The Ninth Secret Bureau

It is no longer the old age. Many superstitions have gradually become clear under scientific research.

For example, the study of the spirit body.

The basic materials distributed by Fatty Huo and his department contained a lot of introductions to spiritual bodies, including Chen Xian's understanding of spiritual bodies from these materials.

The spirit body is the highest manifestation of the convergence of the spiritual energy and consciousness of a creature. Their abilities are also related to their own magnetic field, and the strong magnetic field is strong.

The heavier the yin particles in the air, the stronger the magnetic field of the spirit body. This is a common sense recognized by strangers.

It was late at night, it was a moment when the Yin Qi in religious studies increased sharply, and when it rained heavily, it could be regarded as the Taoist so-called overcast sky.

Therefore, it is not surprising that these newly-dead spirit bodies can appear in front of Chen Xian and the others in such a real state.

"These should be patients in a mental hospital, right?" Chen Xian asked casually. Looking around, these spirit bodies were naked and unclothed, so he didn't dare to determine the identity of these spirit bodies.

"It's possible." Huo Fatty replied, speaking very carefully, lowering his voice, for fear of attracting the attention of these spirits, "I have read the information of this hospital. There are hundreds of patients, and there are only dozens of doctors and nurses. There are at least hundreds of spirit bodies here, right?"

"Maybe more." Chen Xian shook his head.

The corridor burned by the fire was dark and deep. Those "people" who shouldn't exist all came to the first floor of the mental hospital, facing Chen Xian and the others in the corridor, constantly hitting the wall with their heads.

This was originally a confined space. If you speak a little louder, the echo will become louder, so at this time, Chen Xian and the others could only hear the sound of banging against the wall.

The heads that were burnt to black, the sound of hitting the wall was dull and full of a sense of rhythm, which seemed to make people inexplicably immersed in it.

Fatty Huo only listened for a while, and his eyes became apathetic, as if he had lost the ability to control and autonomy, and his body slowly swayed from side to side following the sound of hitting the wall.

Chen Xian glanced at him, and stretched out his hand to pinch among others.

The intense pain made Huo Fatty come back to his senses, as if he hadn't realized what had happened before, covering his mouth and glaring at Chen Xian: "What are you doing!"

"Do you want to hit the wall too?" Chen Xian looked at him amused.

Fatty Huo was stunned for a second, as if thinking of his previous abnormality, he was startled in a cold sweat.

"These spirits are not hostile to us, there is no need to do anything with them."

Chen Xian whispered, patted Huo Fatty's arm lightly, and motioned for him to release the gun and stop messing around.

"They are dead people, with resentment and resentment in their hearts. If they are not stimulated, they may be able to calm down. If we make a lot of movement... things will become very troublesome."

Fatty Huo let go of his right hand holding the pistol, and felt that he was indeed a bit gaffe. It was just some spirit body. It turned out that he hadn't seen it before. What's the point of nervousness?

"What should I do now?" Huo Fatty asked.

"Hold your breath and follow me. Be careful not to touch them."

After Chen Xian said this, he held his breath and carefully led Huo Fatty to the depths of the corridor.

The corridor was originally narrow, and the left and right sides were standing with their backs facing Chen Xian and their patients, so they could only walk through the narrow gap in the middle, and they had to pay attention to the posture they walked by, and ensure that they would not touch them as much as possible. patient.

Under the light of Fatty Huo's flashlight, the deep corridor was still depressing to breathe, like a dark tunnel that could not be seen at a glance.

The two of them dared not make a sound, and even the sound of walking was suppressed to the lowest level.

For a while, only the sound of the patient hitting the wall was left in the deep and dull corridor.

boom.

boom.

boom.

Each patient was naked, his skin was burnt black, and some parts and even the skin was cracked. The cracks were slightly curled like fried fish fillets, exposing the cooked muscle tissue under the skin.

The smell of roasted meat was quite fragrant at first, but it gradually became nauseous. The smell was mixed with an indescribable greasy and rancid smell. The smell of human fat cooked at high temperature was almost like a can. Deteriorating lard that has been exposed to the sun.

Although it was embarrassing to say it, Fatty Huo really wanted to vomit.

Time flies extremely slowly at this time, and every second passing by, becomes extremely clear.

When the two of them completely passed through this hell-like corridor, about three minutes had passed.

In the middle, Chen Xian and Huo Fatty held their breath, and they didn't dare to resume breathing until they walked out of the patient's pile.

"How do I need to search?" Chen Xian asked, looking back at the scorched patients, with a smile on his fair face, "There are a lot of wards here. If you need a carpet search, you may have to live until the next day. Morning."

"Don't be so troublesome, just go to the dean's room and have a look."

Fatty Huo said, pointing to the corner ahead: "I have seen the floor plan of this hospital. The dean's room is just behind the corner on the first floor."

During the interrogation of Hong Jinxi, Fatty Huo got the general information.

The structure of the psychiatric hospital building is in a back shape. The four sides are the inpatient department, the medical department, and other medical rooms. In the middle is a huge empty patio space. There is a small independent building. Hong Jinxi and the others were planted. There.

According to Hong Jinxi, the batch of gold bricks purchased by the mental hospital was also transported into the house.

What exactly is there?

Fatty Huo wanted to know this answer, because in his opinion, the most elusive place in the entire hospital was the small independent building in the courtyard.

What the building is for, Fatty Huo can't guess, but it's so secretive...There must be something incredible in it!

"Okay, then we will go to the dean's room now."

Chen Xian said, continuing to open the way in front of Huo Fatty.

The corridors of this mental hospital looked very unlucky. Although the description was a bit abstract, it gave Chen Xian the feeling that it was like this, and every corner exuded an unclear atmosphere.

Walls, ceilings, floors.

Under the scorched black traces, there was another color of blood, dark red and deep.

is blood?

It does not seem.

They are darker and duller than blood.

"Xiao Chen, do you feel something is wrong?"

"have."

After receiving Chen Xian's answer, Huo Fatty raised his hand and scratched his arm a few times, his expression uncomfortable.

"Why do I feel a little flustered in my heart..." Huo Fatty murmured.

"Your sixth sense is quite accurate." Chen Xian grinned, and a dignified look flashed across his delicate face.

Perhaps because of his identity as a foreigner, Chen Xian's perception is much stronger than that of ordinary people, especially when some dangers are still unknown, he can mostly sense them in advance.

This is a biological instinct, a beast-like intuition.

At this moment, he already felt the danger, and this feeling of danger... came from the corridor behind the corner in front!

"Be careful," Chen Xian said.

In the next second, he took Huo Fatty over the corner and came to the corridor where the dean's room was located.

When he saw this corridor, Chen Xian couldn't help frowning, and Fatty Huo lost his voice in surprise.

"This...what's going on?" Fatty Huo asked with wide-eyed eyes.

This corridor is horribly clean!

The porcelain-white translucent floor tiles were spotless, and the whitewashed walls were as white as snow, and there was no trace of fire.

Isn't this fire burning here?

"Xiao Chen, what's going on?" Huo Fatty asked.

Chen Xian looked carefully for a while, then shook his head and said that he didn't know. This was the first time he had encountered this situation.

The intensity of the fire before is obvious to all. It should be impossible to say that it hasn't been burned here, but this corridor does not show signs of being burned, but it seems that it has just been carefully cleaned.

Could it be...

Suddenly, Chen Xian thought of a possibility.

But he looked around carefully, but he felt unsure again.

"Maybe I think too much..." Chen Xian murmured.

In the middle of the corridor, there is an extremely conspicuous door, which is very different from the doors of other rooms, which reveals a sense of superiority.

"That should be the dean's room."

"Little Chen, let's go and take a look!"

It was a brand new mahogany door, which seemed to have just been installed, and one could even smell the undissipated paint on it.

Fatty Huo looked eager to try, he just wanted to quickly open the door and take a look, maybe he could find the key in the dean's room.

But compared with him, Chen Xian's expression is not so good-looking, even he is a bit depressed.

The closer you are to this door, the stronger the premonition of danger.

"Maybe the key is here...if they haven't transferred..."

Fatty Huo muttered to himself with excitement, raised his hand and held the doorknob. Just as he was about to push the door hard, Chen Xian suddenly reached out and stopped him.

"Don't open the door!"

Hearing Chen Xian's unrestrained remarks, Fatty Huo shivered subconsciously, hurriedly let go of the doorknob, turned his face to look at Chen Xian and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something?"

"There is a voice." Chen Xian whispered.

Fatty Huo hurriedly calmed down, put his ears up and listened carefully, wanting to hear what Chen Xian was talking about.

But there is still silence in the corridor. It is no exaggeration to describe it as a needle drop. Where can there be other sounds?

"Could it be that you got it wrong?" Huo Fatty asked.

"That's right, in there."

When Chen Xian said this, he took a step forward and pressed his ear to the door.

Inside, there was a sound of paper turning.

It seems someone is writing in it?

Chen Xian was familiar with the sound of the pen scratching across the paper.

"Someone," Chen Xian whispered.

"People?" Fatty Huo frowned.

Chen Xian thought for a while and said, not sure.

"I'll go in first, be careful."

With that, Chen Xian held the door handle and twisted it slightly.

Accompanied by a very crisp mechanical turning sound, the office door opened instantly.

Fatty Huo drew out his pistol and stood on one side close to the wall waiting in a battle, leaving only Chen Xian standing outside the door.

It's dark in the dean's room.

The curtains were all drawn, there was no light, and no light source could be found. It can be said that the visibility inside is terribly low. Even if Fatty Huo took a bold look, he couldn't see anything.

This office seemed to have been swallowed by darkness, and even Chen Xian felt uneasy with the weird atmosphere.

Fatty Huo was about to wave his flashlight in, but he was stopped by Chen Xian as soon as he raised his hand.

"Don't use a flashlight, I can see it."

Chen Xian's eyesight is relatively average, not much different from ordinary people, but he can see things in the dark, which is also one of the biggest differences between him and ordinary people.

In his eyes, the visibility of this room is very low, but it is still not invisible.

The dean's room was decorated very simply, and unexpectedly narrow and cramped, not as good as the wards I passed by before.

About ten square meters.

There is only a desk, a leather chair, and no other furniture.

On that only chair, there was a "weird" sitting.

This is also the reason why Chen Xian didn't dare to let Fatty Huo turn on the lamp, for fear that he would be disturbed.

The naked man was as thin as wood, with a skinny body, just like a skeleton covered in skin. There was no fat at all, and the eye sockets were deeply sunken.

The light here is too dim, even if Chen Xian can look at something in the dark, he still can't tell the color of his skin.

At this moment, it clutched a pen with its fingers like dead branches, and kept writing something in a notebook.

Doesn't seem to be a spirit body?

Chen Xian looked at the strange man with some curiosity, and planned to take a closer look and observe.

Without waiting for Fatty Huo to say anything, Chen Xian took a step forward and crossed the threshold into the dean's room.

The moment he walked into this room, he didn't notice it.

The office door behind...

Disappeared.