Trouble is called trouble because it is trivial and difficult to deal with.
"Uh-huh, what next?"
"Then..." The sick man coughed twice more, and a cup of hot water was pushed to his hand at the right time. The calm attitude of the person opposite made the man a little frightened, "I don't need..."
"Let's talk first." The cloaked man looked at the time, "There is still enough time, you can be more detailed."
They had a whole morning set aside and needed to go somewhere else in the afternoon.
It didn't take long to cast the spell during the lecture. The main reason was that he was lucky and the spell was successful in one go.
The sick man glanced at the other side secretly, stretched out his hand and drank the hot water.
The man with a wet throat spoke a little smoother, and he stuttered about what happened in the company last night.
White "cobwebs" appeared inexplicably and a "slender ghostly figure" stood beside his bed.
The cloaked man listened, but didn't take it seriously.
Supernatural powers are everywhere in this world. This building is so high, so it’s not surprising that there are a few of them.
The threat of supernatural beings to people with some means is zero, but the threat to ordinary people is not small.
Most of the human beings in the world are ordinary people.
The man in the white spider web cloak couldn't tell what it was, maybe it was an ordinary gadget, and the lanky ghost... The man in front of him was not within the opponent's hunting range. The man in the cloak was more likely that the thing had nothing to do with the lanky ghost.
"You mean, that white figure has...an eye?"
"Yes, yes." The sick man shuddered, "He is looking at me with those eyes."
After hearing this, the cloaked man looked at the sick man through the cloth with his eyes hidden under his hood, and then he glanced aside.
There was no communication, but the handsome young man understood what his companion wanted to express.
Being targeted by a supernatural being means that there is something about the person in front of you that the supernatural being is interested in.
As an employee of a subordinate company, the sick man can help take a look at it appropriately——
The handsome young man's crow-grey eyes suddenly stopped moving, and his hands on the table were loosened. He stood up halfway, and the hand under his cloak suddenly stretched out and grabbed the sick man's arm.
The latter was startled because the handsome young man moved extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, his arm fell into the opponent's shackles, and the shackles were very powerful.
The handsome young man looked closer and almost put his face against the sick man's.
Facing such a face that could be said to be indignant to both humans and gods, the sick man fell into a state of dizziness, his eyes were dazed, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
"There's something wrong with him." The handsome young man quickly sat back down and thought, "His soul will dance with the sickle."
"……speak English."
"He's dying."
It is difficult for the cloaked man to evaluate how he feels when his colleague is a mixed race, but in terms of daily interactions, he occasionally encounters the Riddler's state.
In short, he speaks in a fancy way, and occasionally comes up with a few translation accents.
The cloaked man glanced to the left: "Medicine?"
The handsome young man shook his head: "Occultism."
The cloaked man, who is a purebred Chinese with an average education level, and went to work in the great propaganda industry after completing compulsory education, heard the English words, and his mind turned for a moment.
Oh, the occult.
The answer from a non-medical perspective is as expected. If the death is really due to pathological reasons, generally speaking, it will not attract supernatural phenomena.
But to the extent that the handsome young man could call it "something wrong"... the cloaked man thought for a moment and decided to ask directly to avoid the state of his companion Riddler.
"Tricky?"
"A little bit. You can't deal with it just by looking at people. You may have to solve it from the source." The handsome young man said slowly, "I want it."
After that, the handsome young man's gray eyes looked at the cloaked man with longing, and the latter responded with a series of ellipses.
The long-term partnership allowed him to understand what the handsome young man wanted to express.
I want to bring the sick man back, and I also want to be the source of the sick man's state.
Maybe it's for research, but the cloaked man isn't actually interested in what will happen next.
Now all the cloaked man can do is wave his hand to let the sick man out, and ask the man in suit outside to take him to their car and wait until they finish their morning business, and then take the sick man away with him.
As for the white cobwebs and the lanky ghost the sick man mentioned, out of the consideration of having something to gain today, they went back to the building to take a look before leaving.
The sick man didn't know what was waiting for him. He only knew that the two superiors in front of him said they would solve his problem.
When he heard that he would no longer be stared at by the "Slender Ghost", the sick man felt grateful and followed the man in suit outside the door.
"Okay, next is-"
The man in the cloak clapped his hands and signaled the man in the suit to quickly notify the people in the company and bring in the next listeners.
After finishing their work early, they had other things to do in the afternoon, not to mention that his companions found a new thing to play with——
Shh.
…
Bai Su played with the books in his hands.
His disguise was limited to the men in cloaks and suits, and other people were outside the scope of Bai Su's disguise.
He relaxed his posture and held the pages of the book hanging down.
If he hadn't considered that having humans around him would be too much of a hindrance, he would have put down his burden and ignored the occasion.
Human beings, this is a human society, and he has a human identity.
The black-haired young man was thinking in his mind.
Humans don’t taste good, and it’s troublesome to explain why so many people died.
So now he just sits and waits for someone to take him into the small room before doing anything.
Bai Su also smiled kindly at the delicate woman, but for some reason, the human suddenly took a step back upon receiving his smile, and did not even respond to the shouts of the man in suit who came behind him.
After being called out several times, the delicate woman turned pale and called the young man to stand here for her while she quickly walked out of the door.
"Huh..." The delicate woman let out a long sigh of relief, and the strange feeling that followed made her frown.
The black-haired young man gave her completely different senses yesterday than today, as if something had been liberated.
The delicate woman originally wanted to take the opportunity to ask if the torn page was done by the other party, but now she can only keep her words in her stomach.
At most, at most, I can hide it from the people above and pretend that the book has not been damaged.
The delicate woman obeyed her heart and stayed away from the conference room. Standing outside the door, she sighed again. She was about to take a look at the red room and passed a trash can in the corridor on the way.
The pretty woman had already walked over, but she caught something out of the corner of her eye and fell back.
The trash can was filled with paper, and the fine scraps of waste paper fell on it to form a thin layer, but the scraps of paper were so shredded that they revealed the incompletely covered colored paper underneath.
The delicate woman's thoughts moved. She ignored the dirt and mess of the trash can and squatted there to reach out her hand.
He swept the paper scraps with his fingertips, and after the cover was removed, the colorful promotional paper thrown underneath was exposed to the light. If you look at the corners, you can still see scratches that were not very careless.
However, the delicate woman looked around blankly.
This is a corridor leading to the red room, which is in the opposite direction to the lounge... Even if it is in the same corridor, it is impossible.
She confirmed that the trash can should have been emptied after her colleagues left last night.
In other words, the garbage inside was put away this morning... or after midnight.
Was her guess wrong?
The confusion on the face of the delicate woman continued.
Yesterday, she thought it was the black-haired young man who tore up the book. He was the only one who had touched the book. But today, after looking at it, her inference seemed to have been overturned.
Because the black-haired young man didn't go anywhere after being brought up from downstairs, and only stayed in the conference room.
For the time being, she thought Bai Su was a human being, but the handsome woman with ferocious eyes didn't think much about it. Instead, several conjectures about last night came to her mind.
Pretty woman: Dirty...why did the dirty thing tear up their company's brochure?
Human beings whose brain circuits had turned another corner gradually deviated from the truth of the matter, and the book tearer who was wanted to do something dirty sneezed.
Bai Su covered the tip of his nose.
He has somewhat figured out the pattern of sneezing. Generally, it means that someone is saying bad things about him.
Thinking this, Bai Su choked again.
The book he picked up casually has been thrown to the ground. It was originally used to hold the red arc paper, but now it has no use except for show.
After coughing twice more, Bai Su noticed that the humans around him were silent.
The curly-haired young man who usually chirped at the slightest disturbance was sitting there silently, as if in a daze.
An Xiangwen will react to the outside world, but he needs to shout louder, such as...
The young man who opened the door yesterday looked at the door twice, then walked slowly over and stopped in front of them.
There were only three people left in the entire conference room, Bai Su, An Xiangwen and the young man.
Of course, the young man started calling from the person outside. He patted An Xiangwen on the shoulder and used a lot of force to attract the attention of the curly-haired young man.
Then he directly pulled the person up and pushed him out.
Before leaving, he took one last look at the black-haired young man beside him. The young man sat there with his chin propped up and did not react to him dragging him away.
The young man walked a little further and whispered: "I don't know what the elder sister asked me to pay attention to in front of me..."
In his opinion, the black-haired young man was ordinary, not as scary as the surveillance last night.
Thinking of last night's surveillance, the young man couldn't help but shiver. It wasn't until he led people back to the corridor, and the day's sunlight shone on him through the window, that the young man regained some warmth.
The warmth of the sun can be considered the nemesis of fear.
The young man quickly sent the person he was holding into the red room. Since he was the second to last person, he did not go back, but waited by the door.
The person walked in blankly and walked out in a daze. The whole process only took ten minutes.
The same is basically true for the people in front of me. The duration is basically five to fifteen minutes, depending on how much money you have, you can be ripped off.
Obviously, An Xiangwen was one of those people who still had some savings, so he was kept for a while.
The young man watched the curly-haired young man come out and was handed his mobile phone. He knew it was time to bring the last person over.
As he walked back from the door of the red room, he met a delicate woman who hurriedly approached from the other direction.
When the pretty woman saw the young man, she paused and asked, "Why are you here?"
The young man touched his head and said, "I'll send someone here... There's only one left, so I won't go back."
"There's only one left" immediately equated in the mind of the pretty woman with "the black-haired young man might cause trouble alone in the room."
Oops, maybe not?
In front of her, she gave up the smile that the black-haired young man shared with her before leaving. The delicate woman immediately pulled the young man and ran back, for fear that something irreversible would happen if she walked too slowly.
"Wait...Sister, we don't have to leave in such a hurry, right?"
"What do you know? I don't want you to watch it carefully!"
"I don't think there's anything wrong with him, and he's the only one left..."
The two exchanged a few words and returned to the door of the conference room.
The door of the conference room was open and unlocked. After pushing the young man in first, the delicate woman looked on outside.
She looked at the young man who staggered and almost tripped, rubbed the back of his head, and then walked forward to the black-haired young man.
The black-haired young man turned his head following the young man's voice, his eyes still so clear.
Then the man stood up and followed him to the door.
Bai Su raised the corners of his lips again when he saw the delicate woman.
He smiled again, reacting differently from others.
The pretty woman's eyes widened when she saw it, but Bai Su, who was standing behind the young man, raised his finger and made a silent gesture to her.
"you……"
"Hush - I told you this lady, I'm still a little interested in your products."
With an emphasis on the word product, Bai Su waved his hand at the human woman and turned to leave.
The target direction was the red room. When the door was closed, Bai Su felt nothing. When the young man in front of him pushed the door open a crack, his pupils straightened again.
His hands unconsciously pressed a few times on his arms, pinching the flesh with great force until holes were formed.
However, no blood flowed out, and the sunken area slowly recovered like elastic plasticine.
The last time I felt that time passed so slowly was when I was listening to people's nonsense in the basement of the haunted house.
The young man pushed the door open and stepped aside. Only Bai Su needed to enter the red room.
Unlike other humans, Bai Su paused at the door for a few seconds, a look of disgust flashed across his face, and finally walked in.
Everything that entered the room was dark red. It was unclear whether it was to create a mysterious atmosphere. Instead of turning on the lights, a candlestick was lit in the room.
Three candles were burning there faintly. Judging from the dripping wax, they had been burning for a while.
Bai Su stood by the door and met the eyes of the handsome young man and the cloaked man in the room.
Then, he smiled at people again.
The clear black eyes were shining with light, completely different from the hazy one imagined.
Bai Su took a step inward, his hands behind his back, and the slender white thread hooked on the door handle and pulled forward.
Snap, snap.
The door was closed and locked.
(End of chapter)
