The Ninth Secret Bureau

When Chen Xian followed Huo Fatty to the Wushan Psychiatric Hospital, the firefighters had already started fire fighting, and the periphery of the psychiatric hospital was full of personnel from relevant departments who came to blockade the scene.

Except for the fire-fighting units that passed special inspections, all others were not allowed to enter or leave.

"Why hasn't this fire been extinguished yet?!"

Fatty Huo parked the car at a more conspicuous position on the side of the road, led Chen Xian out of the car, and asked as he walked towards the crowd, "Where are the firemen? They went in?"

A big bald head squeezed out of the crowd. He was wearing a decent black suit and a gold ring on his right hand. He didn't look like an insider, but more like a nouveau riche.

The big bald head hurriedly walked to Huo Fatty, and reported to him very carefully: "The firefighter went in to fight the fire ten minutes ago, and is still working hard to put out the fire as soon as possible."

This bald head is Zhang Dahai, the leader of the investigation team, and he was the person who called Fatty Huo before.

After discovering a fire in the mental hospital, he immediately notified the local fire department to rush to the scene to fight the fire. However, the reality was more difficult than he thought. No matter how hard the firefighters tried to fight the fire, the fire still could not be effectively controlled. Intensified.

The mental hospital is located on the outskirts of Ningchuan City, next to Wushan Mountain.

As a mountainous area that has not been marked as a scenic spot, Wushan has a large area of ​​virgin forest. If the fire is not controlled and invades this mountain forest, it will be a disaster that no one wants to see.

"How long does it take?" Huo Fatty asked.

"It's hard to say, it's mainly because of the strong wind tonight, and the complex structure of this mental hospital is like a chimney. The fire rushed to the top as soon as it started."

Zhang Dahai hurriedly explained, his voice was trembling, and he wiped the sweat from his head while explaining, his old face flushed with anxiety: "Now the firefighting unit is still working hard, trying to control the fire as soon as possible! "

"How did this fire start?"

Hearing this young voice, Zhang Dahai turned his face and took a look, only to find that there was a face-to-face young man standing next to his superior, and he was a little surprised.

Although Zhang Dahai did not know Chen Xian, he still had a foresight and knew that this was the person who entered the scene with the superiors, so he answered without hesitation: "It seems that something has exploded because we are not inside, so The specific situation is not clear...but many people have heard the explosion."

"Explosion?" Fatty Huo frowned, his expression becoming a bit ugly.

Did the gang of turtle grandsons know that their affairs had been exposed and that this area was also completely targeted, so they blew up the hospital after a hundred?

"Uncle Huo, what do you think their purpose is?" Chen Xian asked nonchalantly.

Upon hearing this question, Fatty Huo frowned and said: "It's not certain yet."

Chen Xian nodded lightly, and looked at the sea of ​​fire not far away without saying a word. He seemed to be thinking about something, and the whole person looked a little surprised.

Ningchuan is a city with relatively complete environmental protection, and there is no excessive industrial pollution, so I have never seen smog, and the night sky can often be seen after the spring rain season.

There was no wind and rain this night, but it was destined to not be calm.

The flames soaring to the sky are like a demon crawling out of hell, biting the remains of this hospital frantically. The blazing fire on his body almost illuminates the night sky of the southern suburbs.

With the efforts of multiple departments, the fire was slowly brought under control.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the fire that had been burning for several hours finally came to an end.

The mountains were filled with dense fog, the air became humid and sultry, and the ruined walls of the mental hospital were still warm, exuding a kind of burnt smell.

Standing next to the ruins, Chen Xian sniffed for a while, and gradually distinguished a strange meaty smell from the burning smell of the hospital. It was the smell of human fat being roasted, which was stronger than the smell of barbecue in the night market.

"How many people died in this hospital...too much lifeless..."

Compared to Chen Xian, who was standing aside with an okay person, Huo Fatty was obviously a lot more busy, rushing around and handing over with other departments.

When all irrelevant personnel were evacuated, only the people from Fatty Huo and his department were left outside the mental hospital.

"Come in with me and have a look?" Huo Fatty said, and walked to Chen Xian's side and gave him a bottle of mineral water.

Chen Xian took the water, unscrewed the lid and took two sips, nodded and said yes.

"Boss, I will bring some people in with you." Zhang Dahai said. He is one of the people who knows the inside story of the case, and he is quite wary of this mental hospital.

Fatty Huo snorted, and his expression became solemn when he spoke: "The outside blockade cannot be broken. Let people continue to stare at me, even a fly can't be released for me!"

When conducting fire fighting operations in the fire fighting unit, Fatty Huo repeatedly emphasized several times that he can only work outside and cannot enter the inside of the mental hospital. The reasons are also complicated, but the most important thing is to avoid unnecessary danger.

What exactly is in the mental hospital?

The answer to this question is still a question mark in Huo Fatty's heart.

However, it is certain that there must be something in this seemingly ordinary mental hospital that cannot be explained by ordinary science. The death of Hong Jinxi is the best evidence.

While Fatty Huo and the others were getting ready to go, Chen Xian also wandered around the ruins, as if looking for something. Every time he walked more than ten meters, he would raise his head and look in the direction of the hospital.

When Chen Xian came back from this circle, Huo Fatty and the others were ready to set off.

Everyone put on a special "vest" made by the department, with an armed belt around their waist, and a pistol holster tied to their legs. Several of them were holding video recorders, as if they were going to record everything inside.

It's not the first time Chen Xian has dealt with these people, so he knows the equipment on them quite well.

The vest is a special bullet-proof vest. There is a palm-sized metal plate in the interlayer of the fabric, which is printed with a certain Taoist talisman, which is just in the chest cavity of the vest, which can avoid the so-called spiritual possession of the vest owner.

Firearms and bullets, military tactical daggers, these are special things.

The bullet is a sandwich bullet, which is full of secret mineral powder that has been specially processed, and the military dagger is carved with a spell on the knife, which is said to be able to touch the spiritual body.

Just by looking at it, Fatty Huo and the others were armed to their teeth this time, and a dozen people were stuck outside the gate of the mental hospital, waiting for Chen Xian to lead in.

"What did you wander about just now?" Huo Fatty asked.

Chen Xian casually explained: "Count how many spirits there are in it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xian touched his chin, his expression a little surprised.

"But I walked around and didn't even see a shadow. Maybe they are in the hospital."

Hearing Chen Xian's words, Huo couldn't help being silent for a while, and couldn't help asking: "How much do you think there is in it?"

"There are as many spirit bodies as there are people who die." Chen Xian wrinkled his nose and sniffed a few times, his eyes flashed with heaviness, and said in a low voice, "There are not a few people who have died in this hospital. This is the first time I have met. Such a heavy death feels like a mass grave."

After getting the answer from Chen Xian, Fatty Huo's reaction was good. After all, his qualifications are here, and he is calmer in situations, but other people's reactions are not so good. Almost everyone is becoming nervous.

In any case, they are only investigators, and only participate in very rare cases, so there are not many cases where they face the spirit body directly.

In the dark night, the hospital door looked at the indescribable crippled man, like a monster who chose to eat, opened a huge mouth exuding blood, waiting for the food to go in by itself.

Inside the door is a deep and dark corridor, even if you flash a flashlight outside the door to shine inside, you can't see it at a glance.

"Is there anything you want to say before you go in?" Huo Fatty said. He glanced at Chen Xian and reminded him, "For example, what should I pay attention to inside, or..."

"What is the main focus of this action?" Chen Xian asked again.

"Search." Huo Fatty replied, "The goal is that key."

"Then you follow me in, and other people don't go in." Chen Xian said, raising his hand and rubbing his nose. It seemed that the smell here was a bit irritating to him, and his eyes were slightly red. "It's too dead here. Seriously, the number of spirit bodies may be more than I thought. If these people follow in, I can't protect them."

Hearing this, Huo Fatty thought carefully, then nodded in response.

Seeing Huo Fatty's agreement, the investigators present were relieved, but Zhang Dahai was a little worried, as if he was worried about letting the leader follow Chen Xian.

"Boss... can this work?" Zhang Dahai asked hesitantly, giving Chen Xian a calm look, his eyes full of suspicion.

Fatty Huo smiled and said it would work, but didn't explain so much, he seemed confident in Chen Xian.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, the spirit body won't be able to get close to Uncle Huo's body within 20 meters." Chen Xian took the initiative to speak, as a relief to Zhang Dahai.

I have to say that in these words of Chen Xian, there is no exaggerated arrogance, nor too blind self-confidence. The calmness emanating from the inside out, like possessing a kind of calming magic power, makes everyone inexplicable. Relax a bit.

"Let's go in."

After Chen Xian finished speaking, he crossed the darkened threshold and walked slowly into the hospital gate.

The posture of strolling in the courtyard makes it impossible to see that he is here to handle the case. On the contrary, it looks like he is walking on the street, and he can't feel any nervousness.

"Boss, is he reliable?" Zhang Dahai leaned over.

Fatty Huo sighed, feeling a little helpless.

"Who knows, I hope he is a capable person, otherwise this time..."

Suddenly, there was a thunder in the sky.

Fatty Huo stopped his voice, raised his head and glanced towards the sky. The slightly swollen eye sockets became a little deeper, and his eyes became heavy.

Zhang Dahai was a wintry person, and he soon noticed the change in Huo Fatty's expression.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Zhang Dahai asked cautiously.

Fatty Huo took out a cigarette and lit one, then threw the cigarette case to Zhang Dahai and said, "It's going to rain."

"What's wrong with the rain?" Zhang Dahai didn't understand.

Fatty Huo shook his head without further explanation, ran into the hospital with a flashlight, and followed Chen Xian a little hastily.

"It's raining," Huo Fatty asked in a low voice, "Is it going to go in and search now, will something happen?"

According to the scientific statement in the department, late night is the moment when the yin particles increase sharply, and rain is a natural substance that promotes yin particles. The two merged together, and when combined, so many people died in this hospital.. .... No matter how ordinary a spirit body is, it may have the ability to hurt people.

"If you listen to me, nothing will happen."

Chen Xian replied without looking back, his tone still calm.

But in the next second, he suddenly stopped, and raised his hand to signal Fatty Huo to stop.

"What's wrong?"

Fatty Huo asked, instinctively raised the flashlight and took a shot into the corridor in front of him.

This casual look made him startled with white hair and sweat.

The corridor, which should have been empty, was full of people at this time.

Those people seemed to be unstable, as if their brains were abnormal, their bodies swayed back and forth, and they kept hitting the wall with their heads, making very slight noises.

The sound was very small at first.

But gradually, it got bigger and bigger.

"Bang...bang...bang..."