——It is actually an island.

——And it’s a small island. The sea level may be less than 30 cm above sea level, but there is a thick layer of soil on this island.

——There is even a big banyan tree. It stands to reason that even if the island can accumulate soil, the soil layer will be severely salinized! How could there be such a big banyan tree?

——Uncommon sense, too uncommon sense.

Ms. M heard the movement behind her, turned her head to confirm, and saw that the agents who followed her were also let in.

——Does this mean you don't care how many people I bring?

Ms. M knows that 100% of her subordinates have brought weapons, of course, there are also bugs, global positioning devices, enhanced signal transmitters and the like.

And Ying, not only let them come, even too lazy to search.

The three of the shadows saw that Ms. M and his party had all entered the door, and then returned to the door, and then the streetscape of Fleet Avenue on the side of the door disappeared.

——Sure enough, is it an ancient relic that can be connected to any place in the world at will!

The next moment, the scenery over the door changed again.

It's a dimly lit office.

The furnishings in the office are very simple, a quaint desk full of the atmosphere of the 1960s, an unpretentious swivel chair, and a folding chair for visitors.

The walls on both sides are lined with information cabinets filled with large folders.

Behind the swivel chair of the desk owner is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, from which you can see a large upside-down pyramid and the lights of a city that is in the night like London.

-Underground city?

——Is it really possible for such a thing to exist?

According to common sense, the larger the organization, the more traces it will leave.

If the shadow has a huge underground city somewhere in the world with tens of thousands of residents, the materials and garbage that these people consume every day will leave traces in the world.

Is it really possible for these traces to escape the joint investigation of the world's top spy agencies?

——Well, it can’t be considered as a joint investigation, but the world’s top espionage agencies are searching for movies, that’s for sure.

Ms. M was wondering, the skull made a please gesture to Ms. M again.

Ms. M said to the people around her: "You stay and I will go by myself."

——Some things, don’t know too many people.

——I think the shadow side must think so too.

——Furthermore, in that office, only one chair was prepared for visitors.

——Obviously this means "you come here alone".

Ms. M walked awe-inspiringly. As soon as she stepped into the office, the loudspeaker in the office began to play music.

——It is actually the theme song of Soul Broken Blue Bridge.

——What is this, specially prepared for me?

Ms. M went straight to the folding chair for the guests and sat down directly.

Her subordinates were very obedient, and no one followed.

What she didn't expect was that the gentle sunlight from behind disappeared.

She looked back, and the door was indeed gone. Now there is only one wall left over there, and there is the original door of this room on the wall.

It was really a rather simple door. On both sides of the door, a map of the world was hung on one side, and a portrait of Mona Lisa was hung on the other side.

Ms. M observed the map carefully and found that Chinese was written on the map.

No one opened the door and came in.

Ms. M didn't waste time, and continued to observe the entire room.

The folder in the file cabinet is also noted in Chinese.

Ms. M took out her glasses and put them on-she does have presbyopia, but the main purpose of wearing glasses is to use the camera on the glasses to take pictures of everything in this room.

But the light is too dark, the effect of the miniature camera may not be very good.

If you can’t fix it, it’s deliberately making it so dark to reduce the amount of information the camera can get.

The music continues.

No one wants to enter the door.

Ms. M craned her neck and looked at the documents on the desk.

——The format of the document feels like an official institution in Greater China.

——The Chinese, did they deliberately conceal things?

At this moment, the phone rang.

Ms. M noticed that there was a red old-fashioned telephone on the table.

The music stopped abruptly as the phone rang.

Ms. M answered the phone without hesitation, and an electronically synthesized voice came over there: "Good evening, Ms. M."

"Hello. However, I will come here personally. Not only do you not show up, but do you even have to synthesize your voice?"

"This is for your own good." The other side replied after a short pause.

Ms. M speculates that the pause is the delay in the other party's conversion of speech into electronically synthesized voice.

"You must have heard of sandbox diagnostics."

"Of course I have heard." Ms. M replied. Sandbox diagnosis is a psychological diagnosis method. The psychologist and the patient make a sandbox together, and evaluate the patient's psychological condition during the process of making the sandbox.

Sandbox diagnosis, like the Rorschach inkblot test, is a routine diagnosis method in modern psychology.

"The world is a sandbox, exquisitely made. Humans live in such a sandbox and don’t know everything outside. But this sandbox is not perfect, so people will peep into the real world from time to time. Then they don’t. With one exception, they all fell into madness.

"We are protecting your mind."

The synthesized voice said without emotion.