Alien Hotel

Deep in the long-blocked and abandoned underground passage, the wall reflected the silhouette of the black forest that was supposed to be in the nightmare. As soon as this happened, Yu Sheng knew that his dangling spiritual intuition was not an illusion.

After a while, he had already brought Eileen and Beaver to the underground passage that Little Red Riding Hood had mentioned.

This place is located slightly west of the middle of the orphanage, directly below the outdoor activity area. The entire passage area has been abandoned for many years, and there is an obvious musty smell in the air.

The lights on the ceiling of the passage appear a bit dim, and are blocked by various pipes arranged along the ceiling, casting uneven shadows. The walls on both sides of the passage are mottled and dirty, and the wall covering has peeled off a lot. Some places can still be seen. To the messy graffiti - obviously the masterpieces left by the children who occasionally sneaked in to "explore" below.

When Yu Sheng and his party arrived, the suspicious tree shadows could no longer be seen on the walls.

"The photo was taken here," Little Red Riding Hood pointed to a wall on the left. "At that time, the light in the passage suddenly dimmed a little. The texture was like the 'twilight' of the black forest. I felt something was wrong, so I subconsciously opened the door. I turned on my mobile phone camera and captured a suspicious tree shadow on the wall - the whole process only lasted a few seconds, and then the shadow disappeared."

Yu Sheng frowned and checked the wall carefully, then raised his head and looked at the light tubes between the drainage pipes and the empty spider webs in the corners of the roof.

"Where is this place?" he asked casually.

"The corner of the outdoor activity area - according to the planning map of the year, it should indeed be the courtyard area before the renovation." Little Red Riding Hood nodded, "Although no clear 'trace' has been found, since an abnormal phenomenon has been observed, Then this should be the location where the luminous object that 'Squirrel' saw fell."

Yu Sheng hummed and looked down at his feet.

"...Are you planning to dig down?" Irene knew Yu Sheng's thoughts as soon as he saw his movements, and quickly reminded him, "I'm telling you, this is not a joke, down here. It's the foundation of a building. Just watch the TV dramas about digging in the basement to dig out the evil spirits. In reality, you can only dig down the building first - the Council's Housing and Construction Safety Department came to compare. The evil spirit is still fast..."

"I know, I know," Yu Sheng waved his hand to interrupt the little doll's babble, "I still have this common sense."

Having said this, he paused and then added thoughtfully: "And regardless of the foundation, there is probably no point in digging down...According to the squirrel, the fallen thing will be 'integrated' on the spot. "The earth is dead, so Ancaela probably has no entity at all, or it has fallen into another dimension and nothing can be dug out."

"What do you think the scene I captured is going on?" Little Red Riding Hood frowned and asked, "Although that thing only lasted a few seconds, but somehow, I felt very... uneasy."

Yu Sheng didn't speak for a while, and after thinking for a long time, he broke the silence as if he was talking to himself: "Some kind of 'leakage'?"

"That doesn't sound like a good thing." Erin muttered.

Little Red Riding Hood looked solemn. After a moment of reflection, she suddenly lowered her head and looked at the tabby cat that was licking its fur seriously: "King, you should pay more attention to the underground passages these days. If possible, it is best to arrange a team of adventurers." 'Just station here - don't want the group that fights magicians, but the group with three assassins."

The civet cat immediately let out a sigh and a low magnetic voice: "Hey, life is too cruel to this little kitten of mine..."

"I'll buy you cat strips."

"make a deal."

Yu Sheng looked quite surprised and had a new understanding of how the members of the "Fairy Tale" organization got along. Just as he was about to ask the "King Cat" whether he usually went out to pick up tasks and what tasks he did. When he was about to communicate with outsiders about settlement, the ringing of his cell phone in his pocket suddenly interrupted his train of thought.

He took out his cell phone and saw that the caller on the screen was Song Cheng.

"I'll take a call," Yu Sheng quickly waved to the others and walked aside with his cell phone, "Hey, ah, I'm Yu Sheng...what?!"

All the pairs of ears in the passage stood up in an instant - the beaver's ears stood out the most.

After a while, Yu Sheng hung up the phone and turned to look at the people who were stretching their necks to eavesdrop with a strange look: "I have to go to the Secret Service - Eileen, Hu Li, you two come with me."

Little Red Riding Hood subconsciously stepped forward: "What happened?"

"They found the two accomplices of the Angel Cult before - but they were all dead when they found them."

A moment later, Yu Sheng had led the fox and the puppet to Song Cheng's office.

Song Chengze was already accustomed to this kind of operation of "refreshing the phone directly at your door after hanging up the phone". He raised his head and glanced at the hotel trio who were led in by the staff, and then put away the table with a calm expression. After receiving the documents, he stood up and said: "Follow me, I will take you directly to see the corpses of those angel believers. I will tell you the details on the way."

Yu Sheng led two followers to follow Song Cheng, and began to walk through the secret service headquarters building like a maze of time and space again, recording coordinates everywhere while listening to the other party's explanation of the current situation——

"After you 'interrogated' the angel cultist last time, we arranged for professionals to conduct a second surprise interrogation on him. This time, we used more powerful mental intervention and hypnosis techniques, and finally successfully pried the guy away. 'mouth'...

"In his subconscious, we dug out some clues, and then finally discovered the hiding places of other angelic cultists lurking in the city - of course, limited to the 'Ancaela' branch - they were hiding in a The area near the old factory area has actually been under the nose of the council.

"The arrest operation started this morning. The information is very accurate and the location is also very accurate. Except that all the cultists are dead, everything is as planned..."

Song Cheng stopped in front of a white door and raised his hand to signal Yu Sheng to go in with him.

Inside the door is a morgue. Except for a lot of monitoring equipment on the roof and some weird symbols embedded on the walls, it looks no different from an ordinary morgue.

Of course, there are several fully armed Secret Service agents inside and outside the room, which is quite unusual in ordinary morgues.

Yu Sheng walked in curiously, then looked back at the door and saw a piece of paper posted near the door, which said some precautions in the morgue, such as trying to avoid physical conflicts with the deceased and prohibiting the deceased from leaving at will. Rooms and such.

Anyway, these are some normal precautions in the Secret Service. Yu Sheng will not be surprised to see similar prompts in this building now - after all, there will be a team of fully armed people going to the toilet here for more than thirty minutes. The security guards are there to lure people...

The few angel believers brought back by the arrest team were lying quietly on several tables in the center of the room, with a total of six corpses arranged neatly.

"There were no wounds on the body, and the initial inspection showed no signs of internal injuries or poisoning," Song Cheng continued to talk about the situation. "They collapsed in the living room, roughly forming a ring, and the 'Anka' symbol for communication was painted on the floor. Ella's channeling technique was obviously a sacrificial ceremony, but the sacrifice was themselves - they directly 'dedicated' their lives to their Lord without any internal or external trauma. "

Yu Sheng muttered while looking at the pale corpses: "...Self-sacrifice, it really fits the style of a cultist."

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Song Cheng shook his head: "No, in fact, on the contrary, 'self-sacrifice' is a rare situation among the angel believers we have come into contact with - most of the time they prefer to sacrifice others, and Not myself."

Yu Sheng was startled: "Is that so?"

"Because they really have a 'Lord', and this 'Lord' directly affects their ability to think rationally," Song Cheng explained, "Most angel believers will have a clear 'goal', even if this 'goal' is determined by Driven by madness, they also have something they must accomplish. Therefore, most angel believers will not give up their lives easily unless..."

"unless?"

"Unless they think the Lord needs them to die now, badly."

Listening to Song Cheng's low-pitched narration, Yu Sheng's brows gradually furrowed. Then he glanced at the six corpses around him and took a gentle breath.

"I have to 'talk' to them."

he whispered.

Of course, Song Cheng knew Yu Sheng's ability to "talk to the dead," so he immediately waved to the armed guards at the door of the morgue, signaling irrelevant personnel to leave the scene, and then looked at Yu Sheng with a serious face: "What kind of rituals are needed?" Materials? The Secret Service can prepare the best conditions for you. As long as you can make these cultists speak after death, feel free to ask."

Yu Sheng subconsciously wanted to wave his hand and say that his "conversation with the dead" was all based on instinct and did not require any materials. But before he could say anything, he saw Irene beside him out of the corner of his eye, and then his heart moved: " Well, please remember-"

Song Cheng immediately took out his phone and opened his notepad.

"Rose oil for the ceremony, a large bottle, tea powder for psychics and alchemy, the kind in a four-pound bucket, as well as purified spices and crystal dust, prepare more... Oh, and ritual candles, As for these six corpses, prepare six bundles..." Yu Sheng said as he thought, then glanced at Hu Li from the corner of his eye, and continued, "Two more roasted chickens, eight roasted sausages, and twenty Twenty mutton skewers, thirty skewers of chicken skin and two bags of steamed buns..."

Hu Li raised his hand: "Also, there are roasted mushrooms!"

Yu Sheng nodded: "Yes, there are also twenty skewers of grilled mushrooms."

Song Cheng raised his head silently: "...don't you want to drink some?"

"It is not advisable to drink alcohol during the ceremony," Yu Sheng waved his hand, looking like a worldly master, "but you can bring a few cans of Coke."