Alien Hotel

Chapter 185 Be reasonable...

As soon as the elevator door opened, Song Cheng saw Yu Sheng leading his two gang members into his sight - Irene sat on Yu Sheng's shoulders, Hu Li stood aside, but compared to the familiar faces in front of him, Song Cheng Cheng's eyes quickly fell on what Yu Sheng was carrying.

It was a vicious-looking "stick" with several rings welded on the rebar, and it was covered with blades, nails, and rusty metal stubble. Song Cheng had seen countless strange things in his years of front-line experience. The "murder weapon", but the first reaction when seeing this thing is still a twitching of the corner of the eye, feeling that even if you take a picture of this thing and send it out, it must be coded - it really hurts just looking at it.

Yu Sheng walked out of the elevator carrying his tetanus staff and looked at Song Cheng excitedly, as if he had fallen asleep on the pillow: "Where are the two angel believers?"

Song Cheng was a little confused. To be honest, the day the director invited Yu Sheng to the Secret Service, he knew that he would show up in the headquarters building sooner or later just like he went home, but he didn't expect that this guy would show up at the headquarters building when he came. Carrying such a thing, his attention was entirely focused on the stick: "...Tell me first what kind of thing is this in your hand? Didn't the guard stop you?"

Yu Sheng was stunned when he heard this: "Guard? What kind of guard?"

Song Cheng slapped his forehead: "Oh, I forgot that you didn't go through the main entrance at all..."

Yu Sheng smiled happily, lifted up the tetanus stick and weighed it in his hand - after he went back last time, he modified this very useful war stick, and now it has more tops. At least twice as many nails and steel bars - and then stretched this thing out in front of Song Cheng: "This is a wonderful tool that will be used later."

This terrifying stick dangled in front of his eyes. From the corner of Song Cheng's eye, he saw that there were two metal plates welded to the rebar near the head. Each metal plate was ablated with crooked two metal plates. There are two characters, one with "principle" written on it, the other with "criticism" written on it...

"I want to have a good chat with those two angel believers," Yu Sheng looked at Song Cheng seriously, "You can help make arrangements."

As he said that, he casually put the stick on his shoulder and said, "Lead the way."

Before he finished speaking, he heard an exclamation from his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw that Irene had fallen to the ground...

Yu Sheng frowned: "Irene, what are you doing sitting on the ground?"

"You damn thing knocked me down with a stick!" The little doll rushed up and gave Yu Sheng an elbow on the knee. "You can't tell the difference between your shoulders?!"

Yu Sheng: "...!"

Song Cheng looked at the chaotic and seemingly logical scene in front of him with a cold sweat. Although he was used to seeing all kinds of bizarre scenes in the Secret Service headquarters building, this was indeed the first time he had seen this style of scene. Waiting for that After the puppet finally calmed down, he hesitantly glanced at the stick in Yu Sheng's hand: "I probably know what you are going to do...but I must remind you that the Secret Service has regulations and we are a formal functional department. ——Even when it comes to interrogating cultists, there are standard procedures and prohibitions.”

Yu Sheng thought for a while: "What if the surveillance is broken?"

"...It doesn't matter if the surveillance is broken, and it's impossible for a 'monitoring vacuum' to occur in a certain area in this building..."

Song Cheng was just halfway through speaking when he suddenly heard the ringtone of his mobile phone in his pocket. He took it out and took a look at it and quickly answered: "Ah, Director."

A calm voice came from the receiver: "The surveillance system in section A-16 of the human prisoner holding area is broken."

"...Director?"

"Do you need me to repeat that?"

Song Cheng suddenly felt a layer of cold sweat break out on the back of his neck. He subconsciously glanced back. Although the corridor was empty, the director's eyes were falling on him from all directions, and the nearest line of sight was only half a mile away from him. Mi Duoyuan: "No, no need!"

"Very well, take him."

After putting away his phone, Song Cheng looked at the hotel trio in front of him with a strange expression.

"...Come with me, I will take you to the containment area."

Yu Sheng didn't hear the voice on Song Cheng's cell phone just now, but he could guess what was going on - obviously, everything that happened in this building could not escape the eyes of a certain lady director.

He felt more at ease, with a smile on his face. He carried Irene on one shoulder and "Principle" on the other, and followed Song Cheng. As he walked, he asked curiously: "Do you usually read The kind where a bunch of lesbians start a band..."

Song Cheng's tone was full of fatigue: "My daughter did it for me! She will get it back for me after I set it up..."

Under the leadership of Captain Song, Yu Sheng and his party walked around the secret service headquarters building, which was like a maze of time and space. They passed through many gates and corridors with strange atmospheres that were obviously set up for security reasons. cubicle, Yu Sheng could feel as if he had left the building The "main building" and were heading to some kind of "deep space". After walking like this for a while, they passed through the last "office" with flashing red lights. After opening the door at the end of the office, there was an Only then did the rotunda like a "transportation hub" appear in his sight.

Corridor entrances were neatly arranged in front of him. Armed guards, weapon systems pointing at each corridor, and warning signs with clear warnings exuded a heavy sense of oppression.

Song Cheng said nothing. After performing identity authentication and registration, he led Yu Sheng and his party into one of the corridors.

Along the way, Song Cheng looked back from time to time and looked at Yu Sheng, who was walking leisurely.

Of course Yu Sheng noticed the other party's gaze.

"You know, I was actually coming to find you," he finally said, "just when you called me to tell me that you had captured those two angel cultists, I changed my clothes and did Report for opening the door—I came to you just to tell you about these two believers.”

Song Cheng's eyes changed slightly: "What does this mean? You..."

"I investigated some things yesterday - do you remember why Little Red Riding Hood and I went to the white exhibition hall of the museum in the first place? Yes, it was the exhibition hall where the sacrificial ceremony took place, and it was there that the two angel believers caused trouble. The one who is being arrested now...the contact person of the Oddities Association who originally issued the commission to Little Red Riding Hood, died recently."

"I heard about this, but another department is responsible for the investigation." Song Cheng immediately frowned, "What do you mean, what did you find over there?"

"Those two Angel Cultists may have come for the 'fairy tale'. They were not targeting Little Red Riding Hood personally, nor were they randomly selecting victims," ​​Yu Sheng said slowly, "The contact person of the Oddities Association who had the accident also spoke to Fairy tales have many connections. The real cause of his death was murder. It’s hard to say whether it was an accident or not. This requires your professionals to take action. But as far as I have found out, the reason why he was targeted and bewitched by the angel believers was because of his connection with the 'fairy tale' - that gang of evil spirits. Believers, planning this definitely took more than a day or two.”

After Yu Sheng finished speaking, Hu Li, who never liked talking to outsiders, muttered angrily: "I heard my benefactor tell me what happened to the deceased... Cultists are very hateful."

Yu Sheng nodded: "Anyway, the matter is quite complicated. I will explain it to you in detail later."

Song Cheng listened thoughtfully to the information, and at the same time noticed that he had arrived at the gate at the end, but before ordering the door to open, he couldn't help but take another look at the "principle" in Yu Sheng's hand.

"Seriously, are you sure you want to use this..."

"I am sensible," Yu Sheng said seriously, "and I also brought Hu Li - she knows a lot of muscle-building and bone-healing spells, and I promise you that she won't make things too difficult. "

"No, I'm not worried about this. I mean... pure pain is actually useless to those cultists." Song Cheng shook his head. He felt that the "people" in front of him knew little about those crazy and paranoid angel cultists after all. He said, "I can see your... um, 'enthusiasm' for this matter, but if this simple and crude method can make them talk, we won't be able to get rid of those two cultists until now." Ask for information from your mouth."

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Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows.

"You can exhaust all the pain that humans can imagine and endure, but for the angel believers who have been spiritually alienated, it is all bearable and can even be transformed into a 'noble sacrifice'," Song Cheng added, "Secret Service There are many more effective interrogation methods than 'physical punishment', including hypnosis, illusions, veritaserum, and even high-tech gadgets such as neural interferometers, but the results are the same - no matter what you ask, they will not answer you. Wanted.”

He didn't say it too directly, but the implication was actually very obvious——

Who doesn't know how to beat someone? If it had worked, it would have been done long ago. Who really cares about the human rights of cultists?

However, Yu Sheng just smiled at him.

"Did I say I wanted to ask them something?"

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment: "...Huh? Then come over here with this thing..."

"Just for fun."

The heavy gate slowly opened, and Yu Sheng, carrying a stick, led Irene and Hu Li in, and then the gate slowly closed.

The armed guard guarding the door watched the three "strangers" entering this extremely high-security cell with some uneasiness, and finally couldn't help but said: "Leader, this is against the rules..."

"I bear the responsibility," Song Cheng looked at the closed door with a complex expression, and took a breath, "Take me to the monitoring room."

"Okay, just next door..."

…

The light blue light curtain in front of him disappeared. Yu Sheng looked curiously at this very advanced thing. He was a little confused about the technological level of this secret service, and then his eyes focused on the man sitting not far away. On the bald man.

The other party just raised his head calmly and looked at this side without sadness or joy.

Those calm and pure eyes seemed to have seen through everything.

His tone was calm, as if he had already surpassed the wisdom of mortals——

"It seems that a lot of things are going to happen today, and new tricks are coming - when will you realize that the Lord's loyal servants will not answer..."

Yu Sheng didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, then he strode forward and smashed down with a stick.

Bullshit answer.

He had no intention of asking.