The Ninth Secret Bureau

The old alley in the afternoon is always favored by the sunshine in spring.

The light passed through the narrow and cramped space on the top of the alley, and silently spread on the green bricks, revealing a lazy and comfortable charm.

The blue-brick laneway with a strong historical atmosphere cannot withstand the lapse of time. It is slicked and reflected by people walking by, and it even emits a strange halo in the sun, which looks hazy and illusory.

In the depths of the old alley, there is an antique blue brick courtyard.

The yard is full of green bricks, the eaves are still dripping with the spring rain left by last night, and a bamboo woven lounge chair beloved by the elderly is placed in the corner.

Chen Xian lay on the bamboo chair and had a sound nap, enjoying this rare comfort.

"Is Mr. Chen there?"

A sudden knock on the door broke the silence in the courtyard.

Chen Xian rubbed his eyes sleepily, yawned and sat up, got up and went to open the door.

"You are?"

Standing outside the door was a strange fat man with a friendly smile on his face: "My surname is Huo, I am looking for Mr. Chen Xian."

"I am, what do you want me to do?" Chen Xian nodded.

Fatty Huo was stunned obviously, his expression was a little unbelievable. He looked at Chen Xian carefully, and there was a little doubt in his eyes: "Are you Chen Xian?"

"This alley is my family's surname Chen." Chen Xian said.

"Then what... I may have found the wrong thing..." Huo Fatty smiled embarrassedly and turned around to leave.

Huo Fatty's reaction was no surprise to Chen Xian. After all, he had just graduated from Ningchuan University this year, and for those who came to him for work, he really seemed a little tender.

"Uncle, are you looking for something to do with me?"

Fatty Huo didn't say a word, his expression was very tangled.

Chen Xian leaned forward slightly, sniffed Huo Fatty's body carefully, and asked curiously: "You have a deadly smell on your body. It's quite fresh. Have you seen any dirty things? Someone introduced you to you. Find me?"

Hearing this, Fatty Huo looked at Chen Xian in surprise and asked, "Can you smell it?"

"Come in first."

Chen Xian did not answer Huo Fatty's question, but politely invited Huo Fatty in.

The quaint yard was neatly organized by the owner, and the most conspicuous one was the century-old locust tree planted in the corner of the yard.

As soon as the wind blows, the leaves will rattle, and the sun shines through the gaps in the canopy, making the entire yard a lazy smell.

Chen Xian introduced Fatty Huo into the living room, walked aside and poured water on him, talking.

"I don't have a few friends in Ningchuan. People who can call me by name are almost always to find me for errands. Are you a private job introduced by someone else, or are you...official?"

Hearing that, Fatty Huo hesitated a little, then replied: "I am the one who keeps the secret bureau."

The guardian?

Chen Xian paused for a while while pouring tea, and couldn't help but look at the fat man a few more times before serving the hot tea to him.

"Tell me about the case." Chen Xian sat on the chair opposite him, his face full of curiosity.

Fatty Huo nodded, took a sip while holding the shelf, but wanted to vomit it in the next second.

Damn overnight tea!

"The content of this case is more complicated, and the level of confidentiality is high, so whether you accept the case or not, all information about this case must be kept confidential."

Fatty Huo put down his teacup and didn't plan to drink anymore, his tone of speech became serious.

Hearing him say this, Chen Xian didn't say much, and nodded quietly.

"Hong Jinxi, the thief king of Ningchuan City, you a local should have heard of him?"

"I know, I have seen his report on TV, but I haven't seen him." Chen Xian smiled.

Fatty Huo nodded dullly, and said slowly, "He stole a national treasure."

"National treasure?" Chen Xian was stunned for a moment, but was not surprised.

Over the years, under the exaggeration of the Ningchuan city media, Hong Jinxi was almost a thief in the eyes of the public. Even the wealthy Lin had been moved by him, and he really didn't know what he couldn't steal.

"What kind of national treasure?" Chen Xian asked curiously.

Fatty Huo took a deep look at Chen Xian, and then said, "A bronze key."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Chen Xian didn't ask any more, and continued to wait for his next words.

"The key was in our hands at first, but it was later lost due to an accident. It was not until 1998 that we got a tip saying that the key was in Hong Jinxi's hands..." Fatty Huo sighed with a face. Tired, "We've been looking for him for 21 years!"

When Fatty Huo said this, he was mellow and vocal, and he was voicing what he said from the bottom of his heart. When others heard it, he would feel full of emotion, but Chen Xian just nodded.

"Then what?"

"..."

Fatty Huo was silent for a few seconds before he said: "He surrendered himself to the police station. After preliminary interrogation, we got a lot of useful information."

"Hong Jinxi surrendered was threatened, and the group who threatened him has taken the key away. According to Hong Jinxi's account to us, those people are a bit strange...They cannibalize."

Hearing this, Chen Xian's movement of drinking tea paused a bit, the expression on his face rarely changed.

"Are you sure they cannibalize?" Chen Xian asked.

"Not sure, so I will come to you." Huo Fatty replied.

Strictly speaking, Chen Xian and Huo Fatty belong to the same department, and they are both under the detection department of the Secret Bureau. Although Chen Xian is only a temporary worker, he has to come forward if internal employees are uncertain when handling certain special cases.

The same is true in this case.

"Can you smoke here?" Huo Fatty asked.

Chen Xian nodded, and took out the ashtray from the coffee table to him: "It's okay, let's smoke."

After lighting the cigarette, Huo Fatty took a few sips, and his mental state was a little better, and the fatigue in his eyes was also dispelled by the nicotine a lot.

"During the interrogation, Hong Jin died with joy. According to my preliminary judgment, it should be a myocardial infarction. He was frightened to death."

Fatty Huo was smoking a cigarette while recalling the scenes that appeared in the interrogation room before.

"It seems that he saw something strange before he died."

"Something dirty?" Chen Xian thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Is it a spirit body?"

"I don't know." Huo Fatty shook his head and said, "I was the only person in the interrogation room except him, but I did see three other figures in the reflection of his eyes, maybe they were spirits."

Death is not the true end for humans or other creatures.

After death, consciousness and spiritual energy will leave the physical body and continue to "live" in another state. This state should be a non-material special energy body in scientific terms, but it is actually the so-called soul, which is also called in the industry. For the spirit body.

If Hong Jinxi's death was related to these spirit bodies, or even directly caused by them, then it is certain that there is a huge difference between them and ordinary spirit bodies.

Because ordinary spirit bodies can't kill people, and they leave after the first seven, so they won't stay in the Yang world.

Chen Xian thought without saying a word, lowered his head slightly, looking at the tea cup in his hand in a daze.

"Do you need me to help you find out the cause of Hong Jinxi's death?" Chen Xian asked.

Fatty Huo shook his head and said that he didn't need to. There was a special person inside to do it. In this case, Hong Jinxi was a trivial existence, and the most important thing was the key.

"The one who threatened him to surrender was the one who took the key...Who are they?" Chen Xian asked curiously.

"Do you know the Wushan Mental Hospital?" Huo Fatty asked, "It's the one on the outskirts of your city next to Wushan."

Chen Xian recalled for a while, and said he didn't know, he hadn't heard of it.

"That mental hospital bought a batch of gold bricks some time ago, probably one ton." Huo Fatty said, "Because of this, they were targeted by Hong Jinxi."

A ton of gold bricks?

Chen Xian couldn't believe it, what kind of mental hospital could have such a big hand?

"That night, Hong Jinxi and his gang sneaked into this mental hospital, intending to quietly transport the gold bricks away, but they were all planted."

As Fatty Huo said, he couldn't help but shook his head.

"Except for Hong Jinxi, the others were killed by the doctors in the mental hospital, and they seemed to have been eaten." Huo Fatty smoked with a calm face and frowned, "Hong Jinxi is the only one who lives, and it is also they deliberately. They let it out, saying that they won’t kill him if they look at the key, but I don’t understand, are they not afraid of being exposed?"

Chen Xian took a sip of tea without speaking.

"This mission may be a bit dangerous, you..."

Fatty Huo glanced at Chen Xian and felt a little drumming in his heart. Although he knew that in this special case, the contact person, Lao Zhou, would not arbitrarily give him temporary workers, and those who had no skill would not be able to get into Lao Zhou's eyes, but ...Is this temporary worker a bit younger?

"How old are you?" Fatty Huo couldn't help asking.

"Twenty-three." Chen Xian replied.

Fatty Huo's hand holding the cigarette shivered, looking at Chen Xian's gaze a little surprised.

In their department, there are nearly 1,000 certified temporary workers.

These temporary workers are of different ages, ranging from eighty to ninety-year-old fathers to seventeen-eighth-year-old juniors. However, temporary workers are also divided into titles, including senior, intermediate, and low-level.

These three distinct professional titles represent their personal abilities. They also mean that their salary and benefits are different, and the cases that they can access are also different.

If I remember correctly, Lao Zhou called before and said that the registered Chen Xian is a senior temporary worker?

Are there any senior temporary workers so young?

I remember the few senior temporary workers I had seen before, the youngest one had to be in his forties!

Although Fatty Huo thought so, he also knew very well that the department never raises waste. Since Chen Xian can get the senior title of temporary worker, it naturally shows that he has this ability.

Thinking about it, there is only that possibility.

"Xiao Chen, are you a stranger?"

Hearing this question, Chen Xian glanced at Fatty Huo and smiled: "If I'm not a stranger, this case can't be arranged with me, right?"

Fatty Huo laughed mockingly, feeling that his question was a bit redundant.

The concept of aliens was first proposed by Huo Fatty and his department in the 1980s, and specifically refers to those who have special abilities that are different from ordinary people.

Simply put, it is a person with a special function.

Under the influence of science in recent years, special functions have been denounced as metaphysics, and some have even become the subject of science fiction, causing ordinary people to have long lost the ability to distinguish true from false.

But what the truth is, only a handful of people know the truth.

The Qigong craze in the 1980s in history was just a carnival feast of falsehoods and lies for modern people. That era was full of swindlers and fake masters, but it is undeniable that that era full of farce also produced many strangers.

The 507 institutes established by the country were used to study these aliens in the 1980s. The official statement is to study human science and supernatural phenomena and to carry out a scientific revolution, but over time, this institute also faded out of everyone’s vision. , Qigong fever has also become a grand farce.

Until now, many people are also curious, do supernatural functions really exist?

In particular, some people often have this question after watching the American comic film, but they will soon get the answer from their own hearts. It is impossible to exist. Movies, comics and novels are all fictional, and reality is not so sci-fi.

But what about the facts?

Foreign people are not as exaggerated as they are in the movies, but they do exist and are inseparable from the real world. Many people have even heard of such people.

For example, Taoist priests, monks, feng shui masters, fortune tellers, disciples of horses, etc.

Anyone who has real abilities, can use certain supernatural powers, or cause supernatural phenomena, can be called a foreigner.

There are currently two types of foreigners in China.

One is an acquired stranger who is born with no strangeness, and was born to be the most ordinary ordinary person, but through religious system practice, he has obtained certain supernatural powers. Most Taoist monks fall into this situation.

The second type is inborn aliens, which are also extremely rare and can be treated specially by Fatty Huo and his department.

They are born with supernatural abilities, and most of them will awaken before they reach adulthood. The abilities of each stranger are different. The most common ability is Yin and Yang. In scientific terms, Yin and Qi particles can be observed with the naked eye. , Which is the so-called Yin Qi, so you can directly see the spirit body in the air.

In addition to having unique abilities, innate aliens have a higher sensitivity to yin and yang particles. If they practice religious systems, their progress in practice will be more than a hundred times faster than ordinary people.

Because of this, the congenital aliens can be said to be delicious in the department. In Huo Fatty's department, there are only close to a hundred people.

And those temporary workers who get senior titles are almost all congenital aliens.

"You can be a senior temporary worker at such a young age... Are you a congenital stranger?"

Fatty Huo scanned back and forth in the living room, but didn't see any clues. There were no tablets dedicated to the ancestors or gods, and it was as clean as an ordinary person.

"Which vein do you practice?" Fatty Huo asked. Whether it is congenital or acquired, foreigners need to practice to increase their own strength. After all, supernatural powers are not a panacea, and in many cases they are not necessarily needed.

"It's not in any vein." Chen Xian smiled and touched his nose. "I'll say yes first. I don't know how to tell fortune-telling and look at feng shui. live."

"Only pick up those dirty things?" Fatty Huo was startled, and asked questioningly, "Which school do you come from?"

"No school, no school."

Fatty Huo thought for a while, and tentatively asked, "Huh?"

"Self-taught," Chen Xian said with a smile.

"Fuck."

Fatty Huo was blocked back and held back, as if being pinched around his neck, his face flushed, and he said for a long time.

"You are awesome."

Chen Xian just smiled shyly, his youthful and innocent appearance made Fatty Huo amused.

"How can you teach yourself by packing those things?" Fatty Huo asked humorously, asking him like a child, with a rare smile on his face, "How do you pack them?"

Hearing this question, Chen Xian answered without hesitation.

"Swear when you meet, beat when you catch, or eat it if you don't listen."

"..."

Fatty Huo was silent for two seconds and asked cautiously: "Are you sure we are talking about the same thing?"

Chen Xian did not say anything, but nodded affirmatively.

"Have you eaten them?" Fatty Huo was more careful when he asked.

Chen Xian smiled, revealing two rows of bright white teeth. The clean smile was strangely beautiful, but the next words he said made Fatty Huo a little nervous, which made the fatty feel a little nervous.

"I have eaten a lot, but most of them have no taste. Why not eat white rice."

Seeing that Chen Xian didn't seem to be joking, Fatty Huo was also silent.

After smoking the cigarette in his hand, Fatty Huo pinched out the cigarette **** and stood up and said.

"The mental hospital has been stared to death by our people. For the time being, there is no phenomenon of people escaping. You should go and see with me now. If what you said before was not a joke with me... When this case was handled You can only rely on you to protect me."

"Yes, bodyguard." Chen Xian was happy.

"Almost, anyway, you..."

Before Fatty Huo finished speaking, there was an old-fashioned cell phone ringing in his pocket. Fatty Huo took out the phone and glanced at it, then connected.

"What's the matter?" Huo Fatty asked.

On the phone, Fatty Huo's subordinate Zhang Dahai, this time he was solely responsible for the stalking operation in the mental hospital, and he was a small leader.

"Boss! Something happened here!"

Zhang Dahai's broken gong voice came through the phone, almost like a broken speaker specializing in heavy bass, even Chen Xian, who was standing by, could hear it.

"The mental hospital caught fire!"