Damn, what a coincidence?

Fan Ning secretly thought that it was not good, but when he thought about it carefully, he really couldn't blame himself for procrastinating.

Go to the corridor on the outermost floor, find the location of the mobile phone, put it in a drift bottle, and rush into the sewer of the innermost destruction room. With such a simple operation, I thought it would only take five minutes to complete it.

Who knew that such a bunch of inexplicable things would happen.

Salman left early in the morning and could have come back at any time.

"There was some movement on the floor below." Fan Ning frowned tightly, "The movement was not small, and I always felt that something might rush up. To be cautious, I hid in the buffer room on the C-level sealing room floor for a while.

..”

Fan Ning browsed through the file records of abnormal situations in the sealing room in the past in Wasius's office. It should be said that most of the abnormalities are some vague sounds or smells that the entrants "think", like myself today.

The movement encountered was very rare.

He had no suitable reason to tell Salman that he had been to the lowest level, but this did not prevent him from slightly adjusting the angle of observation of those abnormal phenomena.

The description of the phenomenon itself is based on facts. With Salman's understanding of the contained materials in each layer, he will naturally confirm the authenticity or possibility.

"Anyone who enters the sealing room during this period must not go to the B-level corridor at the bottom without permission. As long as the last layer of spiritual wall is not removed, there should be no real problems." Salman said after listening.

He explained in one sentence, and then asked a few questions about the haunted umbrella, but then said nothing more.

He waved his hand and signaled the attendant to bring over the "two friends" who had sucked half of Fan Ning's blood as usual.

"Captain, how do you record the detention time?" The duty officer held the tweezers holding "Two Friends" in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, showing a hesitant look.

"Of course it's 19 minutes, 40 and 50 seconds." Salman said, "Can't you be flexible for a discrepancy of more than a minute?... Pay more attention to yourself during this time." The last sentence was addressed to Fan Ning.

of.

He had great trust in Vasius, his capable deputy.

No matter what the management system is, there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. To report an exposure case of "large pollution risk" to the headquarters, you have to write a lot of things without saying anything, and you have to follow up and close the loop afterwards, which is extremely troublesome.

Just pay attention internally. Sometimes these extra actions are too many and take up energy from normal investigation work.

"Perhaps I should have rested for a while after coming out of that crappy place." Fan Ning slightly twitched the corners of his mouth and raised his arms at the same time.

The outer hollow bracket of the funnel-shaped container of "Two Friends" began to squirm again, and the dark suction cup touched the skin, causing a slight tingling sensation.

When the other end of the funnel was also filled with blood, a gentle sound of glass breaking was heard.

Fan Ning lowered his head and stared at its changes. He saw that the narrow and disconnected passage in the middle of the container was connected by a very thin blood thread. Bubbles gradually began to appear in the blood, and more and more bubbles began to appear.

According to the records of "two friends" in the data, since the blood at both ends of the container was absorbed at different times, when there is a slight difference in the residual spiritual characteristics of the two, it will undergo some changes to intuitively reflect the

The level of contamination to which the investigators were exposed.

As the balance is broken, bubbles emerge more violently, and the blood seems to be boiling.

The dense and complicated hollow brackets on the outside of the container began to twist like burned plastic. There were breaks in several places, and several dark strips stretched out exaggeratedly in different directions.

What was originally a small cylinder with a neat shape finally turned into a bunch of weird things like dried tentacles.

Several on-duty personnel who were watching calmly gradually widened their eyes.

"Why is there such a big reaction!?" Fan Ning secretly thought something was wrong.

He knows that pollution will always exist, more or less problems, not to mention staying in a place where mysterious factors such as the sealing room are concentrated for a period of time, even if he just reads a few pages of low- to medium-level mystical literature, the hidden pollution

It can't be zero either.

After everyone comes out of the sealing room, some changes will occur in the "two friends". Generally, the overall hollow frame will be distorted, and the right cylinder will become an oblique cylinder, or the cross-section will be distorted into an ellipse.

But now...

Fan Ning discovered that several other people, including Salman, had instinctively moved a little further away from him.

"Damn it, how can this be considered?" Fan Ning took the initiative to pretend to be relaxed and smiled, "Why do I think I'm fine, except for the few sounds I heard that were a little weird..."

Salman looked at several on-duty attendants questioningly: "Who has more experience in measuring?"

The person who wrote the pen choked up: "Frankly speaking, the degree of distortion is a bit embarrassing..."

He looked at the smiling face of "Vasius" and Salman's gradually frowning brows, and hurriedly explained: "The attachments outside the container are not only distorted, but also have a small amount of fractures accompanied by expansion. This

This shows that the pollution level has reached a high value within the normal range, but the overall hollow structure has not completely collapsed, and it is not close to the level of pollution that requires immediate emergency measures. Well, it is still a little bit short..."

...I am already so seriously polluted? Why don’t I feel it? Fan Ning felt uneasy at this time.

Salman's face remained uncertain for a few seconds: "The length of stay should be recorded truthfully."

"This is an exposure to a relatively large pollution risk, and this entry and exit record needs to be reported to the headquarters..." the duty officer confirmed.

"Then repay."

"Uh...the test responses of the 'two friends'..."

"Report together."

Salman interrupted him twice.

"You have to be flexible when dealing with it. In this situation, if something happens and you are found to have concealed it, no one present will be able to escape..." The hook-nosed gentleman glanced at everyone coldly.

Circle, "I also go through the process of checking myself in and out."

"Okay, okay." The two of them approached Fan Ning at the same time.

Fan Ning took off his thin black coat, shook it twice, hung it on the shelf nearby, and then opened his arms. The thin "gel membrane" was actually stuck to the inside of the coat under invisible control.

However, the way he operates keeps everyone's attention on his own body.

While the staff on duty carefully inspected every aspect of his shirt and trousers, he took off his leather shoes and put them on again.

Finally, the investigator focused his attention on Fanning's top hat and gave Salman a questioning look.

Salman watched the whole process calmly and said nothing.

Fan Ning stretched out his hand, held the top hat, and slowly opened it until the brim of the hat was almost 90 degrees to the top of his head, but there was always a small part of it against his head.

The space inside the hat faced the investigator, and he saw a pure black space, apparently without anything.

During the detailed discussion last night, Sheeran reminded the issue of the "Mantra Snake" symbol on the top of the hat, and immediately used needle and thread to thicken a layer of black cloth for Fanning.

Fan Ning immediately put on his top hat again and put on his coat.

So Salman nodded to his right-hand deputy: "Vasius, you go on vacation, pay attention to yourself, stop discussing occult knowledge during this period, stop dreaming, if you have any abnormal feelings, please contact us in time, there are people from the headquarters

Consciously cooperate with relevant requirements.”

After saying that, he took the elevator up first.

"Okay, captain." Fan Ning breathed a sigh of relief and quickly responded to his back.

There was actually a layer of haze buried in his heart. On the one hand, this entry and exit record of Vasius came into the sight of the headquarters, and more importantly... the pollution did not follow a false identity, the pollution actually happened to him.

On the body!

Is it purely because of this trip? Or has he laid some bad "foundations" before and is spiritually unstable, which has caused what just happened to have a greater impact on him?

Several other people finally showed expressions of relief.

Since the captain judged it this way, it seems that it is a "serious situation within the normal range", but it has not yet broken through the qualitative change line. At least the atmosphere of being facing a formidable enemy has disappeared.

"Sir."

After watching Salman disappear into the stairs, the investigator on duty sneered and handed Fanning a small cigar.

Fan Ning raised his right hand and almost blurted out "I don't smoke, thank you."

But he immediately realized his current identity, said a dull "hmm", took the cigar and held it in his mouth, then put it to the lighter covered by the investigator and lit it.

"Ahem..." After taking a big sip, Fan Ning was choked and coughed, and his mouth and nose were filled with smoke. "What happened at the paint factory in the west last time..." He quickly threw out

a topic.

For the next ten minutes or so, Fan Ning forcibly accompanied these people to chat while puffing and puffing. He finally finished smoking the cigarillo in his hand and coughed several times.

Fortunately, the first thing he looked at in Wasius's office was the work files of branch personnel with photos. He has an outstanding memory brought by high-level inspiration, and he deliberately guided the chat topic to the work information he mastered. Basically, Everything is proceeding normally.

Imitating Vasius' gesture, Fan Ning took a long puff, extinguished the cigar in the ashtray, and walked calmly towards the elevator.

The investigator who had just sat back at the card table suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted something to Fan Ning.

"Is your coffee cup...?"

"Damn it, it fell inside." Fan Ning did not look back, smoke floated out from the top, and he coughed again, "I forgot about this when I randomly checked the ledgers of several C-class contained materials, so don't pay attention to it."

He didn't say which floor or room he landed on.

People who go to the sealing room are extremely nervous about time and mood, and will not deliberately search for an insignificant glass in a huge place. Even if someone does remember it occasionally after a long time, I am afraid it will be attributed to mysterious factors. I won't take it to heart.

"Sir, it seems like you have a cold, but since you are so focused on your work, it shouldn't be a big problem." The other people's expressions became more and more relaxed.

Fanning did not leave in a hurry, but returned to Wasius's office.

A boss who is about to go on vacation must first do the following: complete the backlog of documents and arrange follow-up work.

He signed a bunch of documents in a serious manner and made arrangements for the investigation or aftermath of several important recent mysterious incidents.

Incidentally, he drafted another article, regarding the opinions on relaunching the investigation into related industries under the name of factory owner Stanley. In the reply, he pointed out some clues and stated that since the matter involved two different classes, he requested guidance from the school of thought and the police. The Security Bureau jointly assisted in the investigation.
To be continued...