Outside the housing area, Fatty Huo and the others had been busy for nearly ten minutes. They searched the area within a kilometer, but even so, they could not find any trace of Mu He.

"Huo Ju, are you too nervous?" Song Jueming walked out of the tent with a cup of hot coffee in his hand, rubbing his red eyes, and yawning when he spoke, "Maybe that little girl thinks Bored and went home, do you have her phone number? Give it a call and see! "

"It would be great if there were." Fatty Huo smiled bitterly, remembering what Chen Xian had told him before, saying that he must keep an eye on Mu He and don't let her run around, because her brain is not good, so it is easy to do some dangerous things thing.

The more he thinks of this, the more anxious Fatty Huo is. Although Mu He doesn't have too deep a relationship with him, with Chen Xian in it, Fatty Huo really doesn't dare to lose Mu He, let alone that girl. The impression left on him is not bad, but losing her like this caused her to have an accident... This conscience can't handle it!

"Look! Keep looking for me!" Fatty Huo said angrily.

At this time, Fatty Huo began to think that this was a bit strange, but he didn't go into it, he just thought it might be a coincidence.

The staff stationed near the tent are all employees of the Ningchuan Branch of the Secret Service. Ninety percent of the members have received professional education, and their physical fitness is definitely better than that of ordinary people. It can be said that this is an enhanced version of the police.

But that's it, hundreds of people couldn't find Mu He's trace. Even when she left the tent, no one except Song Jueming found her. The bottom slipped away, no one would believe this kind of thing!

"Don't worry, I'll ask my men to look around." Song Jueming went to Fatty Huo and comforted him.

Among the branch employees who came to Chengnan to handle the case this time, the most people belonged to their investigation department. In Song Jueming's view, the disappearance of the girl was just a coincidence. There was also a problem with the way to find her before. Shit, the housing area has been blocked and banned by them for eight lifetimes, and even flies can't fly in, let alone a big living person? If you want to find it, you have to go back down the road!

At this moment, Song Jueming firmly believed that his analysis was correct, and began to assign tasks to the investigators. He selected some people from the staff in the blockade area and started to look back along the road.

"Old Huo!!"

Zhao Song's shouting caught the attention of many people at night. Many people nearby looked at him subconsciously, including Fatty Huo. Zhao Song raised his hand and pointed to the sky from a distance——

In the night sky of Chengnanfang District, there is a huge "cloud" emitting a strange red light. It is like the kind of thundercloud that appears with low pressure weather in a thunderstorm climate. It doesn't seem far from the ground, but It doesn't seem to have anything to do with wind and rain. When the clouds creep up and down, it doesn't make a sound of thunder. It just shows a rather depressing silence, like the tranquility before a storm...

Ningchuan is very windy tonight.

Fatty Huo and the others who were standing in the open space narrowed their eyes due to the continuous cold wind, and the tent cloth behind them was squeaking. The skeleton, I am afraid this tent will have to be blown into the sky by the strong wind.

"Something's wrong..." Fatty Huo looked at the red cloud in the sky, and his slightly swollen face gradually showed a panicked expression, "The wind is so strong... how did it stop? Standing still..."

"Seeing red clouds at night is like seeing blood, this is a bad omen..." Song Jueming frowned, "Who saw how this cloud appeared? Did it float from a distance or ?"

At this time, someone in the crowd answered Song Jueming's question.

"It seems to have risen from the housing area!"

"It rose from the room?" Song Jueming looked at the man in confusion, Fatty Huo and the others around him were also confused, "How did it rise?"

"Did you read it wrong?" Someone in the crowd also questioned, "I was also staring at the movement in the room just now, why didn't I see it rise?"

"Yeah, I didn't see it either!"

"I didn't see either."

After the investigator said that he saw the cloud rise from the housing area, most people expressed denial, because they did not see the picture the investigator said, but thought he was wrong or too tired to appear. hallucinations.

Such a big cloud rises from the housing area, you can see it but others can't?

"I... I seem to have seen it..."

Suddenly, another female staff member raised her hand, as if she didn't dare to face the suspicious eyes of others. She kept her head down when she spoke, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's chirping.

"Did you read it wrong?"

"Yeah, if you can see me, I'm sure..."

"Quiet me all!!"

Fatty Huo let out a loud roar, stunned all the staff present, and the chaotic open space like a vegetable market became quiet in an instant. No one dared to speak indiscriminately at this juncture, for fear of touching Director Huo's bad head.

"You, and you, only the two of you can see it?" Fatty Huo asked while scanning the crowd, "Did anyone else see it? Say it when you see it!"

In the sound of Fatty Huo's questioning, more than a dozen scattered employees raised their hands, expressing that they had seen the spectacle of clouds rising from the room.

Next, Fatty Huo called these witnesses into the tent. With the other section chiefs on the sidelines, he briefly asked these witnesses how they saw the clouds rise from the room. During the process Have you seen other visions or heard any special sounds...

After several minutes of questioning and recording, Fatty Huo and the others found that the experiences of these witnesses were strikingly similar, and they could completely rule out the possibility of hallucinations or misunderstandings.

They all suddenly saw a red light appearing in the housing area, but before they could tell others about the situation, the red light turned into a thick smoke, and gathered into a group and quickly rose to the sky... ..

From appearing to being lifted into a cloud, this process will take no more than ten seconds.

"Old Song, you are most aware of these strange things. Do you know what happened to that cloud?" Fatty Huo asked Song Jueming after thinking for a long time and still couldn't get an answer. It shouldn't be a good phenomenon for this cloud to appear, right?"

Song Jueming didn't speak, and his decadent expression became gloomy.

"I don't know... This cloud is very different from the blood cloud recorded in the book... Maybe I read it wrong before..." Song Jueming said His voice was hoarse.

"You must have read it wrong." Zhao Song said aside, standing by the tent door and observing the red cloud in the sky, without looking back, "I have seen the blood cloud you mentioned, it was six years ago. When I was on a mission in Inner Mongolia, the sky was filled with the kind of blood cloud you mentioned, but now this is obviously not the case, don't you think the light it emits looks like a fire?"

Firelight?

Hearing this, Song Jueming hurriedly got up and walked forward, and looked carefully at the sky again.

At this time, everyone suddenly discovered that the red cloud in the sky had some changes, the light emitted by its body became much dimmed, and those red lights were no longer emitted from all directions, but from the cracks on the cloud layer. ......Like charcoal or paper that is about to burn out, the countless interconnected and crossed cracks are like some unknown mysterious lines, flashing an ominous red light from time to time.

"There seems to be something falling down there. Is it raining?" Zhao Song squinted and looked into the distance, as if he couldn't see it clearly at the end, so he asked someone to bring a telescope.

But before he could see it, Fatty Huo grabbed it—

It has to be said that the telescope prepared inside the Secret Service is much stronger than ordinary ones. Even if it is a late night with extremely unsatisfactory brightness, it can still clearly see everything that happens in the sky.

While the clouds were wriggling and surging, Fatty Huo saw many things that he didn't expect.

That is snow.

black snow.

They carried firelight, like burning embers, and scattered to the ground overwhelmingly.

"Director!! Headquarters sent a message!!"

At this time, a liaison officer suddenly ran in from outside the tent, perhaps because he was in a hurry, he didn't pay attention to the road, and he almost bumped into Fatty Huo when he rushed through the door.

"Headquarters sent a message?" Fatty Huo frowned and seemed a little puzzled. "I remember that we haven't asked the headquarters for help, right? What are they doing here?"

"That's not the case!" The liaison officer was sweating profusely, and he was too nervous to speak. "The headquarters said that the rating of this case is too low, and it has exceeded the scope of high-level cases. They have already raised this case to the special level. I also asked if you need support from the headquarters!!”