District 9

The main building of the orphanage only has six floors in total. Dahuang and others entered from the back stairwell. Although they moved slowly and did not dare to make any noise, they quickly reached the top floor.

The three of them pushed open the stairwell door, walked quietly into the sixth-floor corridor, and turned to look around.

There was no one in the corridor, the lights were very dim, and there were clear job boards hanging above the office doors on both sides. It looked no different from an ordinary office.

"Touch to the right." Dahuang called to his companion, bent down and walked forward against the wall on the right: "Pay attention to see if there is any surveillance."

"I have already noticed that there is no surveillance here." His companion followed behind and replied.

"It's a bit strange." Dahuang said in a low voice as he walked away: "The one who is riding the horse is an orphanage. It is impossible for the awareness of precautions to be so lax. There is not even a security guard."

"It's probably another place that sells sheep's meat to dogs." The companion curled his lips and said, "It's unclear whether there are any adopted children here."

"Go forward and feel it."

The three of them walked to the right while communicating.

After about ten seconds, there was a fork in the corridor. Dahuang hesitated briefly and chose to continue touching the right side.

Along the way, the three of them paid attention to the surrounding offices, but found nothing unusual. The door of each office is locked, and looking in from the doors and windows, office facilities are also available.

After turning two turns in a row, the three of them looked up and saw that the corridor had reached the end and there was no single private room at all.

"Huang'er, why do I feel something is wrong?" His companion squatted by the wall, frowning and whispering: "This is just an office. There is no room like the two people below. Are they lying?"

"No, those two don't seem to be lying." Dahuang replied firmly: "You can't hide fear. When I asked just now, the older one almost peed his pants."

"What's going on?" The companion was a little confused: "Look here, there is no private room like he mentioned."

"It's fucking weird." Dahuang blinked and felt that something was not right: "Go back first and go into the stairwell to discuss."

The three of them were all veterans who had been working in various environments all year round, so when they saw that the situation at the scene was not what they expected, they immediately retreated to the way they came.

When they went back, the three of them were all very fast, and they arrived at the stairwell door entering the corridor in a short time. But something strange happened at this time. The iron door of the stairwell was actually locked.

Dahuang tugged twice but didn't pull it away, and immediately asked his companion: "Are you closed?"

"No, I left the door open when I left." The companion shook his head.

"Then this is locked."

"You closed it yourself." My companion also walked over and tried to pull it twice, then bent down and said, "Don't make any noise, I'll open it for you."

"Hurry up." Da Huang turned around and looked at both sides of the corridor.

The companion squatted in front of the iron door, reached out and pulled out a long pointed awl from his pocket, then used an L-shaped hook, and reached out to operate it near the door lock.

Dahuang squinted his eyes and looked around with some suspicion: "Is this the stairwell we came in just now?"

"Yes." The companion nodded and replied: "I remembered the way. Look at the sign hanging above the office. Isn't it the Office of the Director of the Education Department? When we came out just now, I specifically remembered it. That's right. "

"Why do I feel something is wrong?" Dahuang's eyes were a little uneasy.

"What's wrong?" asked the companion.

Dahuang looked at the corridor again: "The environment is the same, but I just feel something is wrong."

"You are thinking too much."

"Crack!"

Just as the two were talking, the crouching companion had already opened the stairwell door, and immediately turned around and greeted: "The lock is unlocked."

"Let's go, let's go quickly." The companion who was standing urged Dahuang, and stretched out his hand to pull the iron door.

"I know something is wrong." Dahuang suddenly stood there and said.

"What?" His companion turned around and asked.

"The light is wrong." Dahuang pointed to the ground: "Look, the light here is wrong. It is brighter than where we came in just now."

"Maybe it's brighter outside than before!" The companion stretched out his hand to open the iron door, turned around and said, "Let's go quickly."

After the words fell, the door opened, and a burst of light shot into the corridor.

Dahuang turned around and looked inside the iron gate, and was stunned for a moment.

Inside the door, it is no longer a stairwell, but a longer and wider corridor, and the ceiling lights are luxurious and bright. The ground is covered with thick carpets, and gilded trash cans are placed at the door of each room. The corridor There are H-colored oil paintings full of artistic flavor hanging on the walls.

The companion stood by the door, was stunned for a long time and said: "Damn it, this is not the door to the stairwell."

"We hit the secret door."

"...!"

Dahuang stepped forward upon hearing the sound, glanced into the corridor and said, "You two, wait a moment, I'll go in and take a look."

After saying that, Dahuang got into the inner corridor, walked forward a few steps, lay down at the door of a room on the right and glanced inside.

An old man was wearing pajamas, sitting on the bed, and was letting a thin little girl wash his feet.

When Dahuang saw this scene, his head buzzed. After thinking about it for a while, he immediately left and said, "This place is ridiculous. It's not an orphanage. Go first, go first."

"Si Maozi must be in there," his companion immediately warned: "The private room that the man downstairs mentioned should be here."

"Go first," Dahuang did not choose to do it hard, but pushed his companion and urged: "Quickly!"

Seeing Da Huang's expression, the two men stopped insisting and immediately closed the door of the "stairwell" and turned around to leave with Da Huang.

"Zi la la!"

At this moment, a burst of electric microphone sound suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Dahuang was stunned when he heard the sound.

"You can fucking open locks," Simaozi's voice sounded through the speaker: "A craftsman?!"

After the three of them were stunned for a while, they immediately pulled out their guns in unison and ran away.

"Hold it all down." Simaozi shouted.

"The stairwell is over there." The companion on the left called.

Dahuang glared and responded: "The door signs were deliberately made twice to fool the inspectors. Don't look for the stairwell, look for the window."

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of door kicking sounded deep in the corridor, and four or five strong young men rushed out with guns in hand.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

At the same time, all the lights on the ceiling of the corridor were on.

Dahuang rushed to an office door, raised his leg and kicked the door lock. Just as he was about to get in, he heard another voice coming from the loudspeaker: "The windows on the sixth floor are all welded with anti-theft nets. Can you run out?"

The three of them were stunned when they heard the sound.

"Kang!"

As the gunshots fired, three people walked over from the corner of the corridor on the left, all holding guns in their hands.

Dahuang thought about it for a long time, then said with a pale face: "If you can't get out, turn off all the channels on the intercom, hurry up!"

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outdoor.

Brother Xiao was also a little strange. He frowned and looked at the intercom and said, "It's just an orphanage. How can we not reply for so long?"