approached slowly.
The elite, named the Advance Contact Team, pushed open the police station's doors and entered one by one.
The eyes of the black-haired middle-aged man at the forefront suddenly lit up at this moment, emitting a fluorescence only machines possessed.
And behind him, another female revealed her true form at this moment; a special scanning machine popped out from her shoulder, causing her entire arm to transform into something like a radar, beginning to detect the surrounding pollution level.
The conclusion they reached made them breathe a sigh of relief.
"A1 has entered the target area, no abnormalities currently, pollution level: light."
The other team members around them seemed accustomed to this miraculous scene—even within the eight-person Advance Contact Team, these six people and the two "beings" gave off entirely different feelings.
As they entered the police station, the scene seemed to be subjected to some interference, with a lot of static and black and white bar-like fluctuations appearing.
Soon, a figure appeared before them.
The three members of JK's group put on solemn expressions.
In areas heavily shrouded by pollution, there generally wouldn't be any normal people. Especially when an aberration appears, the mutation can spread like a contagious virus. Some things, even if they look human on the surface, might already be unnamable monsters within.
Seeing the figure, the experienced Captain of the Advance Contact Team quickly clenched his fist, signaling his teammates to stop with hand gestures.
The communication was severely interfered with at this time, and they didn't clearly hear what confirmation the Advance Contact Team had made, but they seemed to have communicated something with the survivors inside the police station.
"It seems there are still survivors inside. I hope they haven't suffered too severe pollution."
The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his brow.
Sanity, or lack thereof, is the most effective means of judging aberrations and anomalies, and this is related to the very essence of the transcendent.
And language is one of the most powerful manifestations of sanity.
Generally speaking, for people with clear logic and normal cognition, the degree of pollution is still within a controllable range.
"Look, they're about to make contact with that aberration."
The scene in the image became even more blurred. As they approached the location of the mutation, the current image was like static, leaving only indiscernible shadows.
Without any warning, the image suddenly disappeared.
It was as if it had been abruptly erased from this world.
The three of them couldn't help but exchange glances.
"This seems a bit troublesome! I can't see what essence it gained during its mutation!"
"It's indeed not right. Transcendence requires accumulation and advancement. A normal mutation shouldn't reach such a degree abruptly in ordinary people. Considering the peculiarity of those two, they might have glimpsed something unimaginable or touched something taboo in a dream after staying in the spiritual world due to today's events, thus gaining power beyond their rank."
"It seems sending more people in would only be a meaningless sacrifice. If the three of us are here, at least we have the ability to retreat safely. Let's probe it. If we let this situation drag on, it will only become more troublesome."
Having steeled themselves, the three of them entered the police station one after another.
"Everyone, colleagues, I know you are all scared right now, but don't forget our duty!"
"I'm also very scared, and I'm also very worried, but we are police officers! Obey orders, we cannot let our actions cause the incident to escalate and harm more people!"
The director of this police station, along with his colleagues, sat in the hall, attempting to alleviate everyone's anxiety through encouragement.
As police officers, they had learned about many terrifying things hidden in the shadows of the world during their unified training the day before yesterday.
And today, they were notified by the Materialist Bureau, which specifically handles such terrifying matters, that they must remain here and be quarantined.
The meaning of this was clear if one thought about it even a little.
At this moment, they felt like they were locked in a cage with wild beasts, filled with a sense of insecurity.
According to the Materialist Bureau's requirements, they were forbidden from contacting each other, and ideally, they should maintain a distance of more than two meters, making it convenient for them to escape in case of certain special circumstances.
The direction of the so-called "danger" in such orders was enough to cause panic just by thinking about it.
Because this meant that the danger might come from the people around them.
Under such high pressure, simple words at this moment could not provide much encouragement to them sitting alone at their workstations.
Especially when the Advance Contact Team that had entered here earlier had no further movement after entering the direction of the detention room and had not come out for a long time.
Being able to hold on until now without causing a disturbance already demonstrated the quality of these police officers at this moment.
"Little Zhao, it'll be alright, don't be afraid."
An older female police officer comforted her junior, a police academy girl in her third year who hadn't graduated yet and was doing an internship.
"Sister Ma, what exactly have we encountered?!"
She was naturally very scared, but she didn't want to die in such ignorance.
"I don't know either, but that is definitely not something we can confront. All we can do is wait for the Materialist Bureau's rescue."
This is the true state of ordinary people encountering anomalous events. Cases like Xin Nan, who could still resist a little, are extremely rare. Most people are already contaminated the moment they come into contact with "them."
Although the physical power possessed by humans can harm them, you might not even be able to get close to or aim at "them."
Amidst this panic, the three members of JK's group walked in.
At a time like this, the appearance of three people in plain clothes immediately made everyone in the police station vigilant.
They feared that this was the reason they were being quarantined, the source of the danger.
Intern police officer Little Zhao, with red eyes, couldn't help but ask:
"Who are you?"
The JK girl glanced deeply at them, did not answer her, but instead said to her companion with some surprise:
"The pollution level is very light! What's your assessment?"
The two companions had the same surprise in their eyes. Based on their experience, during such an intense mutation process, these people should have been severely polluted at such close proximity and exhibited obvious madness.
Yet, the state of these people was too normal.
The old man said with a solemn expression, "It's very strange, but anything is possible in the realm of anomalies. To be safe, and before we touch the essence of that thing, they cannot leave yet."
"Agreed."
"Agreed!"
After the three reached a consensus, the old man took out an ID card and handed it over.
"Materialist Bureau Yangcheng Special Agent, codename Old Man. Regrettably, you cannot leave yet."
Little Zhao subconsciously retorted, "Why!"
Seeing that everyone in the hall was getting agitated, JK once again initiated her "soothing" ability.
"Please sit quietly in your seats. If you are too tired, please sleep. Everything will be alright."
As her murmur resounded, the people in the office truly calmed down, returning to their seats one by one. Several people, like Little Zhao, actually lay down on their desks, preparing to sleep.
"Let's continue forward."
The three of them said, their gazes converging on a certain direction in unison.
A certain stimulating scent, perceptible only to them, was becoming increasingly potent over there.
"Be careful, it might already be at LV2 intensity."
"I can't distinguish the meaning represented by this scent. The other party's essence might be very strange and special."
The three of them walked little by little through the cell-like passage, and finally saw the SWAT officers from that Advance Contact Team.
All eight well-trained SWAT officers were currently facing the wall in the detention room corridor, pressed against it, motionless.
They were asleep.
Standing there, they slept silently and peacefully.
Their expressions were as serene as infants lying in a cradle—the same applied to the two robots.
From today onwards, it will be three updates. I hope everyone will give me more votes. Thank you.
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