Star Trace Gate

Monitoring room.

Xiao Shuai bowed and nodded at the old man. He turned his right hand and a fire starter appeared in his palm: "Uncle, come...!"

Under the dim light, Xiao Shuai raised his hand and stepped forward, about to pull out the lighter and light the cigarette in the other person's mouth.

"hiss……!"

Just when the two were about to have sparks, Xiao Shuai took a breath and said with a very wise look: "Wait, something is wrong. Uncle, you make me feel very strange."

"...!"

The old man was slightly stunned.

Xiao Shuai looked at him, and added in a serious and timid manner: "You are very strange. For an old smoker working the night shift, I personally think that he would never wait for others to bring him a lighter. Instead, if he can't smoke, he will go out to buy a lighter even if he quits his job. And there is a shopping mall downstairs."

The old man with the residual soul was a little confused, as if he had never expected Xiao Shuai to have this idea.

"…Hey, do you have a mission for me?"

"What are you talking about?" The old man squinted at him and said, "Light it up for me first."

"I don't order."

"Then lend me the fire and I'll light it myself." The old man stretched out his hand.

"This is even more strange. Why do you have to take my fire? There is not even a fire in such a big control room?" Xiao Shuai showed a cautious expression as if he was cherishing his life.

"Are you sick? Why are you talking so much just to borrow a light?"

"I suspect you are trying to trick me." Xiao Shuai took two steps back and stood at the door: "I won't lend it to you."

"Then get out."

The old man got annoyed, turned around with a cigarette in his mouth, and continued watching TV: "Psycho."

Xiao Shuai looked at his back and felt a chill for no reason, so he asked tentatively: "Uncle, I'm a patrol officer, I want to ask you something...!"

"Don't ask me, I don't care, I'm just on duty." The old man couldn't smoke and seemed very irritable: "I have official business, come to see the cadres tomorrow morning."

"But……!"

"Do you have anything else to say?" The old man looked back at him, cigarette in hand.

The communication failed. Xiao Shuai looked at the cigarette in the other person's mouth and suddenly said, "Come on, uncle, I've figured it out. I'll light it for you."

The old man was stunned for a moment, glanced at him first, then leaned forward and handed over the cigarette.

Xiao Shuai walked forward with a fire starter, ready to pull the lid off with both hands.

The old man tilted his neck and said, "You are a patrol officer, how can I...!"

"brush!"

Xiao Shuai suddenly retracted his hands and said very cleverly: "There are lines only when there is fire, you must be trying to trick me!!"

The old man felt that he was being teased, and sat there stupidly: "No, are you sick?"

"You are definitely the residual soul that triggered the task. It is impossible for me to lose the Heavenly Work Points anymore. It will be useless even if Jesus comes." Xiao Shuai threw down a sentence and turned away.

"Snapped!!"

The old man was so angry that he pulled out the cigarette from his mouth, threw it heavily on the ground and cursed: "Shabi!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and continued watching TV, but less than two minutes later, he took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth.

About seven or eight minutes later, when the old man was about to get up to pee, the door was creaked open again.

"brush!"

He turned his head suddenly in the dim light, only to see that handsome kid coming again: "What on earth are you going to do?!"

Xiao Shuai looked at him cautiously, showing a box of e-cigarettes he had just bought at the mall downstairs with his left hand, and showing the big no-smoking sign outside the door with his right hand: "Uncle, you have two choices now. First, smoke an e-cigarette without lighting it. I'll give you a pack of Huazi and you can smoke it at home. Second, I'll report you right away. You smoke in the work area. I'm a patrol, and I have the power to do it."

When the old man heard this, he opened his mouth in astonishment, and the cigarette that had not been lit fell to the ground in an instant.

Three minutes later, the old man smacked his lips, puffed on a dull e-cigarette, pointed at the surveillance video and said, "Look... I'll calm down."

……

Underground level -2, outside the inner warehouse.

Ren Ye looked at his reflection in the mirror, his scalp tingling and he turned back suddenly, only to find that there was nothing behind him, and there were no three ghost figures.

The Human Emperor, who had always been extremely daring, couldn't help but reach out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He suddenly felt that there were countless invisible eyes around him, staring at him.

"Damn... this place is evil."

Ren Ye swallowed and muttered.

[Congratulations, you have successfully found the underground inner storehouse. The door here is tightly closed. Without a key, it seems impossible to open it by conventional means. Seven days ago, three storehouse managers were killed here. They died at their work stations, and their souls are wandering around, with no one to help them.]

[Please find other ways to store the goods as soon as possible. ]

After hearing the two reminders, Ren fell into deep thought.

Ghosts are wandering around, with no one to help them reincarnate?

That means this place can summon spirits...

Ren thought about it briefly, then immediately summoned out a special talisman for his beloved concubine, held it between his two fingers, and softly chanted the spell.

"brush!"

The talisman fluttered violently between the fingers, but it did not fly away naturally.

Ren was also stunned for a moment, muttering: "Cannot sense, cannot use? Here... you are not allowed to summon spirits?! Damn, what does this mean?"

He stood silently in front of the duty room door again, his brain working rapidly.

After about three or four minutes, Ren Ye slowly raised his head and said, "Xingmen mentioned seven days ago several times in a row... and emphasized that the ghosts here are still lingering and no one is trying to save them... So they didn't burn the first seven days? They want a ceremony?"

He pondered the details and felt that the guess was somewhat plausible, so he turned and left.

Not long after, Ren Ye took the elevator back to the first floor.

The burly security guard on the first floor seemed surprised to see Ren Ye come back alive and said, "Master Patrol, have you finished your investigation?"

"No."

Ren also shook his head, looked at him and asked, "Let me ask you, is there a place in this building that sells sacrificial items?"

The sturdy man thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, it is. Mrs. Wang in Room 18 on the 1804th floor. She used to be a third-rank craftsman and specialized in refining Yin objects and magic weapons. In this building, she often tells fortunes for people and sells some sacrificial items...paper figurines, Yin Yi, and everything else."

"Oh."

When Ren Ye heard this, he felt that he was looking in the right direction: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After the two finished chatting, Ren Ye walked towards the ordinary elevator and asked in the intercom headset: "Shuai, how far have you gone?"

“Someone tried to trick me into lighting up a cigarette, so I bought him an e-cigarette. I just saw the surveillance video,” Xiao Shuai replied.

Ren was also shocked: "You were right for once?! No Tiangong points were deducted!"

"Yes, I'm very smart." Xiao Shuai replied.

Ren Ye felt a little comforted when he heard this: "It seems that Brother Shuai is not such a useless teammate. He is really smart. I was a little stupid just now. I forgot to tell him that there is no open flame in this building...!"

As he walked, he reminded them, "You are going in the right direction. No matter who tells you to light a fire, you must not do so."

"Yeah, I know, big brother, how are you?"

"I'm also facing a ignition problem right now, and I'm trying to figure out how to deal with it." Ren Ye replied and walked into the elevator.

About two minutes later, he found room 1804 and pressed the doorbell.

“Ding Dong, Ding Dong…!”

A crisp bell rang, and soon a questioning voice came from the room: "Who is it?"

"Auntie Wang, I'm on patrol." Ren also shouted.

"Squeak!"

After a moment, the door of Room 1804 was pushed open. Under a faint red light, a white-haired old lady stood at the door and slowly raised her head.

She had a hunched back and was wearing a Tang suit that looked like old clothes. She was very thin and stood in front of Ren Ye, looking at him with very cloudy eyes.

Two breaths later, a smile spread across her pale, wrinkled face, and she spoke politely, "Child, is there anyone dead at home?"

……

4th floor.

In a very ordinary teahouse, Yin Hu looked at Tan Pang who was also wearing a white suit and asked softly, "Tell me, what exactly does Pan Lianrong want us to do?!"

"It's hard to judge." Fatty Tan shook his head: "I'm very scared now...!"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm just afraid that she'll ask us to fuck her." Tan Pangzui replied sarcastically, "Otherwise, there's no way to explain why I'm dressed like this."

"The thick-skinned Yinhu will never be a slave to a skirt." Yinhu replied seriously.

Fatty Tan glanced at him and said, "I'm not as principled as you. If she insists, I will reject her 90% and leave 10% room for negotiation."

Yinhu thought for a moment and said, "What do you think the sandbag should do now?!"

"I don't know. Anyway, it will be difficult for him without our two great teammates."

"...!"

While the two were chatting, the door was pushed open, and a woman dressed very intellectually walked in and asked softly to the guide at the door: "Are you all here?"

The guide glanced at Yin Hu and Tan Pang and said softly, "Two men are here, but the other woman is not here."

Fatty Tan overheard this and was slightly stunned: "Huh? Is there anyone else coming?"

"I don't know." Yinhu shook his head.

The woman looked at the man and the tiger and asked softly, "They are all old members of the song and dance troupe, right?"

"Yes."

Fat Tan immediately stood up and replied.

His and Yinhu's identities in this building are both performers of the Tiangong Song and Dance Troupe, and they are managed by Pan Lianrong.

"You guys come with me."

The intellectual woman greeted him and turned away.

Soon, the three of them left the tea room and walked into an elevator, while the woman said into the headset, "Call the elevator!"

"Buzz!!"

The elevator went up for three or four seconds and then stopped.

Fat Tan paid special attention to the floor indication on the elevator, but found that it was neither the fifth floor nor the fourth floor, but a "--" sign was displayed.

The place where the elevator stopped should be a hidden floor in the building, or a disappeared floor.

The door opened and the intellectual woman shouted, "Your mission tonight is very heavy...be prepared."