The main building of the Welfare Home has only six floors in total. Dahuang and others entered through the stairwell at the back door. Although they were walking slowly and did not dare to make a noise, they soon arrived at the top floor.

The three of them pushed open the door of the stairwell, walked quietly into the sixth-floor corridor, and turned their heads to look around.

The corridor is empty and the lights are very dim. There are very clear position signs hanging above the tops of office doors on both sides, which looks no different from ordinary office spaces.

"Touch to the right." Dahuang greeted his companion, bent down and walked forward against the wall on the right: "Please check if there is any surveillance."

"I have noticed it a long time ago, there is no surveillance here." My companion followed and replied.

"It's a bit strange." Dahuang whispered as he walked: "It's the welfare home that is just on the horse. It's impossible to be so relaxed in the defense, and there's not even a security guard."

"I guess it's another place to sell dog meat with the help of sheep." The companion curled his lips and said, "I'm talking about whether there are adopted children here."

"Touch forward and look!"

While communicating, the three of them walked towards the right.

About ten seconds later, a fork appeared in the corridor. Dahuang hesitated for a moment and chose to continue to touch the right side.

Along the way, the three of them paid attention to the surrounding offices, but did not find any abnormalities. The doors of each office were locked, and looking in from the doors and windows, the office facilities were also complete.

After turning two turns in a row, the three of them looked forward and saw that the corridor had reached the end and there was no separate private room at all.

"Huang'er, why do I feel something is wrong?" my companion squatted by the wall, frowned and whispered: "This is a fucking office space, there is no room that the two people below mentioned. Are they lying?"

"No, those two people don't seem to be lying." Dahuang replied firmly: "I can't hide my fear. When I asked just now, the old man almost didn't wet his pants."

"What's going on?" The companion was a little puzzled: "Look at this place, there is no private room he said at all."

"It's fucking strange." Dahuang blinked, feeling that things were not right in his heart: "Go back first, go into the stairwell and discuss!"

The three of them are veterans who have been working in various environments all year round, so when they see that the situation on the scene is inconsistent with what they expect, they immediately retreat.

When they returned, the three of them were very fast. After a while, they rushed to the door of the stairwell that entered the corridor. But at this time something strange happened, and the iron door of the stairwell was locked.

Dahuang pulled her twice and didn't pull her away, and immediately asked her companion: "Are you closing the door?"

"No, I left the door when I left." The companion shook his head.

"Then this is locked."

"It's my own shut." The companion also walked over and tried to pull it twice, then bent down and said, "Don't make a noise, I'll get it open for him!"

"Hurry up!" Dahuang turned around, turned his head and looked at both sides of the corridor.

The companion squatted in front of the iron door, reached out to pull out a very long pointed cone from his waist bag, and then used an l-shaped hook, and reached out to operate it near the door lock.

Dahuang narrowed her eyes and looked around with a little suspicious look: "Is this the stairwell we came in just now?"

"Yes." The companion nodded and replied: "I remember the road. Look at the sign hanging on that office. Isn't it the director's office of the Lessons Department? When we came out just now, I specifically remembered it, that's right."

"Why do I feel wrong?" Dahuang's eyes were a little uneasy.

"What's wrong!" asked the companion.

Dahuang looked at the corridor again: "The environment is the same, but I just think something is wrong."

"You're thinking too much."

"Click!"

Just as the two of them were talking, the squatting companion had already opened the door of the stairwell and immediately turned around and greeted, "The lock is opened."

"Let's go, go quickly!" The standing companion urged Dahuang and reached out to pull the iron gate.

"I know something is wrong." Dahuang suddenly stood there and said.

"What?" the companion turned around and asked.

"The light is wrong!" Dahuang pointed to the ground: "Look, the light here is wrong, it is brighter than the place we came in just now!"

"Maybe it's brighter outside than just now!" The companion reached out and pulled open the iron door, turned around and greeted: "Go away!"

After the words came, the door opened and a ray of light shone into the corridor.

Dahuang turned around and looked inside the iron gate, and was stunned in place.

Inside the door, it is no longer a stairwell, but a longer and wider corridor. The roof is lighted luxuriously and brightly, with thick carpets on the ground, gilded trash cans at the doors of each room, and art-filled h-color oil paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor.

My companion stood by the door and was stunned for a long time and said, "Damn, this is not the door of the stairwell!"

"We're hitting the secret door."

“…!”

Hearing the sound, Dahuang stepped forward, looked into the corridor, and said, "You two wait a moment, I'll go in and take a look!"

After saying that, Dahuang entered the corridor on the inside, walked forward a few steps, and then lay down at the door of a room on the right and glanced inside.

An old man was sitting on the bed wearing pajamas, asking a thin little girl to wash his feet.

When Dahuang saw this scene, his head buzzed. After thinking for a while, he immediately withdrew and said, "This place is ridiculous! It is not a welfare home! Let's go first, let's go first!"

"The Four Russians must be inside!" The companion immediately reminded: "The private room that the person downstairs mentioned should be here!"

"Go first!" Dahuang did not choose to do it hard, but pushed his companions and urged: "Hurry!"

When the two saw Dahuang's face was wrong, they did not insist. They immediately closed the "stairwell door" and turned around and wanted to leave with Dahuang.

"Sheep!"

At this moment, a sound of electric current suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Dahuang was stunned when she heard the sound.

"You can still unlock the lock?" The Simao's voice rang in the speaker: "Craftsman?"

After a while, the three of them immediately took out their guns in a uniform manner and ran away.

"Press it all up!" The Russian shouted.

"The stairwell is over there!!" the companion on the left shouted.

Dahuang responded with her eyes: "The door signs were made on purpose, and they were fooled to check! Don't look for the stairwell, look for the window!"

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of kicking the door rang deep in the corridor, and four or five strong young men rushed out with guns.

"Brush!"

At the same time, all the lights on the roof of the corridor are on!

Dahuang rushed to an office door, raised his leg and kicked the door lock to break, and just as he was about to drill in, he heard another sound from the speaker: "The windows on the sixth floor are all welded with anti-theft nets. Can you run out?!"

The three of them were stunned when they heard the sound.

"Kang!"

The gunshots were heard, and three people walked over from the corner of the corridor on the left, all holding guns.

Dahuang thought for a while and said with a pale face: "I can't go out anymore, I'll adjust the walkie-talkie channel! Hurry up!"

...

outdoor.
Chapter completed!