Volume 2 The Curse of the Ba People Chapter 85: The Incredible Group
"I want nobody but you..." Yin Hui, who had just buried his head in the pillow and was ready to sleep until the end of the world, was awakened by a burst of explosive mobile phone ringing before he could even hook up with Zhou Gong. In the past few days, he had been playing like crazy in the amusement park with the little monster Shen Feifei, and almost played himself into a coffin. He finally got a good night's sleep, but was disturbed again, which made him a little angry.
Throwing away the pillow and grabbing the phone in a daze, Yin Hui answered incoherently: "Um...who is it! You're calling me so late at night. You have no civic morality..."
"Yin Hui, come over here, the car is ready, it's downstairs." Conan Doyle's voice was half English and half poor Chinese, which made it easy for Yin Hui to recognize it. However, he remembered that this woman usually only appeared on QQ. It seemed that the other party had encountered some trouble, and it was a big trouble.
"What's the matter?" Yin Hun's confused mind immediately came to his senses and he spoke quickly, even though he knew he was asking a question he already knew the answer to.
"Come down as soon as possible! The matter is very tricky and it concerns you." Although Conan Doyle was very anxious, her words and actions still carried the sexiness and temptation unique to Western women.
"Okay! Right away." Yin Hun said and turned off his phone.
He quickly changed his clothes, ran out of the door, and closed it tightly. A dazzling morning sun came into his sight, and Yin Hun subconsciously squinted his eyes. At this time , a black Czech car honked at the door of the apartment, and Yin Hun got in. The driver was an unfamiliar middle-aged man with a square face and was very dull. Although Yin Hun opened his mouth several times, the other party always remained silent, which made him very depressed.
The serial deaths at the funeral home were quickly closed, and Ouyang Xue was relieved and received a long vacation subsidy. But in fact, the matter was not really closed, it was just handed over to Conan Doyle's "Incredible Group".
Arriving at the Public Security Bureau, Black Czech quietly entered the underground garage. Yin Hui was taken to the core area by two security personnel holding 95 assault rifles and began a routine security check. After that, his fingerprints and facial features were verified before he was let go.
"What a shitty place this is, it's so damn tight!" Yin Hun fiddled with the token that the security personnel had just given him while looking around.
This is a completely enclosed space. Even the air is pumped through an air filter. Each work room is separated by glass. There are neatly arranged computers and printers everywhere, as well as piles of technical documents.
As mentioned in the previous article, the 'Incredible Team' is externally known as the 'Capital Public Security Bureau 721 Logistics Section', which is similar to the National Security Bureau. Because the nature of their work involves security and confidentiality, they will not appear in front of the public in their true colors.
In this world, there are many things that cannot be explained by scientific eyes, especially those involving supernatural events. This makes the bigwigs of the Public Security Bureau complain even more. Therefore, the "Incredible Group" came into being under such an embarrassing situation.
Even within the Public Security Bureau, the 'Incredible Team' is also a very mysterious department. Even if they work in the same office, 99% of people don't know that such a department exists.
After all, this is related to social stability and public belief.
Currently, there are eight members in the team and one commander. The number is small, but we try to be good at quality rather than quantity. They include talents in religious belief, forensic detective, engineering blasting, sniper assassination, etc. To be frank, any one of them would be like a soul in his or her field of expertise.
The reason why Yin Hui had a deep understanding of the Incredible Group was entirely because of Conan Doyle, a foreign girl. She had invited him countless times, saying that there were not enough elite members and hoped that he could join. But Yin Hui refused to listen, which made Conan Doyle a little annoyed, but he couldn't do anything about it. After all, there was no precedent in the rules forcing someone to join.
The reason why Conan Doyle invited Yin Hui, an outsider this time, was, on the one hand, because of his relationship with the deceased, and on the other hand, it was mainly because of the problems that arose during the autopsy, which involved supernatural concepts. The two capable people in the team who were in charge of this aspect were all on missions in other places, and it would take some time for them to come back, so he had to give it a try.
There are two people standing in front of me, Scalpel and Yellow Crane Tower.
Look carefully.
Scalpel had a pale complexion, a thin chin, and a short stubble, which made him look a bit non-mainstream and decadent. However, he had not slept all night because of Zhao Deshui's matter, and his eyes were already bloodshot, and he looked very tired and depressed.
Huang Helou is an old man who is in good spirits. Apart from the cigarette in his mouth, there is nothing special about him.
Maybe! The elites are all very different.
"Come, let me introduce them. These two are..." Conan Doyle was about to speak when he was interrupted by Yin Hui.
"Haha! No need for introductions. Nice to meet you." Yin Hun just responded vaguely with a few words and then shifted his attention entirely to the morgue bed in the center of the autopsy room.
To be honest, at this moment, Conan Doyle felt a little uneasy, because she found that Yin Hui's smiling face, which was originally overflowing with smiles, was slowly shrinking, then stiffening, deforming, until the whole face was dark.
This is usually a sign of anger.
"You...what do you mean?" Yin Hun's voice suddenly rose three times, and he threw the number plate he was playing with to the ground. "My master has already been buried, and you still have the nerve...you still have the nerve to dig him out of the ground again, it's really...it's really fucking unreasonable!" Although Zhao Deshui's body had no signs of decay, his skin had already turned into frost, and even if he was cut, not much blood plasma flowed out.
"Sorry, it's not what you think, it's just..." Conan Doyle looked at his two companions for help, and Scalpel shrugged. He really had no strength to communicate with people. So, the two of them stared at the Yellow Crane Tower at the same time, and the meaning was self-evident.
"Ahem." Huang Helou's face turned green, and he took a step forward with gritted teeth: "Young man, listen to my explanation..."
"Explain your father, a bunch of beasts in government garb! Did my master offend you when he was alive? Why would you kill him next time?" Yin Hun's words choked the prepared excuse of Huanghelou back into his stomach.
