Good night, everyone.
Table world.
——Bang!
As the sound of breaking door sounded, the fully armed law enforcement team rushed directly from the main entrance into the Dusk Bar, which looked like an abandoned and dilapidated building.
Bangshakalaka! Bangshakalaka!
The earthy DJ songs accompanied by bizarre spherical flash lights made people in the dance floor swing their bodies wildly, and the colorful hair and punk-style riveted jacket straps swayed like they were on drugs.
The rock singer on the stage was screaming out heavy metal rock that had nothing to do with the DJ's music, not caring whether anyone was listening or not. With the surrounding noise, it was like a group of demons dancing wildly.
"No one is allowed to move! Keep your head down! The law enforcement team is performing their duties!"
The armed law enforcement captain ordered his men to turn off the stereo while firing three shots at the ceiling!
The sound of the gunfire was clear and harsh, but it was difficult to hear clearly because of too much noise.
But no matter what, people nearby should have seen or heard it.
——But no one paid any attention to the sudden gunshots and the ill-intentioned law enforcement team.
The music hasn't stopped yet, they are still dancing and screaming passionately.
The captain of the law enforcement team tilted his head and pressed the intercom to his ear, "What's going on? Why is the music still on?"
"It can't be turned off!" A team member's solemn voice came from the intercom. "The DJ and the main control room have tried it, and unplugging the power doesn't work. It seems to be infected by the wandering cult or a special abnormal infection situation."
The captain of the law enforcement team clenched his fists and reacted quickly, "Don't be suspicious, these people's reactions are also very abnormal, come back immediately to collect information! Confirm and report directly! This is not something we can handle!"
"I'm afraid not." The information liaison nearby used a special instrument to knock on the glass door that they had just broken into easily.
——The glass door that was originally broken when they entered was somehow restored to its original state, with an extinguished candlestick wrapped around the chain on top.
Numbers started jumping on the instrument in the contact person's hand.
[0→73]
The numbers suddenly turned red! The instrument issued a sharp alarm!
The volume of the dance music increased, and the dancing crowd suddenly surged, squeezing them into the center of the dance floor and surrounding them!
The distance between them and the door was suddenly shortened.
"Captain, the infection index has exceeded the limit. A domain has been formed here. We can't leave for the time being. And because of the shortage of manpower, there is no commander to guide us at the same time this time, so our communication equipment level cannot contact the outside world through the domain."
"Damn it! Didn't they say that a specialist had arrived in advance to investigate the situation? If we find the specialist, we can probably contact our superiors. Did you see the task force specialist when you came in?"
The contact person said, "We haven't found a specialist yet. We can only wait for support."
"How is it possible? Could it be that the specialist has been killed?" an old member was shocked. "Specialists are usually experienced seniors and powerful leaders of other departments. How could they be killed without leaving any information?"
Bai Budu, dressed in a law enforcement uniform, listened on the side, his fingers pressed unnaturally against the seams of his trousers, his nails tightly gripping the gun in his hand.
He had never learned this type of firearm in the training camp and was forced to take up the post. However, in this situation, only this gun could give him some comfort.
He looked at the frenzied crowd surrounding them, then at the veteran team members in the center.
What to do? What to do? Why? Why?
He won't die here, will he?
What would happen to mother and father if he died here?
The mother will cry, the father will be in pain, and the couple in their fifties will be sad because they lost their son.
No, it's not just sad. He's just an intern, his company hasn't bought his insurance, and his family doesn't have any other connections. Even if there is a pension, it will be stripped away layer by layer and will never reach his parents. If he dies, the loan and default fee for his previous education alone will be enough to drive his parents to death.
He can't afford to die...he dares not die.
Bai Budu thought about the consequences of his own death, and also about all the wasted effort he had put into studying over the years. He bit the soft flesh inside his mouth with his teeth, trying to hold back the tears that wanted to flow out.
He thought of Wu Ci whom he had met in the auditorium of the ideological and political training yesterday. Just having his identity revealed oppressed everyone. Even the leader who had always been aggressive towards them and could execute them at will had to smile and serve tea to them.
He couldn't help but think: Why do we have to be sent to this kind of mission as cannon fodder? It would be great if a necromancer could solve all this now.
"Oh no... the infection level is still rising... If we don't get out, we will be infected too!"
The contact person shouted over the DJ.
The captain gave the order: "Try to break through the door and retreat!"
The experienced team members immediately made their way through the crowded dance floor and rushed towards the chained and closed glass door under the psychedelic lights.
In a closed place with an infection level, if the entrance and exit are suddenly blocked, it is generally difficult to escape. The order issued by the captain is only a possibility to try to escape.
But Baibudu was undoubtedly relieved when he heard the order, and immediately held his gun tightly and followed. He followed the old team members in front of him and ran around in the dance floor, struggling to squeeze through the crowd of people dancing passionately until he was out of breath.
——He found that they couldn't get out of the dance floor no matter what...
It was as if they were in a different space or were trapped in a maze... They couldn't get close to the chained glass door!
Bangshakalaka! Bangshakalaka!
In the crowded dance floor, the distance between Bai Budu and the old team members in front of him became larger and larger, and he was gradually squeezed out.
A black mist began to spread in the psychedelic lights at the highest point of the dance floor. The people dancing around stopped dancing, slowly raised their heads, and looked up at the black mist in the air.
Some people's eyes glowed red and flesh and blood grew on their bodies.
Some people's eyes were faintly blue, and illusory souls emerged from their heads.
Bai Budu was squeezed into a corner against the wall in panic, holding his gun in fear and alertness.
He memorized these features; uniform training, while not teaching him most gun models, was essential to teach him these features.
Red represents flesh, blood, vitality and reproduction. It represents the first religious sect in the wilderness. The evil god worshipped by this sect is an unknown and weird Buddha statue.
Blue represents the soul and rest, representing the Second Order of the Wilderness and the authority of the Lady of Requiem.
Judging from the appearance and weirdness of these people, they should be just shallow believers who have just been brainwashed by the cult's preaching and contaminated by memes. Otherwise, they would have definitely killed this team of law enforcement officers who were treated as expendables the moment they entered the door.
But since it is a gathering of believers, they must have extraordinary powers. No matter what, it is impossible for an ordinary law enforcement team like them to solve it!
What's more...the sudden appearance of the black mist surprised even the believers.
The teachers in the training camp also talked about the fog. In other words, even if they didn’t talk about it, no one in the entire Dark Star would not know about it.
That is a more terrifying infection route than the Twelve Wandering Cults, which will irreversibly turn people into highly aggressive infected people who lose their minds! Even if they are cultists, necromancers, or spirit-transformed heroes!
How could there be a sudden demonic infection here? Why at this time?!
Bangshakalaka! Bangshakalaka!
No one was dancing to the DJ music anymore, but Bai Budu heard a few gunshots amid the noisy DJ music.
The gunfire became more frequent.
He heard the scream again, the voice of a senior in the team.
Seeing that the believers around him were not moving, Bai Budu became braver. He gritted his teeth, tried to squeeze into the corner, climbed onto the sofa at the edge, held his gun, stood on tiptoe, and walked through the crowd to look for his predecessors.
Not far from him, below the stage, the infection had already begun to spread. The gunshots just now were fired by his own people, and the victims were several seniors in the team.
They were contaminated and were executed on the spot by the captain before they completely lost their minds.
Bai Budu's mind worked quickly. He suddenly squatted down and used the believers around him to block himself so that the captain would not discover his location.
The evil energy will soon spread to his place, and everyone here will be infected and die.
Before dying, the captain would definitely execute everyone, including himself, and let them die as human beings, so as to avoid becoming infected and hurting others when later people come in to deal with them.
No, he couldn't afford to die! He alone had to bear the lives of three people, including his parents! He couldn't be discovered by the captain! He had to find a way to escape by himself! Even if it was just a try, he had to try!
Bai Budu held his gun tightly, bent down and half-crouched as he walked among the believers.
He didn't believe his eyes, but stretched out his arm and groped forward, following his intuition to walk in a straight line, trying to feel the wall to find the glass door to leave.
“Boom.”
His head hit the resident podium connected to the wall, just in front of several believers. His teammates and the captain kept retreating to avoid the spreading evil spirit.
Bai Budu ignored him, carefully hiding himself, groping his way along the stage and slowly moving towards the glass door in his memory.
Snap!
The sound of breaking glass.
But why is there glass under the stage?
Bai Budu turned his head in horror and hurriedly aimed the muzzle of his gun in the direction of the sound.
A glass door with a big hole in it appeared in the air, and a young boy came out from the door. Behind the door was an even denser demonic black mist, and a space that was distorted and about to collapse.
The boy attracted everyone's attention, but he didn't care and smashed the glass door open even wider. He smiled and waited at the door, "Brother A-Chen!"
A pair of slender legs emerged from the broken glass door.
The muzzle of the gun in Bai Budu's hand was pointed upwards in the direction of his sight.
A gentle and calm black-haired young man walked out of the door. The hole in the glass door behind him happened to be bigger behind his head, and the diffuse black mist was carved into a shape, like the halo of a saint when he was born.
He was indeed brilliant and eye-catching.
The young man raised his head and looked around. He was slightly stunned, then he smiled again, opened his arms, and saluted as if he was going on stage to perform. "Good night, everyone."
His exaggerated salute was like a well-timed joke, relaxing the nerves of the law enforcement team.
The captain of the law enforcement team loosened his finger on the trigger slightly.
Wu Ci smiled gently and said, "I'm sorry for being late. I was just stuck in a narrow space. I'm from the Preservation and Inspection Department and I'm the special task force for this mission. What can I do for you?"
Bai Budu in the crowd widened his eyes, obviously recognizing Wu Ci, the spiritualist whom he had just met yesterday.
With his open arms and the halo above his head, he really looked like a saint who had come to save them.
Although the leader specifically informed them yesterday not to spread the identity of this adult, but since the spiritualist is here, they will definitely be able to get out alive, right?
Great! They are saved.
Bai Budu immediately felt a strong sense of security and could not help but leave the crowd and trot out to join the law enforcement team.
Ask the angels a question (serious expression), what should I call my next romantic short story to test the waters for the junior high school diary so that it can stand out! (I burst into tears the next second)
I feel like using the template from there, calling it "I'm a Villain" is too cliché, and calling it "Miss Villain, but a Concerned Citizen" doesn't seem to be as cool as theirs. (I'm a waste, I don't deserve it, I can only crawl in the dark, woo woo woo)
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