The Ninth Secret Bureau

"what?!"

Chen Xian sat up abruptly from the bed, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his muscles were tightened instinctively, as if he was ready to fight.

But soon Chen Xian calmed down and gradually realized that everything before was just a dream, just a very real nightmare.

Chen Xian sat on the bed and recalled the scenes in his previous dreams, feeling that those scenes were like he had experienced personally, too real to be real, especially the blood-colored giant tree... where did you see it before? ? Why do you become more familiar with the more you think about it?

Recalling silently for a while, Chen Xian could not find a similar picture in his memory. He could only think that he was thinking too much, thinking about it day by day and dreaming at night. He had experienced too many things in the mental hospital before, and dreamed of something. Strange things are not unexpected.

Chen Xian slept from early morning to late afternoon, and was a little depressed after waking up.

If everyone has something particularly annoying, then one of Chen Xian's most annoying things is taking a nap.

Of course, it can also be said that what he hates is the loneliness of waking up suddenly at dusk.

Outside the window are thousands of lights, the street is full of traffic, the bustling crowd is noisy and comfortable, only his own house is empty and silent, he feels like he has fallen into the largest black hole in the universe, the kind of rushing to his face and deep into his bones. The loneliness only made him feel like he was torn out of this world by some unknown force.

Taking out a pack of ten kilograms of frozen beef with sauce from the refrigerator, and taking out the two roast chickens left over from yesterday, Chen Xian got busy in the kitchen.

Because of his special physique, his appetite is not much the same as that of a normal person. Basically, the amount of a meal is equal to the amount of a family of three others a day, or even more.

If the benefits of not being a temporary worker are better, maybe Chen Xian can't even support himself, and he has this kind of eating method of ten catties...it really hurts money a bit.

The Chen family’s old house is very large. In addition to the main room that serves as the living room, there are eight partial rooms that can live in. The kitchen is a separate room, and the two bathrooms are also separate cabins. If you add the front yard and backyard corridors, etc. The total area of ​​this old house is at least about 350 square meters, and it is considered the largest house in Laoluoguxiang.

Chen Xian likes it very much.

They are even ready to live here for a lifetime.

Although the decoration of the house looks old-fashioned, Chen Xian does not dislike it. On the contrary, he really likes the traces left by the years in the courtyard. Every bit is his childhood memory, which can make him remember those pretty good things. day.

Ningchuan is a well-known tourist city in China, and it is also a city that enjoys comfort. Compared with other developed cities, the pace of life can be said to be very slow, and there are all kinds of entertainment venues in the city. The air is good and there is no haze. , So whether you want to let the elderly care for the elderly, or want the young people to spend their youth here, Ning Chuan is competent enough.

But Chen Xian has lived here for more than 20 years. He didn't think the city was so interesting. His life was not as colorful as the old people. On the contrary, he was like an elderly living in this city, spending every day in boredom.

Of course, maybe most of the old people have a lot more fun than him. At least they can find friends to play chess and mahjong, or go on a trip with friends, and even dance square dancing.

On the other hand, Chen Xian, except for necessary work and food purchases, Chen Xian hardly goes out. He looks like an otaku but he is not a real otaku. He does not play mobile phones or computers. He sleeps or eats every day, or else. Just in a daze.

Needless to say, even he himself felt that he was wasting his time, but he never thought about changing this kind of life, because he couldn't even say what he wanted, and it seemed that there was nothing interesting to him... ...No, I can't seem to say that. He is still very interested in dealing with abnormal cases.

Just when he was bored, the phone rang suddenly.

Chen Xian was about to fall asleep on the recliner in the yard, and he became a little bit more energetic when he heard the ringtone. It seemed that the call was from Lao Zhou, the contact person in the detection department.

"Hello? Xiaoxian, can you hear me?"

A slightly old voice came from the phone, and there were many people typing on the computer keyboard, which sounded like a mess on the other end.

"You can hear me." Chen Xian replied. Chen Xian's attitude towards this familiar contact person is quite enthusiastic, "Why did you call me suddenly? Is there a case that I need to deal with?"

"There is no case for the time being." Lao Zhou smiled, but the voice over there was still very noisy, with constant buzzing, seeming to keep flipping through the paper materials, "Should you be at home now?"

"exist."

"I see the information they passed over... Your task has been completed... The leadership evaluation is quite high." Lao Zhou smacked his lips, looking a little emotional, "The salary has already been posted. Yes, it is estimated that you will be able to call your card tomorrow, I will help you with the bill, then you will pay attention to check it."

"Okay." Chen Xian said politely, "then trouble Master Zhou."

The phone didn't hang up, Lao Zhou was silent as if he wanted to say something, Chen Xian didn't ask further, lying quietly on the chair and waiting.

"I look at the information...you found that there is a Daoist formation in that mental hospital...It's called Luoshang formation, right?"

"Yes." Chen Xian replied.

"Has that formation been broken?" Lao Zhou asked cautiously.

Hearing this question, a trace of doubt flashed in Chen Xian's eyes, and he slowly sat up from the chair, "We didn't break it, the formation didn't seem to start."

"It didn't start..." Lao Zhou pondered for a while, then suddenly asked, "Can you be sure it didn't start?"

Chen Xian thought for a while and said, "At least when we left, the formation was in a state of disuse, and the formation at the front of the formation was also wiped by me, although I don't know if this is useful... .."

"When you left the underground facility, the corpses were still panting, right?" Lao Zhou asked.

Chen Xian recalled for a while, and replied: "They are still panting. They are almost the same as when we went in before. The corpses have not changed much."

Lao Zhou was silent and said nothing.

Chen Xian seemed to feel something, frowned slightly, and asked, "Did something happen to the mental hospital?"

"This..." Lao Zhou hesitated, as if he wanted to say it.

"It's inconvenient to say nothing." Chen Xian said.

"I took a look, it's not a secret, it's like this..." Lao Zhou lowered his voice and said to Chen Xian quietly, "The Ministry of Armed Forces rushed to Wushan six hours ago to participate. I acted, and nothing happened at first, but when I got to the square in the middle...there was a problem."

there is a problem?

Chen Xian frowned, with a bad feeling in his heart.

"When the armed personnel took the samples, they seemed to touch the spine of those corpses." Lao Zhou whispered, his tone a little nervous, "I just touched one, and they all came back to life!"

Hearing what Lao Zhou said, Chen Xian was taken aback, and suddenly remembered those scenes in the mental hospital.

Those groups of corpses kneeling on the square...

Those weird and dazzling golden vertebrae...

At that time, Chen Xian felt strange that there were no requirements for the spine in the Luoshang formation. It can be said that from the formation to the start, there is no requirement related to the spine.

If those corpses are really the mortals in the death formation, then this is really a bit puzzled. Why do people in the mental hospital use gold to spine them? Is the money burning so much?

"Need my help?" Chen Xian asked.

Thinking of the scene of the hundreds of corpses coming back to life together, Chen Xian felt panicked in his heart. Can the Armed Forces resist so many deaths?

"There is no need for help for the time being. The Ministry of Armed Forces has blocked Wushan. Those abnormalities should not escape the mental hospital. If the conventional treatment methods do not work, they may take further steps..."

At this point, Lao Zhou did not continue.

"Anyway, you don't need to mix things up with Wushan. You should also pay attention during this period. Don't run to Wushan. I know how harmful your curious temper is." Lao Zhou said this in his tone. Obviously more serious, and told Chen Xian seriously, "The nature of this case is very complicated. If you are involved, there will be a lot of unnecessary trouble, understand?"

"I know, Lord Zhou, don't worry about it." Chen Xian smiled, showing concern for Lao Zhou. After all, he and his grandfather Chen Ba are old acquaintances, and becoming a temporary worker himself has half of his credit.

From a certain perspective, Lao Zhou is Chen Xian's special guardian, and many cases are also transferred to Chen Xian by his hand.

"Don't worry? If you do less dangerous things, I won't worry about it!" Lao Zhou couldn't help but complain when he said that. He babbled like the most ordinary kind of old man, and every word revealed right. Chen Xian cared, "Take the last case as an example. You dragged the spirit body to jump from the sixth floor. Did you die? And last time..."

Chen Xian blinked helplessly, but did not interrupt Lao Zhou's words, but listened patiently.

But at this moment, a muffled bang suddenly came from behind Chen Xian, as if something had fallen on the ground, when he instinctively turned his head to take a look...

"And last time, it wasn't me who said you, Xiaoxian, you really don't make people worry...Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"

Lao Zhou's voice was still ringing on the phone, but Chen Xian's attention was not at his place, no matter how much he shouted, there was no response.

All Chen Xian's attention was attracted by the person standing in front of him, and he couldn't look away at all.

"How could it be you?"