Someone showed up.
It's the rogue agent Shelley.
and rogue agent Shelley.
Two Shelleys came out of the door and stood on either side of it.
One was wearing a gorgeous dress with red and black as the main colors, and was as charming as a succubus, while the other was wearing a white dress.
Ms. M couldn't help but mutter some curse words from her youth.
--what happened?
—Shelley, are there two? Or is this just pure make-up?
——Is there any special meaning behind the Shadow Organization’s actions?
Ms. M was just wondering when a skeleton dressed as if he had just run out of the Harry Potter set walked out the door.
Yes, it is indeed a skeleton.
Fortunately, there were no pedestrians on the street at this time, so even if a skeleton appeared, it would not cause large-scale panic.
The skeleton stood between the two Shelleys, sticking the civilized stick in his hand on the ground, with both hands pressing the head of the stick - the shape reminded people of an ancient knight standing with a sword.
The door remained open, but no more people came out.
These three people, plus a door, standing on Fleet Street in the early morning, looked extremely strange.
The entire street was dragged into an unrealistic state of mind because of the existence of these three people and their sect.
Ms. M looked at the screen, wondering what Ying would do next.
Suddenly, she had an idea.
“They’re inviting us over.”
she says.
Immediately the senior agent spoke up, "Do you want me to ask the reception team to come forward?"
"No, that would disappoint the other party," said Ms. M. "The other party wants to see sincerity."
Then she stood up.
"Wait a minute, you..."
Ms. M opened the door of the command vehicle herself and got out.
The mobile command vehicle was parked at an intersection about a block away from the other side, but because there was basically no one on the street and the vehicles were diverted away, the door in the distance and the three people standing in front of the door could be seen directly through the empty street.
Ms. M walked towards the three men.
An agent stepped out from the shadows of the lurking building and followed Ms. M.
Ms. M led the team and came to the skeleton first.
The skeleton glanced at the black and red Shelley on the left, and Shelley nodded: "It's her, I've seen her several times directly, I can't be wrong."
The skeleton bowed to Ms. M, then silently made way and made a "come in" gesture.
Ms. M walked towards the mysterious door with pride.
The moment she stepped through the door, even the experienced Ms. M was shocked by the view behind the door.
——It’s actually an island.
——It’s a very small island, probably less than 30 centimeters above sea level, but the soil layer on this island feels quite thick.
——There is even a big banyan tree. Logically speaking, even if this island can accumulate soil, the soil layer should be seriously salinized! How could there be such a big banyan tree?
——It goes against common sense. It’s too against common sense.
Ms. M heard the noise behind her, turned her head to confirm, and saw that the agent following her was also let in.
——Does this mean that you don’t care how many people I bring?
Ms. M knew that her subordinates were 100% armed with weapons, and of course also with bugs, global positioning devices, enhanced signal transmitters and the like.
And Ying not only let them come over, he didn't even bother to search them.
Seeing that Ms. M and her group had all entered the door, the three people in the shadow returned to this side of the door, and then the street scene of Fleet Street on the other side of the gate disappeared.
——Is this really an ancient relic that can connect to any place in the world at will?
The next moment, the scenery on the other side of the door changed again.
It was a dimly lit office.
The furnishings in the office are very simple, with an antique desk full of the style of the 60s, a plain swivel chair, and folding chairs for visitors.
The walls on both sides are lined with file cabinets filled with large folders.
Behind the swivel chair of the desk owner is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window, you can see a large inverted pyramid and the lights of a city that is at night just like London.
——Underground city?
—Is it really possible that such a thing could exist?
As a rule of thumb, the larger the organization, the more traces it leaves behind.
If Ying owns a huge underground city somewhere in the world with tens of thousands of residents, then the materials consumed and garbage produced by these people every day will leave traces in this world.
Is it really possible for these traces to escape the joint investigation of the world's top intelligence agencies?
——Well, it can’t be considered a joint investigation, but it is certain that the world’s top intelligence agencies are searching for Ying.
Ms. M was just wondering when the skull made a please gesture to her again.
Ms. M said to the people around her, “You guys stay here, I’ll go alone.”
——For some things, it’s better not to let too many people know about them.
——I think Ying must think so too.
——Moreover, there was only one chair for visitors in that office.
——Obviously this means "come here alone."
Ms. M took a dignified step. As soon as she stepped into the office, the loudspeaker in the office started playing music.
——It’s actually the theme song of Waterloo Bridge.
——What is this, specially prepared for me?
Ms. M went straight to the folding chair prepared for guests and sat down.
Her subordinates were very obedient and no one followed her.
What she didn't expect was that the warm sunshine from behind disappeared.
She looked back and saw that the door was gone. Now there was only a wall with the original door of the room on it.
It was indeed a very plain door, with a world map on one side and a portrait of Mona Lisa on the other.
Ms. M looked at the map carefully and found Chinese writing on it.
No one opened the door and came in.
Ms. M didn't waste any time and continued to observe the entire room.
The folders in the filing cabinet are also annotated in Chinese.
Ms. M took out her glasses and put them on - she did have presbyopia, but the main purpose of wearing glasses was to use the camera on the glasses to record everything in the room.
However, the light is too dim, so the effect of the miniature camera may not be very good.
Maybe the image was made so dark on purpose to reduce the amount of information the camera receives.
The music continues.
No one seemed to want to come in.
Ms. M craned her neck and looked at the documents on the table.
——The style of the document makes it seem like it’s from an official agency in Greater China.
——Those Chinese people, did they deliberately conceal the truth?
Just then, the phone rang.
Only then did Ms. M notice that there was an old-fashioned red telephone on the table.
The music stopped abruptly when the phone rang.
Ms. M answered the phone without hesitation, and an electronically synthesized voice came from the other end: "Good evening, Ms. M."
"Hello. However, I came here in person, and not only did you not show up, but you also had to synthesize your voice?"
"This is for your own good." The reply came after a brief pause.
Ms. M speculated that the pause was the delay in the other person's conversion of the words into an electronically synthesized voice.
“You must have heard of sandbox diagnostics.”
“Of course I’ve heard of it,” Ms. M replied. Sandbox diagnosis is a psychological diagnostic technique in which a psychologist and a patient build a sandbox together and assess the patient’s psychological condition during the process.
Sandbox diagnosis, like the Rorschach inkblot test, is a common diagnostic method in modern psychology.
"The world is a sandbox, beautifully crafted, and humans live in it, oblivious to the outside world. But the sandbox is not perfect, so from time to time someone gets a peek into the real world. And they all go crazy.
"We are protecting your sanity."
The synthesized voice said emotionlessly.
Ms. M retorted: “What about you, have you also fallen into madness?”
"We certainly didn't."
Ms. M suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
——Are you implying that you are not human?
Ms. M: "Okay, let's change the subject. It looks like you need our help?"
"As you know, the walls of the sandbox are gradually losing their effectiveness. When the walls of the sandbox completely fail, humans will be completely exposed to the real reality, like a defenseless child.
"We are working hard to ensure that humans don't have to face the monsters and ghosts unarmed at that moment. We are not asking for your help, we are inviting you to join the action of saving the world."
Ms. M replied confidently: “It sounds like you do need our help.”
"If thinking this way makes you feel better, then you might as well think this way." The other party responded indifferently, "Our bargaining chip is a list of people with awakening potential in the London area. And we need you to provide some collections currently stored in the British Museum."
Ms. M was shocked.
——He put forward the conditions directly, as if to make sure that we would accept them.
——You are so confident that it’s annoying.
——However, it seems that the other party is strong enough to support this confidence.
Ms. M looked out the floor-to-ceiling window in front of her at the huge inverted pyramid.
——Moreover, he promised to give a list of potential awakeners right away... Even the King in Yellow couldn't do such a thing.
Ms. M thought about it and tried to test it: "Why only in London?"
"As part of mutual testing, don't you think this amount is just right?" The other party answered immediately, so quickly that Ms. M suspected that the answer had been prepared long ago.
She replied: "Well, the London area is also very good."
——In fact, even if there is a possibility of being cheated, the conditions are too tempting.
——It’s impossible to refuse.
——Moreover, knowing what items in the British Museum Ying is interested in is actually equivalent to knowing which treasures are valuable.
——No matter how you think about it, it’s not a loss.
——In fact, this kind of transaction on the other party’s part is quite suspicious, because it seems that it would be very easy for them to be tricked by us.
Ms. M considered.
——However, the other party is Ying, and they probably have full confidence that they can snatch the things away by themselves when we go back on our word and refuse to hand them over.
Actually, there is nothing to hesitate about, Ms. M thought, because the other party offered a price that I couldn't refuse from the beginning.
"Deal, tell me what you want. Or, give me a written list or something."
