Supernatural recovery, my system is a computer

Nan Xian was busy all day and finally came home at ten o'clock in the evening.

He and his father fled to the South District. The Bureau of Investigation assigned them a small house with one bedroom and one living room. The house was still an old community with eight floors in total. Their house was on the seventh floor. Fortunately, it was old. The renovation of the community has been completed, and there is also an elevator.

He opened the door with a cross key. The bedroom door was open. His father hadn't come home yet. When he opened the refrigerator door, there were steamed buns, Fuling pickled mustard, and noodles. After tinkering in the kitchen for 10 minutes, he sat on the table and started eating.

The sound of the key opening the door sounded, and his father Nan Liliang opened the door and came in. He changed his shoes at the door and said with a smile: "How was your work today?"

"Stop talking about me, don't you also do this job and earn enough money to eat meat?" Nan Xian said scornfully.

Nan Liliang walked into the kitchen, took out some steamed buns and said, "Young people, don't be too ambitious. Remember when I was a child, my living standard was very poor."

He walked to the living room and turned on the TV, which was now showing the evening news.

"People in the Southern District must remain highly vigilant and guard against the infiltration of weirdos and traitors..."

Nan Liliang took a bite and said, "Have they still contacted you?"

Nanxian shook his head, and then said: "If they really contact them, I know what to do."

Nan Liliang said: "After entering the Southern District, I realized the difficulties of the Southern District, the weirdness, cults, and fear... If I were asked to be the leader of the Investigation Bureau, I might really want to let it go."

Nan Xian smiled and said, "Isn't it just a young man who is in charge of us now?"

"No matter how young you are, you are courageous and energetic."

After finishing the meal, Nanxian put away the dishes in the kitchen and came out and said, "I know that I was able to join the inspector's job because of your reputation as a veteran. I won't embarrass you."

"Oh, who told you not to do other jobs? After all, there are really safe places in the South District now. There is no way that something strange will suddenly appear around us and eat us up."

"Come on, old man, don't say anything unlucky. Eat quickly, I have to go to bed after washing the dishes."

At twelve o'clock, Nanxian was lying on the bed, still not sleepy. There was only one bedroom, so he gave it to his father. He slept on the bed set up in the living room, with what he had seen and heard these days in his mind.

The management in the Southern District is stricter than where he was before. You are not allowed to go out at night, otherwise you may be treated as a weirdo. His network is also monitored, and there are weirdness detectors everywhere.

But living here, you have a sense of security that is far greater than before. At least you don't have to worry about no one discovering you if you die. Under the coverage of the strange detector, every strange appearance will be detected and the investigators will respond quickly.

His and his father's job was to patrol fixed blocks, sometimes on the night shift and sometimes on the day shift. They only needed to report the inspection status and did not have to actually go to the front line when something strange happened. However, many inspectors died on the way.

He looked up at the red moon outside the window, but there was still unspeakable fear in his heart. Since the day Jincheng was sealed, many people have been eagerly looking forward to the day when the blockade will be lifted. But it has been more than four months, and there is no A glimmer of possibility, how much hope do they still have in their hearts?

But people always have to live, so people here have expectations and fear of death. He has seen the propaganda of the Bureau of Investigation on his mobile phone, hoping to give people hope of living. Some people commented: Because the Bureau of Investigation suspects that the accumulation of human fear will lead to more weirdness.But even if it is real, how can fear be completely controlled? The human heart is hell, and there is more than fear in it.

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His phone vibrated with a text message.

The person who sent the letter was a long series of numbers. He was silent for a moment, and finally clicked on the text message.

Ten seconds after clicking it, the text message was automatically deleted. This was the second time he had received such a text message. It was from the Temple of Our Lady. They promoted that the world was about to be destroyed. As long as you believed in the Holy Mother, you could go to the other side after death and obtain eternal life.

There are many such "reactionary" text messages. He also received news a few days ago that Tianxuan would let him be an internal agent. He did not tell his father about this because it would only increase the other party's troubles.

But there are many people who believe in cults, and he understands that. After all, he once believed in the Chosen Society for his own benefit.

Even in the world before the strangeness came, where was the presence of cults missing?The human spiritual world is so empty. There is always a kind of thinking that will occupy a higher position. Some seem to emphasize science, some just talk about benefits, and some advise you to be patient and become a master in the next life.

Of course, the Holy Mother Temple's tactics were never new, and could even be said to be old-fashioned and boring. However, such rhetoric confuses a large number of people. Today, he cooperated with investigators and arrested three cult members.

Because seemingly bewitching words have never been so true as they are today. In the past, cults would say that you will wait until you die, but now the weirdness comes from the netherworld. More and more souls will indeed appear after death.

So much so that the Bureau of Investigation has made it one of the rules that "a death must be reported".

Now he no longer wants to enter the Chosen Council. The Investigation Bureau has shown too many real images of the outside to the Southern District. The dire straits outside are no longer false, but real. He even saw it in a certain clip. An acquaintance, he was thrown into a pit full of poisonous snakes.

He closed his eyes: "If you work hard for another month, plus the old man's points, you should be able to get a Foundation Establishment Pill."

He was just about to sleep when his cell phone rang.

"Nan Xian, urgent inspection..."

After hanging up the phone, he could only curse: The Investigation Bureau is really not a human being.

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Outside, the ghost town of Fengdu in the fishing province.

Hundreds of people walked into Fengdu Mountain, which was already densely covered with vegetation. A large-scale strange incident had occurred here. In this incident, nearly a quarter of the provincial investigation elite of the Fisheries Provincial Investigation Bureau died.

But in the end, the weirdness was suppressed, yes, just suppressed.

"The gate of hell is closed." Ding Shaoen, the leader of the Fishery Provincial Investigation Bureau, came out and said.

Kong Xiyong stood at the back and squinted at the three big characters on the archway. He was in his 40s and could be considered "Kong Wuli". His upper body showed a strong inverted triangle and he was nearly 1.9 meters tall. However, his face was a bit shabby and full of flesh. He has thick eyebrows and even a beard. The black beard under his nose hangs down to his chin.

He is the "Peach Forest Hermit" of the twelve earthly branches. This operation is commanded by him. There are two teams, each with five people, all of whom are elite soldiers and strong generals.

There were people guarding every place we passed.Ding Shaoen explained: "We cannot lose the popularity here, otherwise even if the things below do not come up, we will be suspicious of ourselves." These are lessons learned in exchange for human life.

Then there is Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge, Wangxiang Stone to the Sin Test Stone, and finally the Emperor's Palace. The emperor here is not the son of God. The second is the Emperor of the Underworld, or the Palace of the King of Hell.

The Emperor's Hall is not big, with bull heads and horse faces on both sides, black and white.Sitting high above is the King of Hell. His whole body is gilded, but his face is a little dark. I don't know whether it is due to air oxidation or the above reasons.

In front of him was a yellow silk cloth, and people standing underneath had to get up close to see his head. Everyone who saw it felt that the eyes of the King of Hell were staring at them. He was holding a piece of fluorene board in both hands. I don't know. Are there any commands on it?

Kong Xiyong stood at the door, raised his head and glanced at the plaque that said "God's eyes are like lightning" and said: "The dragons are flying and the phoenixes are dancing. The calligraphy is pretty good."

Ding Shaoen said: "The hermit comes from Lu Province, so he naturally has high vision."

Kong Xiyong wiped his beard and said: "Lu Province has a strong Confucian literary style, and I have indeed received some influence, but until now they are not willing to let me join the Lu Province Calligraphy Association."

"There must be other reasons, maybe because you are too busy at work." Ding Shaoen was also a little confused. Why is it difficult for a dignified person from the twelve earthly branches to join a semi-official calligraphy association.

"Yes, they are all blind people. How can they see the wonder of my calligraphy? I will discuss it with you another day."

Ding Shaoen continued to lead them backward.

"The Emperor's Empress, the King of Hell also has a wife?" Kong Xiyong asked.

"In folk belief, there is the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother in the sky." Ding Shaoen explained as he led them down.

There was a sound of rushing water, and now there were only about twenty people left in the group.

Finally they stopped in front of a cave halfway up the mountain.

Ding Shaoen said: "This is halfway up the back mountain. The cave did not exist before. It was discovered by our Fishery Provincial Investigation Bureau. Follow me."

The circuit has been connected inside, and the incandescent lamp is very bright, but everyone who enters feels a chill all over their body. There is a river flowing not far from the foot of the mountain.

Ding Shaoen said: "The following is probably the underground temple of Fengdu Ghost City."

"What is the Earth Temple?" someone asked.

"Fengdu Ghost Town has existed since the Eastern Han Dynasty. There have been rumors for a long time that Fengdu is divided into above-ground and underground areas. However, no one has ever discovered an underground ghost town before. Until a few months ago, something strange happened in Fengdu."

Ding Shaoen stood in front of a black door and pointed: "Our people have entered this stone door before, and then only one person escaped alive, but he only lived for one day before he died, and he was very nervous after he came out. Chaos, we only know that it may be related to the eighteen levels of hell."

Kong Xiyong looked at the pattern on the stone door carefully and said, "What does the pattern on it mean?"

"We have studied it and it should be Yin Changsheng's ascension diagram."

"Who is Yin Changsheng?"

"A monk in the Eastern Han Dynasty, it is said that he lived for more than 300 years, wrote the "Alchemy Sutra", and finally ascended to the sky on this mountain."

"Is the Earth Temple related to him?"

"There is no underground temple, but legends have always existed. Even before the founding of the country, there was a rule in Fengdu City. People must go down the mountain before three o'clock, otherwise it will be unclear whether the person around you is a human or a ghost."

Kong Xiyong nodded and said: "Okay, I understand, you can go."

Ding Shaoen said: "I wish you a smooth trip and take care." After saying that, he took his people and left one after another.

Kong Xiyong looked at the others in front of the door and said: "You are all the best people from the country. Needless to say, there is no need to talk about the danger. Those who can come today are all people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the country. Jincheng is waiting for us, let's go."

The muscles of his right fist bulged, and he punched the stone door with a single fist like a leg. The door was shattered, and a group of people filed in. Finally, a woman with a ponytail and a hat looked at the stone door and stepped in.

Hong, Hong. . . .The river below the mountain seemed to be more turbulent. .