Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 974

The team's office was not far away. There was no sign at the door but there was a military police booth. The capital had many such units, so the municipal construction was in a mess. This place was not the Khrushchev Building, but it was not much better. The dull four-story square building had an incongruous Chinese-style double-brimstone hat on the top, which was really ugly to a certain extent.

The materials used for the house are very authentic, and one can tell at first glance that it is a reinforced concrete house built in the 1950s and 1960s. Bai Lang arrived at the door and looked the house up and down - there were gardens and open spaces around it, and even an irregular pond that curved like a moon, and of course a Chinese-style pavilion, which was completely inharmonious.

"It's really ugly to a new level." Bai Lang showed his work ID to the armed police at the door and the concierge they were in charge of - there was no need for that, because there was facial recognition, he walked in, climbed a few steps and entered the building. "The materials are really solid, the terrazzo floor, and the thickness is about one meter - plus the poured cement."

This building was built as a stronghold, and as a support point during urban street fighting - Bai Lang knew it the moment he stepped in. The space inside the building is not small, there are two elevators in the lobby on the first floor, and there are obviously two basements. The elevators are also semi-open iron fence elevators, which look old but have much greater safety margins than those modern elevators.

Bai Lang saw the reception room, but there was no one inside. There was a floor map on the wall. The first floor was the lobby, cafeteria, and bathroom; the second, third, and fourth floors were all offices and attached bathrooms. There were not only offices for team members, but also offices for various logistics departments. It looked no different from an ordinary police station.

The eaves under the top floor are actually a storage room, and the two floors downstairs are mainly used for physical training and special ability training, and of course, gun weapon practice.

Even though there was no one here now, there were actually cameras everywhere. People here had known about his arrival for a long time. No one came out to stop him, which meant that Bai Lang was allowed to move freely. Then he saw Captain Bai Jie's office on the map, so he took the elevator to the third floor.

"Hey, Captain Bai Jie, do you want to take some good stuff?" Just after saying this, Bai Lang threw the props that exploded in the school on the woman's big desk. Bai Jie almost jumped up, "Fuck you! Can you just throw it away?" These things all exude a weird aura. Fortunately, under normal circumstances, these things are safe in broad daylight. They will only be dangerous after being absorbed into the body.

"The government recycles these things, right? Then name a price." Bai Lang said nonchalantly, pulling a chair over and sitting down. Bai Jie glanced at him, "I won't ask you where these things come from, but see if you can accept this price - these things have relatively fixed recycling prices based on their levels, unless they are really very useful and rare abilities."

  The recycling price is not low. For the country, isn't money just printed paper? It doesn't even need to be printed, just tapping on the computer keyboard. "Did you receive it?" Bai Jie asked. Bai Lang casually looked at his phone, "Yes, it's in the account." "Then remember to pay attention to your phone these days. I will send you the next task - most likely an investigation or something." Bai Jie signaled Bai Lang to go out. This man just received tens of millions of dollars. Bai Jie didn't really want to talk to this kind of person - her salary plus the profit from the mission was only a few hundred thousand at a time, and occasionally there would be spoils that could be sold for millions.

The expenses are not small, and many things cannot be reimbursed at public expense - there are quotas for these things, and of course you can only spend your own money beyond the quota. Besides, this business is too stressful, and don't you rely on shopping to relieve the pressure on weekdays?

Bai Lang returned to the guesthouse. Interestingly, this was free for people like them, while the other people living here had to pay for accommodation because they were not public officials. It was not expensive and could be offset by serving the public. His cell phone rang. It was an exploratory mission. "Take a special bus at a certain station at 4:30 in the morning?"

The following introduction is that someone reported that there was something wrong with the bus, but so far there has been no casualties, so Bai Lang needs to evaluate it and solve it if he can. There is a special work computer in the room that can be connected to the internal data database, so Bai Lang simply started to look up similar situations like a normal worker.

"Yeah, the previous cases were all ghost car cases that were confused with the last midnight train. It was more like a ghost car that was carrying the dead and appeared in reality for some reason. There were also cases where the accident car repeated the situation at the moment of the accident. Well, some people survived, and some people disappeared. Basically, the ratio of survivors to missing deaths is about one to two, which is really dangerous."

These were written down based on the memories of multiple survivors and handlers - many survivors simply can't remember everything, they were so scared that they were fucking terrified, and the handlers can remember more, but not completely, these ghost areas will always damage part of a person's memory.

The special thing about this time was that it happened in the morning and there have been no casualties so far. "Did it disappear suddenly?" This was the only special thing. "Just don't turn it into Midnight Ride." Bai Lang was quite interested in the fact that there was really someone sitting at the bottom of this car. When he was on the car, he saw it was a zoo, but when he got off, he found that there was nothing there, just an undeveloped piece of land.

And the situation was also very strange. Everyone knew that there were several zoos in the capital, but when a zoo appeared in the suburbs, the people on the bus didn't find it strange at all. It was only after they got off the bus and found that there was nothing here that they suddenly felt strange and creepy.

"This is very interesting. This may involve more than just a weird ghost car. It may also involve the so-called rule-based ghost domain." This type of ghost domain is usually more dangerous and unsolvable, but as long as you don't break the rules, it is usually safer. Bai Lang was very interested in the so-called zoo ghost story. He had long wanted to try to see if he could get through it by beating people up.

To Bai Lang, there was nothing that could not be solved by beating. I guess this so-called rule talk could also be solved by beating. Anyway, he could just beat whatever he saw. At worst, wouldn't it be easy to just destroy the venue? I guess there wasn't any ghost in this world that was qualified enough to withstand his beating.