Nightmare Apostle

"Twist it into a twist? What do you mean?" Yang Xiao was shocked.

Nalan Shuo sighed, "Literally, when he died, his entire body was twisted, his internal organs were squeezed out, and his intestines flowed all over the floor. The scene was very bloody. Believe me, you can't imagine it."

Yang Xiao only went through that scene in his mind and felt shuddering, "Who did it? No, it was - what was it made of?"

Nalan Shuo looked a little ugly, "I don't know, the scene at that time was very strange. The apostle seemed to have suddenly seen something and started to go crazy. He yelled in the special room, but the soundproofing of that room was so good that we couldn't hear it. What is he calling? In order to completely block out all external interference, there are no radios or cameras in the room. There is only a special transparent window smaller than an A4 paper to see what is going on in the room."

"Shortly after he went crazy, abnormalities began to appear in that special room. A strange gray fog appeared from nowhere, and then the man was attacked. The time was so short that we had no time to react."

"In the end, his body was wrapped in fog. When we opened the door, his body was gone, and the strange fog also disappeared."

"What's even more frightening is that this person has completely disappeared, not only his body, but also his internal organs that have been squeezed out,

The intestines, broken bones, and even the bleeding blood were all gone. The ground was clean, as if this person had never been here. ""

"After that, have you looked for this person?" Yang Xiao eagerly wanted to know the result.

"I looked for him, but I couldn't find him. He seemed to have disappeared from the world, just like those who died in the nightmare world."

Nalan Shuo's words brought new information to Yang Xiao, "Are you saying that all the people who died in the nightmare world disappeared in reality?"

"That's right." Nalan Shuo looked at Yang Xiao strangely, "Why, didn't Zhao Yuanpei tell you this?"

Yang Xiao shook his head, "No, maybe it was because we didn't have time. We were in a hurry when we met." It seems that Zhao Yuanpei is Kuang Hongyi's real name.

"People who die in the nightmare world will disappear in the real world. Some people are used to calling it erasure. They all mean the same thing. In addition, as long as they can come out alive, even if they are only half-breathed, they will be able to survive after they come out. Recover." Nalan Shuo explained.

Yang Xiao knew that the physical injuries could be recovered. Kuang Hongyi showed him a photo of Su Tingting. In the nightmare world, half of her legs were dragged away by ghosts, but after they came out, they were somehow returned to her.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Xiao gave his thoughts, "Can I understand it this way? As long as you come out alive, except for the memory of this nightmare world in your brain, everything else will be as normal."

"It's possible, but it's not accurate. If you perform well in the mission and you still have a chance to get the Eye of Resentment, then that's a good thing."

Nalan Shuo stopped. They had now walked into the police station and all the way to the back of the police station, where there was an independent four-story building.

"Okay, we're here. I'll take you for a physical examination first."

There were people on duty outside the door. When Yang Xiao approached the small building, he saw a sign hanging on the right side of the door. It read the words "Patrol Office" in black letters on a white background, which was quite majestic.

Thinking that he was about to have a bite of imperial food - no, no, he was about to contribute to the society and ensure peace, Yang Xiao felt warm in his heart, and accelerated to keep up with Director Nalan, "Director, Is this considered my formal employment?"

"Of course, everything must follow formal procedures, this is the rule.'

Entering the lobby on the first floor, facing the information desk, there are two young girls in uniform sitting there.

Seeing Nalan Shuo coming from a distance, he put away the mobile phone he was playing with early on, showing a professional and cold look.

"Huh!" Yang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. He liked this relaxed working atmosphere and could fish.

On the left side of the first floor is the public office area. There are about 20 people, including men and women, and they are not very old. Everyone is busy in their offices at the moment. Some are on the phone, some are writing with their heads down, and some are talking to each other. Typing on the keyboard.

"These people are ordinary employees and have no contact with our core work. They are mainly responsible for handling some daily emergencies and doing the first rough screening and verification."

"You have to know that weird things, accidents, and other miscellaneous things happen every day, but only a small part of them actually involve supernatural events. They will help us reduce a lot of unnecessary workload."

Nalan Shuo turned around and walked towards the right side of the first floor, where there was a door with the words "Medical Department" written on it.

As soon as I opened the door, the scene inside changed immediately. It was decorated like a hospital. Behind the door was a large transparent glass consultation desk. At this moment, a middle-aged female doctor in a white coat walked over quickly, holding a He was still holding a few pieces of paper, obviously he had been waiting for a long time.

"Director." The female doctor looked at Yang Xiao, "That's him, right?"

In the following period, Yang Xiao underwent many physical examinations, including some very strange ones.

For example, his entire body was fixed on a rotating iron frame and then started to rotate. According to the doctor, this was to test his ability to resist dizziness. He was also asked to put on a strange little device that he was not allowed to take off. He could hear the beeping sound all the time, and occasionally he would get an electric shock.

The scariest thing was the last item. All her teeth were missing. The old lady, who was almost old enough to be Yang Xiao’s wife, held a notebook and kept asking Yang Xiao some embarrassing questions in a serious manner. She was the kind of person who asked Yang Xiao for details. If you cooperate, you will also ask him if he has any hidden illness, whether it is psychological, physical, or technical.

After this trip, Yang Xiao was exhausted physically and mentally. After he came out, someone took him to the elevator to go to 3

On the first floor, Nalan Shuo was already waiting for him in the office.

When Yang Xiao saw Nalan Shuo and wanted to complain, he saw Nalan Shuo take out a file and put it on the table, and then took out two stacks of cash and placed it next to the file.

Seeing Yang Xiaoqian's mouth open and silent, Nalan Shuo frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Xiao, who was wearing a strange device, quickly sat on the chair in front of Nalan Shuo's desk, staring at the two wads of cash, "No, I'm just anxious to serve the organization, too anxious!"

"I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious. Take a look and sign if you have no problem." Nalan Shuo handed him the pen and said at the same time: "You have just joined the job, and your salary is tentatively set at 23,000 a month. We will follow up." A little increase, extra subsidies for missions, and bonuses if you can successfully deal with supernatural incidents. Are you satisfied with this treatment?"

"I can do it until I die!" Yang Xiao signed his name at the signature place coolly.

Before he could reach out to get the two wads of money, there was an urgent knock on the office door. After the door opened, a man walked over quickly. Seeing Yang Xiao there, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"What's the matter? Just tell me directly." Nalan Shuo frowned.

"Reporting to the director, this is it. We have received definite information. A supernatural incident occurred in a hotel on Huimin Street last night. All the tenants living on the fourth floor had a strange dream, in which they were shrouded in fog. , a funeral procession also appeared in the fog.”

Yang Xiao: "??!"