Chapter 113 Remuneration
Yu Sheng had known for a long time that the Secret Service would send someone over. Because of Little Red Riding Hood's report about the appearance of angel cultists in the museum, the Secret Service would definitely come to him, the "special party", to confirm the information first. And the people most likely to be sent would be Li Lin and Xu Jiali, who had some friendship with him.
What Yu Sheng didn't expect was that there were more people coming than just the two of them - the captain of the second battalion, Song Cheng, was also here.
In the living room of No. 66 Wutong Road, Yu Sheng looked at the burly captain of the action team in front of him with some curiosity. He looked experienced and reliable. He was a middle-aged man with short black hair, dark skin, and a scar faintly visible under his neck. He was wearing a simple black coat and white shirt, and the muscle outline on his arms was vaguely visible under the coat. Although his size was not as exaggerated as Xu Jiali, he was obviously a front-line fighter.
The leader was present, and Li Lin and Xu Jiali, who came with them, both looked a little restrained sitting on the sofa next to them.
At the same time, Song Cheng was also looking at this place curiously.
This was his first time to this hidden "foreign land", No. 66 Wutong Road, currently one of the most mysterious places in the border area.
This place gave him the feeling of an ordinary residential building. Everything looked normal, with all the furniture and electrical appliances needed. Moreover, every item fit the "social background" of the current border area perfectly - not very new, but not too old either. It looked just like what a middle-class family would look like.
This situation is actually very inconsistent with his experience.
Because there are foreign places like "residential houses" at the border. He is familiar with the dark cottage, the 404 dormitory, or the elusive "Apartment No. 6" on the edge of the city. These foreign places are very close to a normal residential house in appearance. People who step into them for the first time may even relax, thinking that they have just come to a harmless empty house. But in fact, there must be obvious points that are inconsistent with reality in such foreign places. They are usually objects that do not conform to the overall background of the times, or things that are placed in the wrong place.
For example, the brass oil lamp placed next to the electric light, the drip device placed on the windowsill, or a window embedded in the floor - it gives people the feeling that non-human things are trying hard to imitate the residence of "people". They have restored it in most places, but inadvertently exposed the wrong understanding of human tools in the details.
But there is nothing like that here. At least as far as the eye can see, everything at No. 66 Wutong Road is in line with Song Cheng’s “common sense” as a human being.
...Of course, the premise is to ignore the two puppets sitting on the coffee table watching TV, and the fox who is conscientiously combing his tail.
At this moment, Yu Sheng's voice broke the slightly awkward silence in the living room: "Well, would you like some tea?"
"Ah, no need to bother, we can just drink some water," Song Cheng quickly retracted his gaze, with a smile on his face, he first apologized to the student, "Sorry, I came here so suddenly - mainly because the matter involves the Dark Angel, some information needs my on-site authorization before it can be released to a third party."
Yu Sheng waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay. I'm also curious about what kind of person the 'captain' that Li Lin and the others usually mention is. Nice to meet you."
The two Erins, who were sitting on the coffee table watching TV, heard the polite conversation on the sofa and turned around to complain: "You humans are so troublesome in socializing."
The two puppets spoke in unison, and it sounded like they were hearing it again.
"I wanted to ask just now," Song Cheng finally couldn't help but raised his hand and pointed at Irene, "Didn't the intelligence say... there was only one?"
Li Lin and Xu Jiali also looked at Yu Sheng, appearing very confused.
Just now when Yu Sheng opened the door and invited them in, the two saw two Ires walking around in the living room, and even thought they were hallucinating for a moment.
"There was a small incident and the number increased," Yu Sheng rubbed his hands awkwardly, "Just treat it as the research result of Irene and I."
Li Lin's face was a little dazed, and he blurted out, "Will it increase in the future?"
Yu Sheng thought about it and nodded seriously: "Maybe."
Li Lin was stunned and was too embarrassed to continue asking questions because he could see that Yu Sheng didn't seem to want to explain the principle behind it.
Song Cheng felt that there was something strange about this conversation. He couldn't even understand how such a weird conversation could go on so naturally...
But he didn't forget the main thing.
"I came here for two reasons. One is to confirm some information with you about the report of Angel Cultists in the Foreign Land Museum reported by Little Red Riding Hood. The other is to deliver something," he said, motioning Xu Jiali to open the briefcase she brought with her and put a file bag on the coffee table. "This is the complete set of legal registration information and qualification certificates of the 'hostel'. You can take a look. If you have any questions, you can ask me."
Registration information of "Hostel" as a legal organization!
Yu Sheng almost forgot about this, but his eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly took the file bag. Irene, who was sitting on the coffee table, also came over immediately (the other one was still watching TV seriously), and helped him take out the things inside.
The first thing is a double-page registration certificate with a black cover, on which are printed in a deep and solemn red the circular logo of the Border Council and the diamond logo of the Secret Service. After opening it, the basic registration information of the hotel is displayed, including information such as the registration place, registration time, business type and name. The big word "Hotel" in the middle of the certificate makes Yu Sheng feel particularly at ease.
Then there was a copy of the registration certificate and two small black devices that looked like USB flash drives.
"These two are your digital data disks, and they also have a special version of the 'Border Communications' program built in," Song Cheng explained. "Plug them into any computer with internet access, and that computer will temporarily gain access to the Secret Service's information platform, and can log in to 'Border Communications' like your special mobile phone. It has a public account for the 'hotel' built in, and the account cannot be changed or cancelled. The device itself has its own security measures, so there is no need to worry about data leakage or tampering. The access records will be cleared when it is unplugged. In addition, if they are severely damaged, they will automatically report to the Secret Service and send back the coordinates of the last moment before the damage."
"...So powerful?" Yu Sheng looked at the two inconspicuous small devices with some surprise. Although he didn't know much about technical matters, after hearing Song Cheng's description, he instinctively felt that this thing didn't seem to be on the same level as the electronic products he had come into contact with. If he had to say... it was a bit like black technology.
"The Secret Service's technology is trustworthy most of the time," Song Cheng smiled, "so this thing can also be used as a one-time rescue device in extreme situations."
Yu Sheng looked curious: "If this thing breaks down in my house, can it also transmit the coordinates back?"
The smile on Song Cheng's face froze for a moment, but he managed to make up for it: "So I said that most of the time it is still trustworthy..."
Yu Sheng was happy, and put the things away casually. Then, after thinking for a while, he raised his hand and called the fox who was combing its tail next to him over, and handed one of the "digital data disks" to the other party: "Put this in your tail as a safety backup."
The fox said "oh" and stuffed the small device into its tail, then walked back to continue combing its tail.
"Don't forget to sweep the floor after you're done combing," Yu Sheng reminded him, "Don't let the hair get everywhere."
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"Um!"
The smile on Song Cheng's face remained stiff, and he blurted out, "...Where did she put the things?!"
"I guessed that the report you received definitely didn't include this detail," Yu Sheng chuckled, "Hu Li has a lot of strange abilities, you will have a chance to learn about them later - but now let's talk about what happened in the museum."
"We have already launched a capture operation. We are currently using technical means to screen suspects among the active population in South City. All external passages at the junction have been checked. As long as the two cultists are still active in Jiecheng, it is only a matter of time before they are caught," Song Cheng quickly adjusted his expression and said, "The key clues you provided are extremely important. In fact, I have been working in the Secret Service for so many years, and it is rare for me to get such detailed intelligence on suspects at the beginning of an incident."
Xu Jiali next to him also spoke up: "Angel Cultists are always elusive and almost never leave any witnesses alive. They were very difficult to catch in the past. The operators in charge of this matter said that this is a lucky battle that they will never encounter in their lifetime."
"That's right. They didn't leave anyone alive this time," Yu Sheng said casually. "It's the dead who are speaking now."
Song Cheng's expression changed slightly, and then he looked at Yu Sheng very seriously: "I was just about to say this - regarding your ability to talk to the dead, and the other aspects of the strength shown by the 'Hotel' as a whole, the Secret Service hopes to have more cooperation in the future."
As he spoke, he took out a thick envelope from his bag and placed it on the coffee table.
Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, but quickly guessed what it was.
He opened it and took a look, with a look of surprise on his face: "Reward? It's a reward for reporting? It's quite a lot."
"It's the reward for helping to capture the Angel Cultists. Although they haven't been caught yet, the help you provided far exceeds that of an ordinary 'informant'," Song Chengte said seriously. "All kinds of cooperation with the Secret Service have corresponding rewards. You have just become a spiritual detective and may not be familiar with this aspect. When it comes to dangerous targets like Angel Cultists, the Secret Service's budget has always been very generous."
Yu Sheng actually didn’t care much about what the other person said specifically - at this moment, all he could think about was that he had finally found the new TV that Irene wanted.
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