Alien Hotel

The Secret Service will send someone over. Yu Sheng has known this for a long time, so he reported to Little Red Riding Hood about the appearance of angel cultists in the museum. The Secret Service will definitely come to him as a "special person" to confirm the information as soon as possible, and in the end, It is possible that the people sent here are Li Lin and Xu Jiali, who have some friendship with him.

What Yu Sheng didn't expect was that not only the two captains of the 112 brigade were coming, Song Cheng was also here.

In the living room of No. 66 Wutong Road, Yu Sheng looked curiously at the burly captain of the operations team in front of him, who looked like he was experienced and reliable. He was a middle-aged man with short black hair.

Her skin color is slightly dark, and a scar can be faintly seen under her neck. She is wearing a simple black coat and white shirt. The outline of the muscles on her arms is vaguely visible under the coat. Although she is not as exaggerated as Xu Jiali,

But it was also obvious that they were frontline combatants.

The leader was present, and Li Lin and Xu Jiali, who had come together, looked a little reserved sitting on the sofa next to them.

At the same time, Song Cheng was also looking at this place curiously.

This is the first time he has come to this hidden "foreign land", No. 66 Wutong Road, one of the most mysterious places in the border area.

This place gave him the feeling of an ordinary residential house. Everything looked normal. The furnishings and electrical appliances were all available, and everything fit perfectly with the "social background" of today's border area. - It's not very new, but it's not too old either. What does a middle-level home look like?

This is what it looks like here.

This situation is actually very inconsistent with his experience.

Because the border areas are not without exotic "residences", he is familiar with dark huts, 404 dormitories, or the elusive "Apartment 6" on the edge of the city. These exotic places are very close to a normal residential house in appearance. People may even relax and think that they have just arrived in a harmless empty house, but in fact there must be points in such foreign lands that are obviously inconsistent with reality. They are usually objects that do not conform to the overall background of the era. , or something put in the wrong place.

For example, a brass oil lamp placed next to an electric lamp, a drip device placed on a window sill, or a window set in the floor—all give people the impression that inhuman things are trying their best to imitate a "human" residence. Most parts have been restored, but the details accidentally reveal a misunderstanding of human tools.

But there is nothing here, at least as far as the eye can see, everything at No. 66 Wutong Road is very consistent with Song Cheng's "common sense" as a human being.

--Of course, the premise is to ignore the two dolls sitting on the coffee table watching TV, and the fox who is carefully combing his tail.

At this moment, Yu Sheng's voice broke the slightly awkward silence in the living room: "What, do you want some tea?

"Ah, don't bother, we can just drink water." Song Cheng quickly retracted his gaze, with a smile on his face, and first apologized to the student, "I'm sorry, I came suddenly - mainly because the matter involved darkness. Angel, there is some information that requires my on-site authorization before it can be released to third parties."

Yu Sheng waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay. I just happen to be curious about what kind of person the "captain" that Li Lin and the others usually talk about is. Nice to meet you." "

Eileen and Irene, who were sitting on the coffee table watching TV, heard the polite exchanges on the sofa and turned around to complain:

"You humans have such trouble socializing."

The two of them spoke in unison, as if they were deaf.

"I wanted to ask just now," Song Cheng finally couldn't help but raised his finger and pointed at Irene, "Didn't the intelligence say that there was only one?"

Li Lin and Xu Jiali also looked at Yu Sheng, looking confused.

When Yu Sheng opened the door and invited them into the house just now, the two of them saw two Irenes strolling in the living room, and they even thought they were hallucinating.

"There was an incident and the number increased." Yu Sheng rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "Just think of it as the research results of Irene and I."

The expression on Li Lin's face was a little dull, and he suddenly said: "Then...will there be more numbers in the future?"

Yu Sheng thought for a while and nodded seriously: "Maybe."

Li Lin was stunned and embarrassed to continue asking, because he could see that Yu Sheng didn't seem to want to explain the principle behind it.

Song Cheng felt that there was something strange about this conversation. He didn't even understand how such a strange conversation could proceed so naturally.

But he didn't forget about business.

"I came here for two things. One is about the situation reported by Little Red Riding Hood about the appearance of angel cultists in the museum in a foreign land. I came to confirm some information with you. The other thing is to deliver something," he said, motioning to Xu Jiali to open the door. He picked up the briefcase he brought with him and put a file bag on the coffee table. "This is the complete legal registration information and qualification certificate of the 'hotel'. You can take a look at it. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

"Hotel" is the registration information of a legal organization!

Yu Sheng had almost forgotten about this. At this moment, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he quickly took the file bag. Irene, who was sitting on the coffee table, also came over in an instant (the other one was still watching TV seriously), and followed He took out the contents piece by piece.

The first is a folio registration certificate with a black cover, with the circular logo of the Junction Council and the diamond logo of the Secret Service printed on it in deep and solemn red. After opening, there is the basic registration information of the hotel.

Including information such as registration place, registration time, business type and name, the big word "hotel" in the middle of the certificate made Yu Sheng feel particularly at ease.

Then came a copy of the registration certificate, and two small black devices that looked like USB flash drives.

"These two are your digital data disks, and they also have a special version of the 'Border Communication' program built in," Song Cheng explained from the side. "Plug them into any computer that can connect to the Internet. That computer will temporarily gain access to the Secret Service information platform. You can log in to 'Border Communications' just like your special mobile phone. It has a built-in public account for the 'hotel'. The account cannot be changed or logged out. The device itself has its own security measures, so you don't have to worry about data leakage or tampering. Unplug it. At the same time, the access record will be cleared.

In addition, if they are seriously damaged, they will automatically alert the Secret Service and return the coordinates of the last moment before the damage. "

""——So powerful? "Yu Sheng looked at the two inconspicuous little devices with some surprise. Although he didn't know much about technical matters, when he heard Song Cheng's description, he instinctively felt that these things seemed to be different from the electronic products he had come into contact with. It's a level one thing, if I have to say it - it's a bit of a black technology.

"The Secret Service's technology is trustworthy most of the time," Song Cheng said with a smile on his face, "So this thing can also be used as a one-time rescue device in extreme situations."

Yu Sheng looked curious: "Then if this thing breaks down in my house, can the coordinates be sent back?"

The smile on Song Cheng's face froze for a moment, but he was able to make up for it: "So I say he is trustworthy most of the time..."

Yu Sheng was happy and put the things away. After thinking about it, he raised his hand to call the fox who was combing his tail next to him. He handed one of the "digital data disks" to him: "Put this in your tail. A safe backup.”

Hu Li made a sound, stuffed the small device into his tail, and walked back to continue combing his tail.

"Don't forget to sweep the floor after combing," Yu Sheng reminded him, "Don't get hair everywhere."

"Um!"

The smile on Song Cheng's face continued to freeze, and he said after a while: "..——-Where did she put her things!?"

"I guess this detail is definitely not in the report you received," Yu Sheng said happily, "Hu Li has a strange ability. You will have the opportunity to learn about it in the future - but for now, let's talk about the museum. It’s about that.”

"We have launched an arrest operation and are currently using technical means to identify suspects among the active population in Nancheng District. All external passages at the junction have been blocked. As long as the two cultists are still operating in the boundary city,

It's only a matter of time before we catch them," Song Cheng quickly straightened his expression and said, "The key clues you provided are extremely important - in fact, I have been working in the Secret Service for so many years, and I have rarely been able to catch them at the early stage of an incident. Got such detailed information on the suspect. "

Xu Jiali, who was next to her, also spoke up: "The angel cultists have always been elusive and almost never left witnesses alive. In the past, it was very difficult to catch them. The operators responsible for this matter said that this was a smooth battle that they had never encountered in eight lifetimes. ”

"That's right, they didn't leave anyone alive this time," Yu Sheng said casually, "Isn't this a dead person talking."

The expression on Song Cheng's face changed slightly, and then he looked at Yu Sheng very seriously: "I was about to talk about your ability to talk to the dead, as well as other aspects of the overall strength displayed by the "Hotel".

The Secret Service hopes to have more cooperation in the future. "

As he spoke, he took out a thick envelope from his bag and placed it on the coffee table.

Yu Sheng checked it out and quickly guessed what it was.

He opened it and took a look, with a little surprise on his face: "Bonus? Is it a bonus for reporting? It's quite a lot.

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"It's a reward for assisting in the arrest of the Angel Cult. Although no one has been caught yet, the help you have provided has far exceeded that of an ordinary "informant,"" Song Chengte said seriously. There are corresponding rewards for cooperation. You have just become a detective in the spiritual world, so you may not be familiar with this aspect - when it comes to dangerous objects like angel believers, the budget of the Secret Service has always been very generous. "

Yu Sheng actually didn't care much about what the other party said specifically - at this time, all he could think about was that the new TV that Irene wanted was finally available.

And Beaver’s chicken legs, and all his “plans.”

This thing can make money faster than writing a book!