11:20 p.m., Yinwan District.

An inconspicuous vehicle drove around an ordinary community for an unknown number of times.

"Uh Zuo. Sir Zuo, how long do we have to do this?"

The area officer in casual clothes in the passenger seat was a little confused about whether he was motion sick or something, and asked the young man in the back seat with a rather ugly face.

It can be seen from the micro-expressions on their faces that they are a little incomprehensible and almost fainted.

At 10:30 in the morning, after they received the order to assist from the Mysterious Processing Department, an operator named Zuo Mingdao, who looked to be about the same age as his own children, acted with them as required by the mission. It was better to say that it was an action.

It was at the command of this little operator.

Immediately the journey in circles began.

One lap, two laps, three laps——

The operators who were on duty nearby were all alert: Why is there a car hanging around here all the time? Is it trying to achieve something?

If it weren't for the quick reaction of the co-pilot's veteran area officer, who saw something strange in the eyes of his colleagues outside as he passed by, and who was gradually being followed by vehicles from his own general affairs bureau, he took out the magical hand that he had lost after many years of marriage.

I quickly made a phone call, maybe I would have to finish work early and go home now.

And all this depends on the boss in the back seat.

I have been shocked at such a young age when I should be shocked, and I have vomited when I should be terrified. Now I am just full of complaints.

——So weird

Zuo Dao, who was sitting in the back and looking out the window, seemed to have noticed the serious resentment in the front seat, and withdrew his gaze and said to them:

"Don't worry, it's coming soon."

Immediately, the car was silent again.

Soon?

What's so fast? Fuck——

Did I get the wrong business script after working for so many years?

Didn't our General Affairs Bureau get the mission briefing, classify it qualitatively, and bring enough people to directly clash with each other?

If you can't get through, just ask for help. If you can't get help, just keep asking for help. Even if you have to step on the points, that's not how you step on them.

Just when they were about to have the idea of ​​​​complaining, the speaker from the back seat spoke again.

"Okay, pull over and prepare for action. Your car will be on standby."

As soon as the vehicle stopped, the two operators in the front seat were a little nervous.

The two old partners looked at each other, as if starting and stopping, and looked at me with a secret expression——

The operator in the driver's seat raised his eyebrows: Mrs. Gan Lin, please stop talking. What should I do? I'm angry!

The person in the passenger seat pursed his lips: ***Didn’t you always look at me and ask me to speak?

The operator in the driver's seat had a sullen face: What are you talking about? You, people are not happy, what should I do?

Before the co-pilot could make another look, he was interrupted by someone.

That's right, that's right.

"Don't overthink it, you two. It's really possible. You have done your due diligence in this operation, thank you very much."

He said seriously, interrupting the "casting" state of the two people in the front seat, and then continued as the two people looked back:

"But the next actions may be dangerous beyond your capabilities, so I need your cooperation outside."

".Um" The two veteran operators in the driver's seat were a little confused and embarrassed for a while.

Last driver's seat opening:

"I understand, Commander Zuo, we will wait for you.

"Also. Please don't mind. We just rarely cooperate with you and may not be used to the process."

——This is a lie

It can only be said that they understand the procedures of the Mysterious Processing Department, but they are obviously not at ease, and for fear of being resented, they can only talk about the department to smooth things over.

"Seniors, you don't need to call me sir, we are all on the same level. I'm leaving first."

Zuo Dao said, opened the door and left.

The two veteran officers could only look at each other, speechless for a moment.

"I said, Lao Liu, where are we? We just threw them into the car?" the co-pilot said.

Voice.

Old Liu rolled his eyes, his tone a bit sour:

"How do I know? Wait, who told him to come from a mysterious place?"

In the General Bureau, the authority of the Mysterious Handling Department is very high. Although the joint and several responsibilities are also high, even an ordinary Mysterious Department officer has much higher authority than their regional officers.

As for these conversations, and even their subsequent complaints, Zuodao naturally knows it.

Under their unnoticed eyes, above the two people's car, there were two small paper figures watching quietly.

Therefore, the subtle expressions on their faces along the way can be seen clearly. Whenever they have opinions, Dao Dao can always say a few words at the right time. This also makes the two of them feel strange in their hearts. They can only think to themselves. It is indeed a mysterious place.

Hengfeng Community is an older high-density community in Yinwan District. To put it simply, the management is loose, the flow of people is large, and there is almost no greening. This also makes it easy for Zuo Dao to sneak in and go to his destination.

The twists and turns along the way are actually very simple. They stem from a certain department's failure, and he naturally has to be "self-sufficient."

Therefore, basically most of the little paper figures are basically radiating and observing the entire community under his precise operation.

"If I can't survive in the future, I'll just go to the observation center and apply for a job. The prerequisite is that I'm not from Huacheng."

Zuo Dao joked to himself that he had no psychological pressure at all about doing work, especially when he was alone and the equipment "failed".

The sixth floor of the fourth building.

Zuo Dao stood in front of the door and pinched his eyebrows, as if something was bothering him.

At this time, the door opened on its own with a slight "click", and a small paper figure from the other side of the door waved its hand as if to invite credit.

"My poor paper-cutting skills are in such a bad place that I can only play support."

He walked into the room and closed the door thoughtfully and quietly.

Then he heard some moans that he shouldn't have heard, which was also the source of his frown.

After arriving at the community and starting to "circle around", Zuo Dao successively touched the small paper figures to the target person's home, and he also had some other guesses and ideas about the purpose or nature of his coming.

Time passed with a certain creaking sound, and the voices of talking and laughing in the room gradually became louder.

The moment a woman opened the bedroom door and saw the doorway, she was about to scream, but then her eyes rolled back and she fell to the ground. Behind her, a small paper figure knocked the woman unconscious.

"What's going on!" A man's voice came from inside the room.

He hurried over in a pair of underpants, and before he could help the woman, he saw an uninvited guest coming to the left of the living room. He let out a cry, and with a bit of panic, he asked angrily:

"Who are you? How did you get in!"

Facing the question, Zuo Dao no longer seemed "dumb", but instead put on a natural smile and lit a cigarette under the other person's gaze.

"This is too cliche. To put it simply, I have received an unwritten request. I have to beat you up first."

The effect of "Spell: Sound Screening" is to isolate sounds and movements within a certain range.

Then, the man with only his bare buttocks saw small paper figures appearing one after another around him.

——The nightmare begins

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