"Old place" refers to the old cat's abandoned container. After dark, Chen Mo sneaked into the truck parking lot like a ghost again. The environment remains the same, and the door of the B-17 container is still left unlocked.
This time, instead of asking for directions, he tapped on the door at a certain rhythm.
Inside came the hoarse voice of the old cat: "Come in, the door is unlocked. Just you? "
Chen Mo pushed through the door. The old cat was cutting a piece of compressed dry food with a small knife in the light of the alcohol stove. When he saw him, he looked it up and down, and his eyes were on his slightly gaunt but sharp face, stop for a minute, especially near his left ear.
"I don't look so good, but my eyes are a little fiercer than last time." The old cat grinned. "Did Sue give you a new job?"
Chen Mo nodded, without any nonsense, and directly asked in sign language: "New identity, as well as the information of the B7 warehouse of Pier 3."
The old cat seemed ready, and took out an envelope from a box covered with tarpaulin next to it, and threw it to Chen Mo: "I've got my identity, which is more low-key and practical than the last Liu Yuan-the temporary night shift warehouse manager of Pier 3, Wang Qiang. I have all the information, so I can start work tonight. The badges, uniforms and punching records are all ready. I am doing manual work and can't get in touch with the core, but the victory is inconspicuous and I can reasonably move in the dock area. "
Chen Mo opened the envelope, which contained a slightly shabby dark blue tooling, a badge with a photo (it was him, but it was blurred), several pieces of paper with work instructions and a simple map of the dock, and even a copy of the simple labor contract and health certificate of Wang Qiang. The old cat is as efficient as ever.
"As for the' No.3 Pier 'B7 warehouse ..." The old cat licked her chapped lips, and her eyes were dignified. "That place is a bit weird. Pier 3 itself is a regular freight terminal, but the warehouse in Area B is relatively old, and it is rented to some small logistics companies or used for temporary storage. B7 Warehouse has been chartered by a' Global Art Logistics Company' registered overseas for a long time in the past six months, and the vehicles and personnel entering and leaving are very fixed and low-key. "
He lowered his voice: "I asked someone to inquire about it. The record of goods entering and leaving warehouse B7 is very strange. Everything brought in is tightly packed, and you can't see what it is, but according to the mechanic who occasionally helps unload the goods, it's very light, unlike ordinary goods, and the packing box is well sealed, which makes you feel' creepy' and' chilly' when you get close. There are fewer things shipped out, and they are basically transported by refrigerated trucks, and the whereabouts are unknown. "
"Also," the old cat added, "the security of B7 warehouse is independent and is not under the control of the dock security. There are several regular guards, who look well-trained and have cold eyes, unlike ordinary security guards. At night, the lights are always on in the warehouse, but people rarely come in and out. Occasionally, I can hear some ... strange, low humming or similar movements of instruments, but the sound insulation is very good and I can't hear it. "
Strange goods, independent security, abnormal movement at night ... all these are highly consistent with the speculation of the "Ghost Eye" experimental site.
"Can you get the internal structure diagram of B7 warehouse? Or a detailed record of recent personnel and vehicles? " Chen Mo asked by typing.
The old cat shook his head: "the internal structure chart is not available, and the company is very confidential." I can think of another way to get in and out of the record, but it takes time and it's easy to startle. Su Shantou should mean to let you mix in as a temporary worker first, observe it closely and confirm the situation, instead of letting you break in directly. "
He glanced at Chen Mo: "Boy, listen to my advice. Sue wench since said' extremely dangerous', it is absolutely no joke. I heard the old man Lin mention the thing "Ghost Eye", which is very evil. Zhou Wenyuan is not a good crop. He set up a "testing ground", and there might be something in it. When you go in, be careful. If you can, just look. If you can't, just leave. Don't be brave. "
Chen Mo knew that the old cat was telling the truth. He nodded his head to show his understanding.
"I've already fixed up the foreman's side. You go to the dispatching room in Area B of the dock at 10 o'clock tonight to report to the foreman Liu, just say it's my nephew and come to work the night shift for a few days. He will arrange for you to patrol the night in Area B, including the periphery of B7 warehouse. " Old cat metasomatism, waved, "go, be smart. Su Shantou has already paid for this single business. "
Chen Mo put away the envelope, nodded to the old cat and turned to leave.
At 9: 50 in the evening, Chen Mo changed into the slightly wider tooling, wore a hat and lowered his head, and came to the dispatching room in Area B of Pier 3. The air is filled with the salty smell of seawater and the stale smell of oil and goods accumulation. The huge gantry crane is like a silent giant in the night, with containers stacked into mountains, dim lights and sparse figures.
Boss Liu is a man in his forties with dark skin and a loud voice, yelling at the intercom. Seeing the badge handed by Chen Mo and the name of the old cat, he looked at Chen Mo several times and patted him on the shoulder (with great strength): "The nephew of the old cat? Ok, it looks solid. Night patrol, mainly fire prevention and theft prevention, check the warehouse door lock, pay attention to whether there are suspicious people. B7 warehouse over there ... just go around, don't get too close, there is someone to take care of. Report back here every two hours. Do you understand? "
Chen Mo nodded and gestured that he was hard of hearing.
Boss Liu frowned, but didn't say much. He handed him an old walkie-talkie (basic model, which can only receive simple instructions from the dispatching room), a strong flashlight and a rubber baton: "Go, come back at twelve o'clock."
Chen Mo took the equipment and started his "night patrol".
The dock is not quiet at night, and the whistle of the freighter in the distance, the faint roar of the loading and unloading equipment and the roar of the sea breeze are intertwined. But for Chen Mo, this is a relatively "clean" environment-there is not much complicated human voice and emotional echo interference.
He patrolled according to the prescribed route, but his eyes always paid attention to the direction of B7 warehouse. B7 warehouse, located in the innermost part of Zone B, is a relatively independent brick-concrete warehouse that looks a few years old. It is smaller than the standard container warehouse next to it, but the walls seem thicker. The warehouse door is a heavy metal shutter door, which is closed at the moment. There is a small door next to it, with lights on. At the door, a security guard in a black uniform and with a straight waist is scanning the surroundings warily.
Chen Mo didn't come near, just circled far away. The perception of the ear nail is quietly opened and adjusted to the most sensitive but restrained state.
When he approached the rear of B7 warehouse, there was a clear, low-frequency and regular buzz from his left ear, like a large instrument or some special equipment running. At the same time, it is also mixed with some extremely weak, intermittent and inhuman moans or growls (at the logical level), and a huge logical echo that is … cold and empty, as if "observing" something.
This echo, and he sensed in the salon, Zhou Wenyuan and "ghost eye" Yu Pei's breath, homologous! But more concentrated, active, and even with an "experimental" confusion and agitation!
The "Ghost Eye" experimental field, right here! And it's running!
Chen Mo confirmed in the heart, crush immediately close to the impulse of exploration. He wrote down the position of several vents at the back of the warehouse and a small window that seemed to be sealed high, and then quietly continued to patrol and reported back to the dispatching room on time.
In the next few hours, while performing the duty of night patrol, Chen Mo kept looking for opportunities to observe B7 warehouse from different angles. He found that the security of the warehouse was really tight. In addition to the fixed sentry at the main entrance, there seemed to be irregular internal patrols (he could see occasional flashlights flashing behind the windows in the high part of the warehouse). Moreover, there are no sundries or shelters around the warehouse, and the field of vision is wide, so it is difficult to hide and approach.
It was not until three o'clock in the morning that the opportunity came.
A sea breeze blew, bringing heavy moisture. Soon, fine raindrops floated in the night sky, and there was an increasing trend. The lights of the dock became hazy in the rain curtain, and the visibility decreased. The security guard sitting outside the small door also put on his raincoat and shrank under the eaves of the door, and his vigilance seemed to be relaxed because of the bad weather.
Chen Mo seized this opportunity, and after reporting "everything is normal" on the intercom, he quietly deviated from the fixed patrol route, and used the shadow of container stacking and the increasingly dense rain curtain as a cover, like a gecko, quietly moving towards the rear of B7 warehouse.
The rain wet his tooling, freezing cold, but also covered up his smell and subtle sound. He went around to the back of the warehouse, which was darker and more remote. He found the high window he had noticed before. The window is sealed, but the edge seal seems to be a little old.
After observing the surroundings and making sure it was safe, he took out a small multifunctional tool with a sucker and a cutting head from the lining of the tool (he prepared some tools in advance)-this was from the old cat's equipment bag. He fixed the sucker on the glass and carefully rowed it along the gap of the sealant at the edge of the window with the cutting head.
The sound of rain masked the slight cutting sound. A few minutes later, he successfully removed a small piece of glass together with sealant, revealing a hole the size of a fist.
Immediately, a mixed with formalin, ozone, blood smell, and some indescribable strange smell, as if electronic components were burnt and mixed with rotten flowers, floated out of the hole. At the same time, the low-frequency buzz and strange echoes in the warehouse have become clearer and louder.
Chen Mo held her breath, put her eyes close to the hole and looked inside.
The scene inside the warehouse made his blood almost freeze.