless world, The whimpering anger from the sky poured out in the world, causing an unprecedented apocalyptic natural disaster.
This is Xu Lang sitting in the car and looking at the road ahead with the windshield blurred by layers of water curtains. Now it really feels like the end of the world is coming...
What he thinks is not only the current manic weather, but also the desperate situation that all newspaper executives are about to face.
The doomsday of the newspaper, or the doomsday of the executors, "Daydream" is a great purge, the last great purge, this has been thoroughly spread within the newspaper.
The game without a way out, and the unfair matchup that is unilaterally crushed is the last battle of the executors who have struggled for a long time. Although they did not say that, Xu Lang also knows that most executors are more desperate and final mad.
Wu Cheng, Bai Mei, Rong Chuan, John, Han Bolin, and Lou Yun are all struggling for the last time in their lives.
The situation of the nameless is a little flat, Xu Lang can feel that this man who lacks an ear and is as cold as a machine is more recognizing his fate, but not succumbing to fate, but surpassing the freedom and suddenness after life and death.
Compared to Wuming and Yanyan's psychology, Xu Lang also knows everything well.
Strictly speaking is much simpler. This is an extremely arrogant person. Although he knows that it is difficult for people to defeat evil spirits, his character and dedication are to seize the peak and get ahead of everything, even at this moment.
This is not blind self-confidence, nor does it mean that he is not clear about the situation, but he is convinced of his own judgment. As long as he can survive this task, the survivors will come to the final core of the newspaper. At that time, maybe there will be The way to leave the newspaper!
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It's just that Xu Lang is a bit more complicated. What he doesn't want is to live. He has long hated such a life like a puppet.
For a long time, he had only that one purpose. He wanted to know why the newspaper affected his life.
Even if Xu Lang is just an ordinary person, he doesn't want to win the horrible evil spirit of the newspaper office. He just wants an answer, who belongs to the palm that manipulates his life, and why!
Xu Lang asked this "why" all his life, and with this obsession, he would go all the way, never die or look back!
On this quiet road in the Xicheng District, only this silver car, with a forward-looking belief turned into a brilliant meteor in the dark night, hurriedly passed towards the deep apartment.
The time on the road was very fast, this last journey reached the end, and the "deep alley" sign that appeared many times stopped quietly at the intersection.
Xu Lang stopped the car, clutching the backpack in his right hand, and leaning back on the chair with ease. The comfortable seat made him feel no ups and downs. He turned his head and looked to the left.
There was a pure white apartment that was very eye-catching in the darkness. After three days of torrential rain, the old and corrupt past were cleared away. The brand-new apartment was waiting for Xu Lang to approach, but Xu Lang glanced at his watch.
It was 11:25 midnight on June 20, five minutes before his expected entry time.
Xu Lang didn't seem to have thought that his speed could be so fast. The extra five minutes made him feel embarrassed that he didn't know what to do. After all, he didn't dare to enter the apartment outside of his plan.
Reluctantly, after Xu Lang pondered for a while, forgot it. At this point, he could only smoke a cigarette, and maybe there would be no time to enter the apartment after a while.
He put away the seat belt, and skillfully grabbed a transparent plastic bag from the backpack. Xu Lang did everything in no size. He was damp, but protected by the bag, the cigarette case was not wet in the slightest by the rain.
At this moment, in such an environment, you can just smoke a dry cigarette.
The burning smell of tobacco permeated the muffled carriage, and Xu Lang finally showed a sense of enjoyment on his cheeks. Being forced to come here by the evil spirits originally made his mood not very high. Looking at it now, it seems that Acceptable.
Bright car lights illuminate the signs of "Deep Alley". The light was not chaotic by the heavy rain, but on the contrary, it was clearer than before. Xu Lang smoked a half-burning cigarette and stared ahead.
In the dark corner behind the sign, a pale figure gradually appeared in Xu Lang's gaze. It was a young man, and Xu Lang was very familiar with it.
It is the driver who belongs to the evil spirit faction!
Xu Lang was a little surprised by its appearance. He deliberately did not take a taxi, but also to avoid meeting with the driver. Now it seems that the driver has no way to meet.
The young man held the sign with one hand just like this, stood in the wind and rain, looking at Xu Lang quietly, he did not make any unusual movements, nor did he step forward to tell Xu Lang another version. story.
Xu Lang didn't have any other emotions in his eyes. He just wanted to finish smoking the cigarette quietly, thinking about everything after two minutes.
And when the soot fell under the seat, on Xu Lang's wet black sportswear, the last spark in the car disappeared, Xu Lang had no cigarettes, and the time had come.
Xu Lang shook the soot on his clothes, grabbed his backpack and opened the car door calmly. A gust of wind blew his clothes and hunted, and the clothes that had just dried were once again wetted by the rain, and this time it was wet. It's more thorough.
The coolness of the clothes stuck to the skin, absorbing the warmth of his body frantically, Xu Lang subconsciously shuddered at the moment he walked out of the car door.
He stood in front of the car, facing the gloomy apartment. This time he could see from a distance that there was no window light on the deep apartment tonight, as if things were a little different from the previous investigation.
But Xu Lang didn't have too many accidents. The unsolvable mission was unpredictable, and it was not worth to be astonished. He also knew that some of the information he had obtained before was useless.
"The time is up, Xu Lang, go."
The driver suddenly spoke at this moment, and the words spread in the cold rain with a hint of coolness. When he reached Xu Lang's ears, he turned his head slightly and looked at the weird driver.
I saw this young man, holding the sign in one hand, and making a "please" gesture to the Shen Shen Apartment in the other. He looked at Xu Lang with no emotion, with indifference and mechanical inconsistency that didn't match the human appearance. .
Some abnormalities flashed between Xu Lang's eyebrows, he took a deep look at the driver's face, and finally took the first step towards the apartment with the stagnant water.
The words the driver just said made Xu Lang very familiar. It was such a similar word that led him to the newspaper office and started a journey to hell.
And now, an unknown driver also said similar words.
Xu Lang looked at the approaching Wuguang building, reached into his backpack and grabbed a wolf-eye flashlight. He was ready. He knew that the quiet apartment in front of him was also a journey to hell.
In fact, this time he had already envisaged the task after entering the apartment, and there was not much he could do.
Judging from the current situation, what he can do is to explore the disappearance of the fourth floor as much as possible, and the so-called spatial paradox. He still feels that the evil spirits will not aimlessly, and will not swallow a floor for no reason, maybe that There will be information on the origin of this mission on the floor.
Although, for Xu Lang's group of executors, knowing it has no effect, but if you can master more information, you may be able to survive by an inch. Of course, the probability is not high.
Xu Lang shook the drops of water on his head, and finally grabbed the handle of the door, yanked it abruptly, and entered the deep apartment without any hesitation.
This was the first time he entered the deep apartment, and it was the first time he felt the coldness in the apartment at midnight. The moment he entered the lobby of the apartment, an uncontrolled tremor came from his left hand, like himself. His left hand is terrified of what exists!
On the contrary, Xu Lang was relieved when he saw this scene, because what he knew was that when his left hand could still move, it meant that the evil spirit he was about to face would not go too far...
But immediately, he realized that something was wrong again, because according to previous guesses, the evil spirits deep in the apartment were terrifying existences on the same level as the skinning evil spirits, only weaker than the newspaper.
Why, the left hand is not completely suppressed, but the trembling effect that can still issue a warning
This is a situation beyond what was originally imagined. Although it seems to be a good thing now, Xu Lang frowned as he watched his trembling left hand.
The performance of the left hand this time was a bit wrong. In the past, when encountering such a situation, it would tremble while exuding black energy that belongs to the evil spirit, indicating that it sensed the existence of the same kind and was stimulated to recover.
But now, it just trembles, instead of black energy emerging with no signs of recovery...
Xu Lang slowly raised his head, and there was no sound in this late-night apartment. From the outside or from the inside, there was only a sign of him acting.
In other words, in this apartment, there is now Xu Lang who can move, and there is also an evil spirit with unknown ability and incalculable threat...
As soon as he entered the apartment, he encountered an unknown strange change, which once again clouded Xu Lang's heart. He stood in the lobby for a while, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the filth and water stains on the glasses. Finally, he walked a few steps forward and looked at the corridor on the left side of the first floor.
Due to the first batch of investigations, the promenade on the left side of the first floor was the place where Dongdongsheng happened, and Song Zhuoming, who was in charge of the investigation, was dragged into the task ahead of time. As a result, the situation there was unknown, and the recorded sketchbook was strictly speaking. In his hands, but Xu Lang also has a rubbed version in his hands.
However, he did not compare what he saw with the record. He just walked slowly to the corridor on the left, and no record could compare to his own observation.
In the empty hallway, there was only one figure stepping on the hard ceramic tiles, and there were bursts of kicks, and Xu Lang looked around, the doors on both sides of the room were indescribably ruined. Most of those couplets and door paintings have become white and broken.
Seeing this, Xu Lang nodded secretly in his heart. It seemed that the condition of the apartment in the previous night was indeed correct, and he continued to walk and came to the end of the corridor.
In front of Xu Lang was a gray wall with some spots on it. It was the product of the external rain that penetrated the wall. He touched it lightly, and it was a bit cold, stinging his fingertips, and hurriedly retracted it.
There is nothing special here, except that there is a staircase leading to the upper floor in the west, which seems to be another corridor recorded before.
Xu Lang stood on the spot, looked around, and finally glanced over his head unconsciously with feeling...
Just like Song Zhuoming's situation at the time, there is still a round mirror here, but the mirror is not too big, it just happens to be able to contain all the people standing in this position.
Xu Lang held a flashlight in one hand, illuminated by the light, and looked up at it.
The scene presented an extremely weird scene. A thin man with a pale face was on the ground with his head facing up, and another man with an old thin face was on the ceiling with his head facing down. Just like two men with exactly the same figure and face, separated from each other. Facing each other, we are speechless! (End of this chapter)