"One hundred and fifteen, a terrifying number." Zhou Rong licked his lips, there was no fear in his expression, on the contrary, he was very fanatical, "Everyone has never even found a corpse so far, so the locals of Autumn City will never come in to shop, let alone apply." All the employees of the blank supermarket are outsiders and some people who really can't find a job at the bottom of the society, and the boss here does not have high requirements for the quality of employees, and basically does not refuse to come. Wouldn't you be good with such a background?

"A little, indeed." I nodded honestly, "But what does this have to do with you?" ”

"Yes!" He looked around cautiously, and his voice was lowered, "Actually, I'm an undercover agent." ”

How does this sentence sound like a line from a certain movie, this guy doesn't even have any technical content in lying, it's so funny. I let out an 'oh' and pretended to believe it.

He was very satisfied with the surprised expression on my face, and raised his voice, "There are so many people missing, the police station can't find any clues, and they can't order the supermarket to close." So they sent me in to go undercover to see if I could find some clues. ”

After Zhou Rong finished speaking, he patted me on the shoulder vigorously, "Citizen, show your kindness." If you can keep it a secret for me, and provide some help by the way. I would suggest that the Police Department give you the Honorary Citizen Medal. ”

It's all some kind of nonsense, this guy thinks it's true when he talks nonsense.

"It's a police officer, hey, disrespectful." I scratched my head, and I was already laughing in my heart, "Your words really aroused my enthusiasm and reconciliation, for the honorary citizen medal, I will accompany you into the Longtan tiger's den for a while." ”

Hengzhi originally planned to explore it, but at most he brought a drag oil bottle.

Zhou Rong nodded with satisfaction, his head held high, and his nose almost stretched out proudly. At his command, we carefully groped into the blank supermarket with a bunch of useful and useless things.

This guy is still a little clever and deliberately didn't close the employee channel. The blank supermarket in the middle of the night is like a squatting toad, very ugly and hideous. I glanced at the three-story building and shook my head slightly.

The secret of this supermarket is far more than the disappearance of people mentioned by Zhou Rong, and the owner of the supermarket is not a kind character. The building is like a monster that is constantly devouring humans and doing many unimaginable things in private.

"Hah, I found it." Zhou Rong happily opened the door of the passage, and there was a black hole inside, and a chill kept coming out. He was about to unscrew his flashlight and get in, but I stopped him.

"Don't open it yet, it's easy to startle the snake. And the whole supermarket is monitored, and our every move is monitored. I whispered.

"What then?" Zhou Rong was shocked by my reminder. Indeed, the surveillance in the supermarket is on 24 hours a day, which is definitely a big problem: "Do you have to go to the power supply room and cut off the electricity of the entire supermarket?" ”

"Idiot, undercover. Unaware of the power outage, the monitoring will switch to backup power after fifteen seconds. ”

"The backup power supply is also destroyed." Zhou Rong took it for granted.

"The batteries for the backup power supply are on the third floor, and you can quietly go and monitor the farts with the tube." I scoffed at his stupidity, "Forget it, come with me, I have a way." ”

"How is that possible!" He fussed, "Even a professional like me can't think about it, how can an untrained non-professional like you have a way." ”

"Call you an idiot, you're really right." I sighed, really full of doubts about his IQ "Anyone who watches detectives a little more knows that it is common sense that it is difficult to achieve full coverage of this kind of thing, and there will always be some loopholes. I observed for a long time in the afternoon, and probably found some dead ends. ”

I didn't bother to explain too much after speaking, and walked in first.

Zhou Rong didn't have a good way, and when he saw my confident appearance, he also followed in.

Everyone has taboo words, and if someone says they don't have it, don't bother at all, he's definitely bragging. Some people are afraid of the word 'death' and think that it will bring death for themselves. Some people are afraid of the word 'slip' and are afraid that it will let their careers and fortunes slip. Zero-zero total, different tables.

In fact, everyone's taboo represents the deepest fear in their heart, whether it is an atheist or a theist, this fear is slowly ingrained in their own life experience and growth.

I have taboos, but I'm not going to be an idiot to tell anyone.

I'm the author of the book you're holding in your hand, an unlucky man who always encounters strange events. The beginning of this story is actually quite old-fashioned, at that time, I finally lost my guardian daughter to the old man Yang Junfei to cultivate, so that she could adapt to the Canadian environment and some basic common sense of this era.

And he couldn't wait to escape back to Germany and continue to help his mentor research on his own projects. As mentioned in previous books, after graduating from high school, I went to study natural sciences at the University of Kiel in Germany, and in my sophomore year, I chose a very unpopular folklore course. In fact, I don't know if it's a kind of sadness, the country's folklore is constantly declining and dying, and a large amount of data and research on folklore has been done more abroad. In the office of the instructor of the folklore class, I found many books on the study of national folklore that have long been extinct in China.

Let's talk about my folklore instructor, a bald little old man who does things with German rigidity and meticulousness. This little old man is about fifty-six years old, and he is a research freak. At one point, I thought he was suffering from severe time obsessive-compulsive disorder. Because this guru has a pathological desire to control time. He carries a small notebook with him a timetable of everything in the day. He divided the twenty-four hours of the day into counting units of seconds, stipulating in the previous day all the things that would be done the next day. For example, when to eat, how many minutes and how many seconds to eat. How many seconds of class time, how many seconds of sleep, when and how many seconds of communication with colleagues. and so on, they are all planned, he always runs according to his own schedule, and the whole person is like a sophisticated instrument.

When I was his assistant, I wasn't used to it at first. After all, the unit of time accurate to the second is too unacceptable, but for the sake of the year-end credits, I managed to adjust the biological clock in my head to the same position as him. The old man was especially pleased with the way I respected his time planning, saying that I was the best assistant he had ever been to in his life.

God, as far as I know, the total number of assistants in his life is no more than ten, and the longest he has worked for no more than half a month. Who can stand meticulously following someone else's biological clock every day?

After talking for so long, it actually has a purpose. The origin of this story is precisely in the guru's body. Today when I entered the door, I saw a horrible scene. The little old man was sitting melancholy at the table in the research room and sighing, not at all in the state of work.

I remember that the timetable he planned yesterday should have clearly written, and the current time period was to study the Aylasia of Australia, but the little old man was obviously preoccupied. It was the first time I saw him break his own schedule and even be in a daze during working hours.

This unprecedented event is no less than the atomic bombing, and I am very good.

"Dan, what hit your head?" It is said that most German names come from the Bible, but I have never found the name of the teacher in the Bible. Even if there is, it is just the dispensability of the Bible, and the role of passers-by. Although the instructor was meticulous about his time, he still had a unique European humor, and we would joke with each other in the lab.

"My daughter is missing." The mentor sighed.

Danle's daughter is called Stephenatine, and her name is rather odd. The first and second names all sound like surnames, after all, if the Chinese name is Qian Li, Zhao Zhou or something, it sounds the same awkward. Sure enough, it's a name that only folklore professors would take. The little old man's daughter is a national maniac and is very interested in the country's folklore. It is said that after graduating from high school, despite the opposition of his parents, he went to study at a certain university in China, and found a boyfriend.

"Did you call the police?" I asked.

"It was the police from the country who called me to inform me." The little old man scratched his head, "The house rented by Nadine has been unoccupied for more than a month, and the landlord went to collect the rent, and he felt that something was wrong, so he called the police." After all, the documents and daily necessities in the room were all there, and none of them were taken away. ”

"So what are you going to do? Go to the country? "I fiddled with the object in my hand.

"That's why I'm distressed. The International Folklore Research Conference will be held in Amsterdam the day after tomorrow, and my project has been nominated for five awards, and I can't help but miss it. The mentor said distressedly, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Silent, you are also a Chinese person, you should be very familiar with the country." ”

"In some ways, sort of." I frowned, a foreboding feeling deep in my heart.

"I always felt like she was fine, she just disappeared." Sure enough, the foreboding came true. The tutor didn't hesitate to throw something to me, "Help me go to this place and get Nadine back, you have a perfect score in folklore this year." I'll reimburse you for all the expenses of this matter from the research fund, so how about you're going to do my poor mentor a favor, right? ”

After that, it has become a heavy tone, and it is a naked threat at all. These two guys are father and daughter. In order to study abroad, her daughter simply left home. Her father went to a research club to receive the award, and he didn't care about his daughter's life or death. What kind of family are these!

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