This aura is deadly

The decoration in this building is very simple. The passage on the left leads to the elevator inside. There is a large blackboard hanging on the wall on the right. I don't know what the things written on it mean.

There are two rows of benches in the hall, and a few people in suits are standing there talking.

In the center of the lobby on the first floor is a four-way inquiry window. A fat black woman is sitting inside playing with her mobile phone.

"Uh huh... I want to... uh, meet with a doctor from a research institute. We have made an appointment." Chen Ke coughed and said.

"Do you have his code?" the black woman looked up, glanced at Chen Ke, and asked.

"Of course, 0..." As soon as Chen Ke started to speak, the black woman handed a small keyboard and a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen out of the window.

"Enter the code and fill out this form." The black woman said.

Ah...that's really troublesome.

Chen Ke took the thing, entered 0451 first, and then lay on it to fill out the form.

This form has very complicated required fields, and it is almost as if all the information about the visitor's life experience must be investigated clearly, such as place of residence, employer, place of birth, year of birth, driver's license...

Chen Ke took some time to fill it out, some of which were completely made up, and then handed them over to the black woman.

"If this fucking thing can pass... it will be a miracle..." Chen Ke muttered to himself, waiting for the black woman's reaction.

She looked at the watch, entered something into the computer, shook the mouse and made a right click, then raised her head and glanced at Chen Ke.

Chen Ke smiled back.

The black woman lowered her head and took out a seal, clicked it three times, stamped red seals on different locations on the form, and then stuffed the form into an envelope.

"Um...is it okay?" Chen Ke asked.

"Of course, we will notify you of the review results within three working days, and then arrange a train ride into the research area for you..." the black woman said methodically.

"What?! Three days? I made an appointment with her this afternoon!" Chen Ke's tone was a little high.

"Don't get excited, sir. Everyone is in a hurry, but there is always a sequence, right?" the black woman said.

"I...that's not what she said." Chen Ke said.

"That is a restricted area. Ordinary vehicles cannot enter. Only our cars can enter. This is the rule...but...I can really see that you are in a hurry..." the black woman whispered.

The black woman seemed to be hinting at something. Chen Ke looked at her with squinted eyes, feeling like he was waiting to be slaughtered.

"I have to go in this afternoon... Is there anything you can do?" Chen Ke asked.

"There are a lot of people queuing up to get into the institute, and we can always find some space to help you get in...jump in the queue. I happen to know the driver very well, but it's very risky..." Black woman.

"Okay...how do you think it's worth taking this risk?" Chen Ke asked.

The black woman stretched out a finger and looked at Chen Ke with round eyes.

"Uh...10 coins?" Chen Ke asked.

"Sir, you have no sincerity at all... In this case, you should wait for three working days..." the black woman said and turned away.

"Wait...wait...100 coins? Right?" Chen Ke hurriedly walked around to the left window.

"It seems that you still don't understand how risky this matter is... If I am caught, I may be fired. You have to know that I have six children to raise." The black woman said.

"Hmm...1,000 coins?" Chen Ke asked through gritted teeth.

"You are enlightened..." the black woman smiled.

"Send me in this afternoon...? You promise?" Chen Ke frowned.

"I'll send you in immediately," the black woman said.

The two struck a deal.

The black woman handed a notebook to Chen Ke, and then he stuffed ten 100 banknotes into the pages and handed the notebook back.

The black woman took the notebook and stuffed it into the file rack nearby. Then he pulled out a blue magnetic card from under the cabinet and handed it to Chen Ke. This blue magnetic card says: Visitor ID, white text on a blue background, but there is nothing else on it.

"Go to the parking lot behind the building and get on bus No. 2, the blue one. It leaves at 2:30, you still have 5 minutes." The black woman said.

"Okay..." Chen Ke sighed, took the magnetic card and turned away.

When Chen Ke ran to the parking lot behind the building, a green bus had already started. The bus passed by Chen Ke, and all he saw through the window were people wearing security uniforms.

"Blue... blue..." Chen Kemo chanted, ran into the parking lot, and started looking for the blue bus.

There are five colors of buses in this parking lot, red, green, yellow, white and blue. I don’t know that the number of blue buses is the least, but they all left and only one parked there.

Chen Ke ran over and knocked on the closed car door.

"You're so lucky, I'll be leaving soon." The driver opened the door and smiled.

Chen Ke got on the car, looked into the carriage, and found several people sitting inside. As he was about to walk into the carriage, he was stopped by the driver.

"Swipe it, buddy." The driver said, directing Chen Ke to look at the blue sensor on the side.

Chen Ke took out the blue magnetic card from his pocket and swiped it against the blue sensor.

"Didi..." The sensor made a sharp sound, and one more indicator light on it lit up.

Chen Ke glanced at it and saw that there were only 12 indicator lights in the row.

"Find a seat and sit down, we're leaving," the driver said.

Chen Ke responded, walked to the last row and found a corner seat to sit down.

The car started to move slowly, drove out of the parking lot, and turned onto the street of Monhatton. Chen Ke leaned closer to the seat, looked at the scenery outside the window, and became stunned.

"Hey, hello, buddy." A man sat next to Chen Ke and greeted him.

"Huh?" Chen Ke's daze was interrupted. He looked to the left and saw a short, fat white guy smiling at him.

"My name is Heath. I am a reporter. I was invited to interview. What about you, buddy?" Heath asked.

"I... went to visit relatives..." Chen Ke said perfunctorily.

"A relative? What kind of relative is he? What is he studying in the institute?" Heath asked.

"You've asked too many questions. I'm not in the mood to chat right now," Chen Ke said.

This reporter made him very irritated. This kind of person regards everyone around him as a potential resource, and his superficial kindness and initiative are just to connect himself. Chen Ke hates this kind of person.

"Don't be like this, the road is still long, we have to go around the entire Queen's District, and the institute is in the suburbs. Is this your first time going to the institute?" Heath said with a smile.

"Well, you'd better not bother me during this journey, or I'll throw you out of the car." Chen Ke said angrily, then looked out the window and ignored Heath.

"You're not a good introvert. Be careful, you'll damage your brain." Heath snorted coldly. Seeing that Chen Ke ignored him, he understood the situation and sat aside.

But Heath became interested in Chen Ke and was determined to dig out his secrets, keeping an eye on Chen Ke quietly.

Just as the blue bus was driving towards the institute, it was in the FPI department building of the Opportunity City Administration.

"Hey! Badr, how was your vacation?" A white agent greeted the visitor holding a document.

"That goes without saying. By the way, have FPI or CPA had any large-scale operations in the deep anchor area recently?" Bader asked with a smile.

"You just finished your vacation and you can't wait to get back to work?" the white agent asked.

"I don't want to miss any fun, you know." Badr smiled.

"Except for the recent sudden relic smuggling verification mission, there are no special operations." The white agent replied.

"Sacred object smuggling inspection?" Badr was puzzled.

"We recently lost a ship on the inland sea. It was the work of those smugglers. The Administration has set up traffic jams on all roads in Opportunity City, even in cities adjacent to Opportunity City." The white agent said.

"Sounds boring enough. Thank you Lunt, thank you." Badr smiled, and the other party nodded to him and walked sideways.

Looking at the back of the white agent entering, Badr's pupils showed an orange halo.

"Who did the massacre of Asra in the Deep Anchor Zone?" This question lingered in his mind.