"Brother Bai."
An Xiangwen shouted again in a low voice, and after tentatively checking that no one was stopping him, he ran to Bai Su's side.
"Brother Bai, why did you come out just now?" the curly-haired young man muttered. He thought Bai Su was in the same situation as him, "I didn't expect the police to come to the door so soon... I heard there was an explosion, but I have no memory. "
When you stand downstairs and look up, you can see a large area of missing holes and the surrounding walls that are blackened by smoke. The firetrucks on the side have not yet evacuated.
The curly-haired young man's random thoughts continued: "The police said that this company's pyramid scheme involves incense hypnosis? Why is it related to a cult?"
The human voice is somewhat broken.
"I do lack such a memory. I remember sitting in the conference room with you, Brother Bai, and a man in a cloak walked up from behind..." An Xiangwen said as he recalled, "The police said that he needed to go to the hospital for treatment. Let's check and confirm that the incense has no effect on the human body... so why is it a hospital again?"
During the two rounds of complaints, An Xiangwen was reviewing his own mental journey.
However, why no one responded.
"Brother Bai." The curly-haired young man looked sideways, "Brother Bai, are you listening?"
The two of them were at the end of the line. Perhaps they felt that Bai Su was enough to watch a victim. The members of the special department in front only glanced back to confirm and then looked back.
At most, he pointed to the car in the distance and signaled Bai Su to take the person to the car heading to the hospital.
"Listening."
Bai Su responded nonchalantly, but his eyes were not on the curly-haired young man. Instead, he was looking straight ahead, even a little bit off, towards the alley between the streets.
Just as they were passing by, someone stumbled out of the alley and blocked them in front of them. He staggered with his left foot and his right foot, performing a flat fall.
The passerby's face hit the ground and his belongings fell out of his pocket.
The mobile phone smashed a few corners on the street, followed the route of the passers-by and fell back into the alley, falling into the shadow cast by the wall.
Most people would be kind-hearted when meeting a stranger who suddenly fell down and made no move, and go back to help or check on the situation.
An Xiangwen acted with good intentions. Seeing that the car in front was approaching, he simply squatted down and turned the passerby over.
"Hand...hand..." a passerby murmured, causing An Xiangwen to look into the alley.
The curly-haired young man saw the mobile phone that fell in the shadow. He saw that the road was not far away, so he said to Bai Su: "Brother Bai, please help keep an eye on him. I'll get his mobile phone."
After that, An Xiangwen stood up from his crouching position and walked towards the alley.
Bai Su followed the human's words and looked at the passerby lying on the ground.
It was a casual glance at first, then the gaze became fixed.
This is... The black eyes narrowed slightly, and Bai Su glanced at the passers-by twice.
Then he thought of something, and just as he was about to turn his head to look at the alley aside, a human scream sounded almost at the same time.
"Wow!" An Xiangwen exclaimed, "What the hell!"
Bai Su turned his head and saw the curly-haired young man falling to the ground, and something shapeless and black flashed past in the shadow of the alley.
The moment Bai Su looked over, the black object immediately ran away against the edge of the eaves and disappeared from sight.
An Xiangwen's cry attracted the attention of others, and the people from the special department hurriedly turned back and gathered around the entrance of the alley to ask what happened.
An Xiangwen was surrounded by people and asked, and sweat broke out on his head: "I...I just came to help people pick up their mobile phones, and then...then something, something I couldn't see clearly tried to hit my face."
The curly-haired young man's face was full of confusion. He really couldn't think of what the black shadow was. He could only guess that it was a fast-moving cat.
"I interrupted my rest and wanted to take revenge on my cat...? He moved pretty fast."
The people in the special department were all silent. They always felt that it was definitely not a cat. The description was somewhat similar to a phenomenon recently recorded in the department.
While humans were studying what the black shadow was, Bai Su was still squatting next to the passerby.
His black eyes shrank slightly, and the whites took up a larger portion, but because he kept his head lowered, no one could see clearly.
This passerby gave him the same feeling as the sick human being last night... except that the latter was more serious, and the former had just begun to leak "air".
Bai Su stretched out two fingers and pulled the passerby's head back and forth. Bai Su, who didn't see anything from the passerby's face, sighed regretfully.
So, what is that dark shadow in the alley?
An Xiangwen couldn't give an answer, but Bai Su could give some advice.
——It’s silt.
The black, viscous liquid resembles mud, but the smell is different from the real mud dug up from the river.
Baisu couldn't say whether it was delicious or not. The area of the mud pool was too small. Maybe it would be bigger for him to judge.
But what happened?
Looking past the noisy humans around him, Bai Su looked blankly through the gap between the figures and towards the depths of the alley.
He can roughly restore the path taken by a lone passerby who wanted to cross from one end of the street to the other.
And on this small road out of sight of others, a passerby encountered an accident and was attacked. No one knows the development of this, but it can be seen that the passerby suffered no life or serious injuries after being attacked. fell before their eyes.
Behind him was the curly-haired young man who went to pick up his mobile phone alone and was also attacked. However, he dodged for a while and was not attacked...probably.
Bai Su's eyes jumped and returned to the curly-haired young man surrounded by members of the special department.
He was in good condition except for a fall on his buttocks which made him dirty, and a hypnotic malaise during the day.
In An Xiangwen's own words, it is not a problem for him to start running eight...four hundred meters!
The hand pulling at the human's hair paused, and a shadow fell in front of Bai Su.
No one on their side got on the bus due to an unexpected accident, so they finally asked Qi Zhuyue, who was already on the bus, to come over.
"What are you doing here?"
The woman with a ponytail put her hands on her hips. She stood next to the passerby who was lying on the ground. Due to the difference in perspective, she couldn't see Bai Su squatting there for a while.
Qi Zhuyue faced the entrance of the alley and saw a wave of people crowded there, surrounding a curly-haired young man...the victim who seemed to be taken to the hospital.
Seeing the leader approaching, some team members immediately stood up and gave a reply, explaining clearly and in detail why they were staying.
The pony-tailed woman who suddenly received a series of news rubbed her forehead and felt a little headache.
She also quickly judged that the attack had a name in the bureau.
"Then..." Qi Zhuyue immediately made a decision, "Send this guy on the ground to the hospital as well."
As expected, this is probably the most "fresh" victim.
After giving the order, Qi Zhuyue counted her fingers in her mind and felt that she had encountered a lot during her trip today.
The woman with a ponytail lowered her head and shook her head. When she lowered her gaze, she met a pair of black eyes.
Qi Zhuyue: "...Hi?"
Qi Zhuyue: "No, why are you squatting here?"
Bai Su, who had been squatting there for more than ten minutes, took back his hand and tapped his cheek: "Do I have a weak sense of existence?"
Qi Zhuyue looked away: "Haha... I was thinking about something just now."
After laughing twice, Qi Zhuyue quickly found the existence of Bai Su in the narration of the team members in front, but the human woman was just thinking about something and ignored it.
The subsequent personnel transfers were slightly modified, but generally those who needed physical or mental examinations were sent to the hospital, and the rest of the team returned to the bureau, including Bai Su, who wanted to leave directly.
"Please, Mr. Bai!"
The unknown member of the special department bowed in front of Bai Su, bending at ninety degrees, as if he would not get up if Bai Su didn't agree.
They were at the gate of the police station where people were coming and going. It was unclear whether it was intentional or not, but the car dropped the person off at the gate so that the interaction between the two could now be seen by passers-by.
Pedestrians cast their glances unconsciously.
Since it was at the entrance of the police station, onlookers began to make various guesses, and Bai Su had excellent hearing, so he could hear the whispers of the onlookers even when they lowered their voices.
One could only guess whether there was some kind of dispute, but considering that one person was wearing a police uniform and looked normal, the possibility of a dispute seemed unlikely.
When the members of the special department saw that Bai Su did not respond immediately, they raised their heads slightly and began to add more words: "The chef in the bureau is having a fever today..."
The humans ordered several recipes that were not common in the area, as if they had specially recruited people to cook.
Using food as a lure is a bit silly, but it works.
When the onlookers thought that the young man with black hair would not agree because of this condition, the young man with black hair decisively clapped his hands.
"Okay." Bai Su replied, and turned around, "Would you like to go in now?"
…
The special department borrowed a conference room on the fifth floor, and the scene inside was somewhat nondescript.
Somehow, some refreshments were delivered through the back door of the kitchen, and one was placed in front of each seat. The rest were piled in a corner away from the whiteboard.
A sweet fragrance wafted from the conference room. Rather than saying that there was going to be a serious meeting here, it would be better to say that what was about to be held was a tea party - the kind where you can talk freely and have no restrictions.
Of course, this thought was just a thought. Qi Zhuyue was in a daze for a moment before walking in with the information.
Why is the style of their department getting weirder and weirder?
Although my painting style was not much better before, I was still having good meetings.
Is this why capable people are a little perverted in their hearts?
Qi Zhuyue sighed and pushed the door open.
When she entered, several people were already sitting inside.
All the team members who were free from field duties were called over and sat scattered around. The female colleagues with short hair saw her coming in and waved to her to say hello.
He didn't say anything because the other person had food in his mouth. Taking a closer look, wasn't this the specialty snack of the new chef in the cafeteria?
It's hopeless.
The woman with a ponytail lowered her head in resignation, walked over to the woman with short hair, and slammed the documents in her hand on the table.
Chen Zi: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."
Qi Zhuyue: "...Swallow the food in your mouth before you speak, Sister Chen."
Chen Zi: "Oh... I feel like you're a little angry."
Qi Zhuyue: "Anyone who suddenly goes on a mission and encounters such trouble would have this reaction, right?"
Although this is the daily routine of their special department, they still can't help but complain.
Then Qi Zhuyue whispered to Chen Zi about her journey today.
The initial explosion was suspected of being a terrorist attack, then the MLM scene after receiving a text message, and then the discovery of strange handwritten notes was determined to be a cult gathering.
Then she saw a white strange thing in the cult company's surveillance video. Before she could report it, there was a "slender ghost" with eyeballs right behind it.
Finally, on the way to the hospital, we encountered the shadow attack that has been widely rumored recently.
"It's like stacking up all the buffs... Isn't it so much trouble when encountering supernatural beings?" Qi Zhuyue was puzzled.
Chen Zi listened thoughtfully.
After a while, she pointed to a corner of the room and gestured with her mouth: I think it has something to do with him.
Qi Zhuyue didn't even need to look over to know who was sitting behind the stacks of empty plates over there.
It just so happens that no one is here yet, so it doesn't matter if the black-haired young man eats more now... Wait, who is going to take the plate out?
The gaze of the woman with a ponytail drifted away, then moved back silently.
Hopeless.
Feeling emotional for the second time in a short period of time, Qi Zhuyue stood up and handed out the brief summary of the task she had just written without complaint. It was enough for the meeting, and she would add the details later.
When the food was distributed to Baisu, Qi Zhuyue noticed that the black-haired young man's meal had come to an end, and he called a few colleagues who were passing by from outside the door to help move the things.
No matter how many times I watch it, I still have an amazing amount of food. Is this the strength of a food broadcast host?
Unlike others who may have fake videos, this black-haired young man who has always been at the top of their attention list has been examined by professional doctors in the department - everything is normal.
Appetite is normal, food intake is normal, body is normal.
The worried human woman put away the empty plate and stuffed a stack of paper into the black-haired young man who had finished the last piece of tea.
She no longer expected people to watch well, and hoped that the black-haired young man could sit here honestly until the end of the meeting. After all, even sitting in had to be "kidnapped".
Speaking of which, their department was really lenient with him...
As the ponytailed woman walked to the next seat, she glanced back from the corner of her eye and saw the black-haired young man's hand pressing the edge of the paper and lifting up a few sheets.
But he gave it away without a few glances, and the paper that lost its tension fell back. The owner of the hand also changed his position to support his face, showing a look of disinterest.
Then, the black-haired young man yawned and simply lay down on the table.
His expression was so calm that he couldn't tell that his friend had just come out of the cult's den of thieves and had been attacked and sent to the hospital.
Is this the so-called spiritual difference from ordinary people? Qi Zhuyue thought uncertainly.
People with special abilities are always given preferential treatment.
(End of chapter)
