Chapter 56: Big problem (3)
"Click!"
The key turned in the lock with a resounding click.
Hoang Tuan, who was holding an axe in his bedroom, heard the noise, put the axe back on the table next to his bed, stretched, and stepped out into the living room.
"We're back!"
His mother led Dinh Phuc and others carrying large and small plastic bags into the house, everyone's face beaming with smiles as if they had just finished a joyful shopping spree.
Even with the two layers of plastic bags.
But he could still vaguely see that the nylon bags were filled with bones and meat...
"Mom, where is everyone going?"
Hoang Tuan pushed the bedroom door open and leaned in to ask.
His mother replied to him while habitually nagging a bit, "It's National Day holiday for the past two days. We went out to buy some food to cook delicious dishes at home. Where else would we go? That lazy boy sleeps like a pig, keeps snoozing and won't get up!"
Clearly, those bags were not light.
It could be seen that Dinh Phuc and Tran Thien Nga were a bit tired after setting down the heavy items in their hands.
At this moment, Hoang Tuan suddenly remembered that his mother had asked him to wake up early this morning and help carry the bags...
His younger sister set the heavy bag down on the floor.
She shook her reddened hands.
She entered the living room, turned on the TV as usual, and searched for the remote control on the sofa to prepare for watching a TV show...
"Hoang Tuan, go wash your face and brush your teeth before breakfast. You always look like you just woke up."
Dinh Phuc followed his mother and said to Hoang Tuan.
Hoang Tuan sighed, put on his flip-flops, and headed towards the bathroom, weakly replying, "Yes, ma'am."
Just like this, every day...
He would always be called to wash up immediately after waking up, his sleepy head forced to rise.
He opened the bathroom door and ran the cold water.
He took a face towel from the cabinet and threw it straight into the sink.
Hoang Tuan yawned and looked at himself in the mirror.
As the towel in the sink slowly blurred...
During the reflection in the mirror.
He saw that his complexion seemed to be in a terrible state.
As if he had aged several years since he woke up this morning.
"Dad? Dinh Phuc?"
Somehow.
A feeling of unease arose in Hoang Tuan's mind, but he really didn't know what the problem was.
He shook his head.
He splashed his face with a mouthful of clean water...
...
…
The real world.
In a luxurious apartment.
Under warm yellow lights, a neatly dressed young man was sitting on the sofa, in front of him was a black wooden desk with only a few simple documents and a pen.
And an ashtray with a half-burnt cigarette...
He held a teacup with no trace of water in his left hand, calmly looking at the report in his right hand.
The content of the report seemed complex.
He looked at it for a while before letting it go.
"The coordinates have reappeared there?"
The young man asked the woman standing not far from him, his voice strange, as if whispering in his throat.
The woman in front of him was truly beautiful.
There was an unexplainable laziness about her.
She nodded slightly.
Confirming the young man's question.
"Ugh..., how many people are participating this time?"
"By now, there have been fifty-six."
"That many." The young man clicked his tongue.
"The number is still increasing." Moc Giang added...
She paid attention to the movements of the young man who put down his teacup and, using his index finger, tapped lightly on his temple.
In fact, when she saw that the coordinates were reactivated through the cursed source earlier, she also felt a headache.
Starting from four months ago.
The story with the coordinates (5, 2) had unfolded.
The organization sent people at that time, and when they entered, they brought the cursed source to ensure success.
Unfortunately.
After stepping into that period, no news came out at all!
Even no one could return from that place.
At that time, Moc Giang's abilities were not like they are now; she did not have much experience, and she did not know much about this issue...
She only knew that after that.
This set of coordinates had been opened a total of four or five times!
Moreover, each time the door opened, there would be at least 20 people participating, and even the people from the organization that entered never came back...
Because no one came back.
There was no information or understanding of that place.
So, this set of coordinates (5, 2) was designated as the "unidentified dangerous area"...
To minimize casualties, once the coordinates were designated with this title, the organization's members could only temporarily give up search and rescue actions.
Waiting until there was enough assurance to enter.
Only then did they decide to send someone into the story within the coordinate to handle it...
Each time a coordinate was added to this type of situation.
It meant that there was one more dangerous location discovered in that world.
Today.
When Moc Giang found out that the coordinates (5, 2) had opened, she realized that it was different from the previous few times; this time, the number of participants was twice as many as before!
This could very well mean that something major was about to happen.
Moc Giang still wasn't sure.
Afterward, a new report was made and handed to the young man sitting in front of her...
But seeing the teenager remaining silent, she also felt a little anxious.
"Is there still no movement this time?"
She asked with slightly lowered voice.
Hearing that, the young man put out the cigarette he had just lit with his fingertip, stood up, and took out a self-igniting cigarette from his pocket, letting smoke drift through his fingers.
He took a deep breath and spoke with a complicated expression.
"This time is a bit troublesome. In addition to this matter, there is another issue that requires personnel."
"What's that?"
Moc Giang asked.
The young man did not answer directly, but instead took out another report from the desk and handed it to Moc Giang, who silently opened the document and glanced through its contents before frowning deeply.
"Real World Invasion?"
Moc Giang's voice was slightly low.
"That's right, related to the coordinate incident a few weeks ago."
"Why are such incidents happening more and more frequently?"
She pondered the question.
After reading all the information on the paper, Moc Giang closed the document and placed it back on the desk.
"That, I don't know. In any case, let's handle the invasion case first. If this leaks out, more than just a few dozen people will be involved."
"I have sent people to investigate, but I still feel uneasy. I want you to go and take a look. I'll deal with the coordinates (5, 2)."
After saying these two sentences, the young man extinguished the cigarette he had just lit and remained silent for a moment, signaling Moc Giang to go and check.
Moc Giang stared at the young man for a while, stopped for a moment, turned around, and was about to leave.
"Be careful."
She left behind those words.
Her slender and agile figure moved gracefully as she walked towards the door.
Moc Giang left.
The young man was left alone in the entire room...
The room was very quiet.
Even the sound of the cold wind blowing in through the window could be vaguely heard.
The young man walked to the desk.
He opened a drawer and took out a very old drawing, placing it on the table.
The strange thing was.
There was no clear shape on this drawing.
As if it had been randomly sprayed with color...
There were areas that were discolored, perhaps because the drawer was damp.
The young man traced the lines on it with his fingers.
Stopped somewhere.
"I don't know if I can leave after entering..."
"It will be very troublesome if I get stuck inside."
With his index finger, he pressed heavily on the area his finger was pointing to, and misty and eerie fog emerged, gradually enveloping him!
"The 'Real World Invasion' incident at the mental hospital, I hope they can handle it..."
Thick smoke filled the young man.
His figure became blurred.
As the smoke dissipated again, the figure of the young man also disappeared from the room without a trace.
Only the reported documents remained.
Silently lying on the table...
In the report about the "Real World Invasion" event.
There was a page opened with the content "List of Potential Entrants."
Information about "Le Hoa Phat."
Printed within...