Bai Su, who successfully escaped from the conference room, stood in the corridor of the police station and looked around.
He doesn't fit in with the humans around him who are busy working and maybe even working overtime.
After searching for any familiar faces in the corridor, Bai Su finally took a step forward, walked towards a woman who was pouring water from the water dispenser, and patted her on the shoulder.
"Who!" The pony-tailed woman who approached quietly was startled, and she almost jumped up. A little of the water in the cup she was holding was shaken out.
Bai Su looked at Qi... Qi Zhuyue, right? She turned around suddenly and held her shoulder with her free hand.
"Bai Su?" Qi Zhuyue's nerves jumped, "You...why are you still here?"
The woman with a ponytail believed that Bai Su, who had no job and was only working part-time after the meeting, should have left their police station.
"You were left here by the boss to chat for a few words?" The name was Xia Xia Chengyin. Bai Sudang didn't see the ponytailed woman's hesitant expression when addressing him.
Qi Zhuyue: I definitely learned this name from Senior Xia, right?
Qi Zhuyue: Ah, ah, really, what does Senior Xia teach people every day...
Qi Zhuyue couldn't correct her. She sighed and said: "Since there is nothing wrong, Mr. Bai, you can go home. If you want to get overtime pay, wait for about half an hour and go to the door to punch in -"
"Do you want to eat?" Bai Su interrupted and asked.
"Huh?" Qi Zhuyue didn't keep up.
"Let's go to the cafeteria to eat." Bai Su took out his fully charged mobile phone and took a look at it, then unplugged the borrowed power bank. "I remember that the cafeteria here is now serving lunch?"
The supply has indeed begun, but what does this have to do with Baisu?
Qi Zhuyue stood there holding a cup in her hand, and just as she was thinking, she heard the black-haired young man next to her ear continue to speak: "Speaking of which, I still think Miss Qi is a bit decent-"
"Let's eat!" The woman with a ponytail clenched her cup tightly and added, "I'm treating you."
Ten minutes later, two people were sitting in a corner of the police station's cafeteria.
Qi Zhuyue didn't often eat in the canteen, so she saved a lot of money on her meal card to be able to order enough dishes for the black-haired young man to cover the table.
Qi Zhuyue felt a little threatened, and she had evidence.
Bai Su noticed the human woman opposite him, and his moving chopsticks stopped in mid-air: "I think..."
Qi Zhuyue's lips moved and she spoke quickly: "Don't worry, please have dinner. If it's not enough, you can order more."
The similarity was brought up over and over again, which sent a shiver down her spine, but she hesitated to advance the topic, feeling like a wolf was coming.
By the way, she couldn't be as disbelieving as the villagers in the story of Cried Wolf. She would feel frightened if he mentioned it a few times.
Except for the wig and a million... details, her disguise should be perfect.
Bai Su saw the face of the human female sitting opposite him changing back and forth like a palette, and he knew that the other person was thinking wrong again.
But what does this have to do with him? He is just a meal card eater.
The black-haired young man lowered his head and concentrated on the food. The pony-tailed woman opposite him calmed down after finishing her palette change.
In the corner of the cafeteria, no one disturbs me.
The target is eating and is probably in a fair mood.
The woman with a ponytail hesitated, and finally spoke when only snacks were left on the table: "Bai Su, you...are you really not fishing for law enforcement this time?"
Seeing the black-haired young man looking towards her, Qi Zhuyue said with some distress: "What a coincidence."
To this, Bai Su's answer was: "No, it's just a coincidence."
He went to eat nearby because it was recommended by the viewers of the live broadcast room, and it was unexpected to meet An Xiangwen. As for being invited to visit... that was completely An Xiangwen's own decision. It cannot be said that he started looking for a job from An Xiangwen. Have you started making arrangements?
Instead of asking him, it would be better to start with the mutual aid meeting An Xiangwen said.
Thinking like this, Bai Su mentioned this to humans.
Qi Zhuyue's expression immediately became serious. She took out her cell phone and recorded it in a notepad, preparing to arrange for someone to ask in detail later.
"By the way, if I want to see information related to Tuochuan, what should I do?"
"Ah? If you want to see it..." Qi Zhuyue raised her eyebrows slightly.
She thought about Bai Su's current identity. It seemed that he was just a relevant person rather than a participant in the case. If she wanted to see the information...
"Let's apply."
"Tsk."
Hearing the strange sound, Qi Zhuyue raised her head and looked across, only to see that the black-haired young man had lowered his head, as if the smacking sound was not made by him.
Hallucinated? Probably not.
Bai Su once again lamented the cumbersomeness of human order, and began to think about how he obtained human intelligence last time.
If you don't steal or rob, it seems like you are borrowing something from someone else.
The last victim happened to enter the cafeteria and was about to pack a meal and take it back to the office to eat and work. As soon as he stepped through the cafeteria door, the young man wearing glasses felt a chill.
Shrugging his shoulders for no reason, the last victim of borrowing a book quickened his pace.
Buying food, packing it and paying for it is a one-stop process, and the whole process does not take more than ten minutes.
The people sitting in the canteen only felt a gust of wind blowing by. Even Qi Zhuyue in the corner noticed something and looked towards the door, only to see a turbulent figure disappearing there.
After roughly recognizing which of his colleagues this was, Qi Zhuyue silently sighed that the other person had a lot of work to do.
When she looked away, the woman with a ponytail met a pair of black eyes.
The black-haired young man sitting across from him stopped eating at some point. He put his hands on his chin and rested his head there, at an angle of thirty degrees.
A bad premonition surged into her heart. Before the human woman could pick up her dinner plate and run away, she was greeted with a smile that she couldn't refuse.
"Qi Zhuyue, Miss Qi." Bai Su called out the human's name, his eyes curled into crescent shapes, "Can I trouble you with one more thing?"
The pony-tailed woman he looked at shuddered, and the words he wanted to refuse were swallowed back when they reached her mouth, and she finally nodded reluctantly.
Bai Su put down his hands with satisfaction and continued to eat the food in front of him.
After swiping the human woman's meal card again, the woman showed a pained expression, and Bai Su finally put away the dinner plate.
Then the two people went to the archives room.
The troublesome thing about Baisu is simply taking advantage of the rules.
The borrower has permission, so he pretends to be a member of the team and watches along.
As long as nothing happens and the human leader doesn't discover it, most situations will turn a blind eye.
Qi Zhuyue: "...Actually, I think Captain Gu knows this operation." But why are you so skilled? ?
The black-haired young man who was regarded as a skilled worker picked up a thick stack of documents and clicked his tongue.
Too thick.
Even ten centimeters is missing. If you had a measuring stick, you could see that the Luo document was about twenty centimeters away.
At first, Baisu turned quite slowly, still maintaining the speed of one eye and ten lines. After turning for a while, his movements gradually became more and more violent.
Qi Zhuyue: "Wait...be careful not to tear the paper!"
Bai Su: "I understand."
The subsequent reading is a bit like quantum reading. The onlookers just want to ask one question, can they really remember it?
"Okay." Bai Su replied, closing the last loose-leaf volume, and when he turned around, he was met with the self-doubtful look of a human woman.
Qi Zhuyue's face was filled with an expression of "Have I spoken out my heart?"
"You didn't say it out loud, but that suspicious look... must have just meant that, right?" Bai Su picked up the documents and put them on the counter in the archives room. "The expression is too obvious."
The file clerk in front of the counter instantly put down the mobile phone he was using to fish, sat upright in a serious manner, and waved to Qi Zhuyue, gesturing for her to come over to sign and return the documents.
Before passing by, Qi Zhuyue lowered her head and glanced at the time. Only fifteen minutes had passed.
If anything, Bai Su read the whole pile at a rate of one book per minute.
Did he really remember it? Still having such doubts, the handwriting of the woman with a ponytail was a bit stiff when she signed.
When Bai Su said remember, he naturally imprinted the text in his mind and could check it at any time later.
After Qi Zhuyue signed, he asked just in case, "Why are you checking this?"
"For what?" Bai Su thought for a while and replied, "For friends."
The second time he read this word, Bai Su's answer caused Qi Zhuyue to look back, and the black-haired young man winked at the human woman.
Qi Zhuyue repeated: "Friends?"
Bai Su responded: "Yes, the one you sent to the hospital is called An Xiangwen."
As he said that, the black-haired young man held his chin pretending to be distressed: "He looked a little depressed before. It must be the fault of the cult. Come to think of it...he is not very lucky and always encounters accidents."
Qi Zhuyue:......
Qi Zhuyue: No, I don’t think it’s the problem of Mr. An. Have you considered that it might be your problem?
Or is it a matter of two people meeting each other?
Qi Zhuyue silently recalled the unspeakable trip to Fuzhao Temple that they had experienced together, and felt from the bottom of her heart that if she wanted to return to daily life, she should first try staying away from Baisu.
All the people in their special departments have somewhat accidental constitutions, and Bai Su directs the type with special appearance.
Qi Zhuyue sighed quietly and ended with one sentence: "Mr. Bai, please pay attention. What can and cannot be said..."
She hoped that people would remember her, otherwise she would be the one who would accompany her later and write a self-criticism.
Bai Su nodded perfunctorily, indicating that he understood.
"The person in front of you didn't write it, don't worry."
"...It doesn't look very reassuring." The importance of the two documents is not the same.
Several seniors from the same department asked about what happened to their seniors last time, and then compared them with what she had suffered.
--With the world people.
Qi Zhuyue insisted that they had already accompanied him, so it was better to send Buddha to the west and the person to the door of the police station.
Witnessing the black-haired young man walking out, she looked at the message she received on her phone and shouted to someone: "You will have a liaison person over there... Anyway, there is such a person, you remember-"
The following words were scattered in the air, and Qi Zhuyue didn't know if Bai Su heard them clearly.
She probably heard clearly. She thought Bai Su had excellent hearing.
After being separated from Bai Su, Qi Zhuyue finally felt relaxed.
She felt like she was leaving a sticky dampness.
What Qi Zhuyue didn't know was that she would feel uncomfortable entirely because Bai Su later looked at her the way he looked at "Wei Wenxue" in the wooden Buddha's dream.
She didn't remember that memory, but Bai Su did.
…
The sun was setting in the west, and the orange-red twilight spread on the streets.
The liaison officer's words went in and out of Bai Su's left and right ears. He walked absentmindedly on the way home, turning over the information he had just recorded in his head.
The black-haired young man didn't look at the road, but he could always avoid pedestrians on the road accurately.
Because he didn't look at the road, when he reached a fork in the road, he just followed the white dog's habit and walked down the trail.
The narrow streets are full of obstacles, and the street seems to have become the private property of the shops on both sides, with all kinds of debris piled up in front of you.
You can still walk, you just have to be careful where you step.
Bai Su walked in as if he was still thinking about something, and gradually walked to the center of the path with shaky steps.
Then he stopped and tilted his head to the left.
In his peripheral vision, a streamlined black shadow brushed across his cheek and fell to the ground in the distance, leaving a shallow cut on his face.
When an ordinary person gets a wound, blood would already overflow, but on Bai Su's face there was only a pale scratch.
The black shadow fell to the ground, appearing like a pool of mud.
It fell into the shadow cast by the wall, its shapeless body slowly squirming and rising, as if it wanted to become something.
The mud rose to the same level as Bai Su, and its silhouette changed into a human shape. It even wore the same clothes as Bai Su. These changes only happened in the blink of an eye.
However, when the human form constructed from the mud wanted to re-embody a specific appearance, it got stuck.
The liquid on his face twitched a few times, and it was obvious that he was trying hard, but nothing came out.
The dark mud visually bulged out a question mark on the face, fully expressing its own doubts.
Then the mud surged forward for a distance, and the leg area instantly melted into a ball and bulged slightly, giving people a sense that it was about to take off.
In fact, the silt was washed out again.
In the narrow alley, apart from the closed shop doors on both sides, Bai Su was the only one. Obstacled by the debris on the floor, the black-haired young man's retreat was hindered.
As if unable to dodge, Bai Su's neck was brushed for the second time.
Compared with the first time, this scratch was much deeper, almost cutting off a piece of flesh.
However, there was still no blood flowing out.
The mud that rushed in the opposite direction repeated the previous operation, but was still stuck at the step where the appearance appeared.
"Do you want to get something from me?"
Bai Su turned around and pressed his fingers on the wound on his neck.
There were thin white lines twitching slowly at the wound. It might take a while before the wound on his neck would heal.
The scratch on the black-haired young man's cheek had disappeared, as if it had never existed in the first place.
Bai Su doesn't construct his body in a comprehensive manner most of the time. For example, when a person is alone or is not in danger of injury, he can't even manage half of his organs.
The same goes for blood.
Bai Su walked a few steps toward the mud, and said to himself as he walked: "What you need is blood... Do you need my blood to become like me?"
"So I saw someone like you at noon, not an individual?"
(End of chapter)
