The Ninth Secret Bureau

Outside the house, Fatty Huo and others have been busy for nearly ten minutes. They searched the area within a kilometer, but even so they couldn't find Mu He.

"Huo Ju, are you too nervous?" Song Jueming walked out of the tent with a cup of hot coffee in his hand, rubbing his red eyes, yawning when he spoke, "maybe the little girl thinks Bored to go home by myself, do you have her phone number? Make a call and have a look! "

"If there is, it will be fine." Huo Fatty smiled bitterly, remembering the instructions Chen Xian had given him before, saying that she must keep an eye on Mu He and don't let her run around, because her brain is not good, so it is easy to do some dangerous things. thing.

The more he thinks of this, the more anxious Fatty Huo is. Although Mu He does not have a deep relationship with him, but with Chen Xian in it, Fatty Huo really dare not lose Mu He, let alone the girl. The impression left on him was also good, and losing her in this way caused her to have some accidents...this conscience can't get through!

"Find! Keep looking for me!" Huo Fatty said angrily.

At this time, Huo Fatty began to feel that this matter was a bit weird, but he did not delve into it, only that it might be a coincidence.

The staff stationed near the tent are all employees of the Ningchuan branch of the Secret Bureau. Ninety percent of the members are professionally educated, and their physical fitness is definitely better than ordinary people. It can be said that this is an enhanced version of the police.

But that's it, hundreds of people couldn't find Mu He. Even when she left the tent, no one except Song Jueming found her. Mu He was so easy from their eyelids. The bottom slipped away, and no one believed this kind of thing!

"Don't worry, I'll let my hands go down and look around." Song Jueming walked to Huo Fatty and comforted.

Among the branch staff who came to Chengnan to handle the case this time, they belonged to the investigation department the most. According to Song Jueming, the girl’s disappearance was just a coincidence. Fart, the housing area has been sealed off by them for eight lifetimes, and even flies can't fly in, let alone a big living person? If you want to find it, you have to look back down the road!

At this moment, Song Jueming firmly believed that his analysis was correct, and began to assign tasks to the investigators. Some people were selected from the staff in the blockade, and they started looking back along the road.

"Old Huo!!"

Zhao Song's shouting drew the attention of many people at night. Many people nearby subconsciously looked at him, including Fatty Huo. Zhao Song raised his hand and pointed it at the sky.

In the night sky of the southern part of the city, there is a group of huge “clouds” emitting a weird red light. It is like the kind of thunderclouds that appear with low-pressure weather in a thunderstorm climate. It does not seem to be far away from the ground, but It seems to have nothing to do with wind and rain. When the clouds are squirming up and down, it does not emit thunder. It only shows a kind of oppressive silence, such as the tranquility before a storm...

It was very windy tonight in Ningchuan.

Fatty Huo and others standing on the open ground were all squinted by the continuous cold wind, and the tent cloth behind them was also squeaking, if it weren’t for a dozen ground forks connected with ropes to tie the tent. I am afraid that this tent will have to be blown into the sky by the strong wind.

"Something's wrong..." Fatty Huo looked at the red cloud in the sky, his slightly swollen face gradually showed a panic expression, "The wind is so strong... how did it stop? Staying still..."

"Seeing a scarlet cloud at night is like seeing blood, this is an ominous omen..." Song Jueming frowned, "Who saw how this cloud appeared? Was it floating from a distance or ?"

At this time, someone in the crowd answered Song Jueming's question.

"It seems to have risen from the housing complex!"

"Rise from the housing complex?" Song Jueming looked at the man confusedly. The Fatty Huo and others around him were also confused, "How did they rise?"

"Are you wrong?" Someone in the crowd also questioned, "I have been staring at the movement in the room just now, why didn't I see it rising?"

"Yeah, I didn't see it either!"

"I haven't seen it either."

After the investigator said that he saw the cloud rising from the housing complex, most of the people spoke in denial because they did not see the picture the investigator said, but felt that he had read it wrong or was too tired to appear. Hallucinations.

Such a big cloud rises from the house, can you see others or not?

"I... I seem to have seen it too..."

Suddenly, another female staff member raised her hand, as if she did not dare to face other people's suspicious eyes, she kept her head down while speaking, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"Are you wrong?"

"Yeah, if you can see me, so surely..."

"Be quiet!"

Fatty Huo yelled and calmed all the staff present, and for a moment the open space, which was chaotic as a vegetable market, quieted down. No one dared to speak indiscriminately at this knot, for fear of touching Director Huo's mold.

"You, and you, are only the two of you seeing?" Huo Fatty asked as he scanned the crowd. "Is anyone else seeing? Say it when you see it!"

In the voice of Huo Fatty's questioning, more than a dozen employees raised their hands scatteredly, indicating that they had seen the wonder of clouds rising from the house.

Next, Huo Fatty called these witnesses into the tent. With the presence of several other section chiefs, he briefly asked how these witnesses saw the clouds rising from the house. During the process Have you seen other visions or heard any special sounds...

After several minutes of interrogation records, Fatty Huo and the others found that these witnesses' experiences were surprisingly similar, and it was completely possible to rule out the possibility of hallucinations or dazzling.

They all suddenly saw a red light appearing in the room, but before they waited for them to tell other people about the situation, the red light turned into dense smoke, and it gathered in a cluster and rose rapidly to the sky... ..

From appearance to lift-off into a cloud, this process will not exceed ten seconds.

"Old Song, you know these weird things best. Do you know what happened to that cloud?" Fatty Huo asked Song Jueming after thinking for a long time and still couldn't get the answer. It shouldn't be a good phenomenon for this cloud to appear, right?"

Song Jueming didn't speak, and his decadent expression became somber as water. He seemed to be aware of the danger, and the whole person gave a feeling of mental tension.

"I don't know... This cloud is very different from the blood cloud recorded in the book... Maybe I read it wrong before..." Song Jueming said The voice is hoarse.

"You must be wrong." Zhao Song said from the side, standing by the tent door observing the red cloud in the sky, and said without looking back, "I have seen the blood cloud you mentioned. It was six years old. When I was on a mission in Inner Mongolia, the sky was full of blood clouds of the kind you mentioned, but now this one is obviously not. Don’t you think the light it emits is like firelight?"

Fire?

Hearing this, Song Jueming hurriedly got up and walked forward, and then carefully glanced at the sky.

At this time, everyone suddenly discovered that the red clouds in the sky had changed. The light emitted by its body became much dim, and the red light was no longer emitted from all sides, but from the cracks in the cloud. ...Like charcoal or paper that is about to burn out, the countless intersecting cracks are like some unknown mysterious pattern, flashing a burst of red light that makes people feel quite unclear.

"It seems that something is falling there. Is it raining?" Zhao Song squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. As if he could not see clearly at the end, he asked someone to bring a binoculars.

But before he could see, Fatty Huo took it over—

I have to say that the binoculars equipped inside the Secret Bureau are much stronger than ordinary ones. Even if it is late at night when the brightness is extremely unsatisfactory, it can also make people clearly see everything that is happening in the sky.

Between the squirming and surging clouds, Fatty Huo saw a lot of things that he hadn't expected.

That is snow.

Black snow.

They carried the flames, like burning embers, scattered to the ground overwhelmingly.

"Director!! A message from the headquarters!!!"

At this time, a liaison officer suddenly ran in from outside the tent, perhaps because he ran too eagerly and didn't pay attention to the road. When he rushed into the door, he almost ran into Fatty Huo.

"A message from the headquarters?" Fatty Huo frowned and seemed a little puzzled. "I remember as if we haven't asked the headquarters for help yet? Why did they send the message?"

"That's not the case!" The liaison officer was sweating, and he was so nervous that he couldn't speak. "The headquarters said that the rating of this case is too low and it has exceeded the scope of high-level cases. They have already mentioned this case to the special level. I also asked if you need the support of the headquarters!!"