Roderick was now standing in the center of the crowd again.
I had never met this group of people before, and now my head was dizzy after being hit. There were bandages hanging down on my eyelids and there was blood on them, and my gray eyes rolled around.
One, two, three, four, five...six, six people in total.
The six people looked like they belonged to some department of human beings. They were well-dressed in uniforms and had an annoying temperament.
He had to get rid of the people quickly... He had to go back to find his partner quickly.
The memory before he fainted briefly came back. The sudden appearance of the sick employee did not occupy his attention. Instead, it was Bai Su's whereabouts that occupied Roderick's mind.
He was deliberately left in an auto repair shop in the corner of the city to recover from his injuries.
It's hard to say where the church's headquarters is. The company's headquarters is listed on the official website. No matter how much you check, you won't find anything wrong there. Even if you dig deep into the ground, it's still a compliant company.
As for the private headquarters... Roderick doesn't know, he hasn't been there. Maybe his partner, a smart guy who can use his brain, has been there. Anyway, it's not something that a being like him can know.
He has a bad mind, and as a price, he has a poor brain. If someone catches him, he will probably reveal all the secrets with a shake.
Therefore, there aren’t many secrets about Roderick, at least nothing worth digging into.
If his weapon was still there before, the sword could be considered a secret, but now it has been captured.
Seized...yes, taken away by the black-haired young man, Roderick thought absentmindedly.
Speaking of which, he had heard someone say that everything that happened in the branch down there that day was not an accident.
The two men in suits who left said something like this, but since he was still here, they left without saying much.
What is not an accident?
Roderick actually didn't understand. If his partner was still here, then he would know the answer just by asking. Maybe his partner would pull up his hood and scold him that his brain is all about muscles.
But it’s not what he wants if his mind is all about muscles?
Unable to solve the problem, Roderick asked this question to the employees at the auto repair shop during his recovery days. Some of the employees here had nothing to do with Tuochuan and were ordinary recruits.
"It's not an accident? It's designed." A young man in work clothes replied, holding a spray gun in his hand. "Since it's not an accident, it's inevitable. This...handsome guy! You want to Don’t you ask people you know?”
But he had no one to ask.
The tall young man, who was so tightly wrapped in bandages that he could not be called a handsome boy, returned to his temporary residence with the answer.
It's not an accident, it's by design.
In Chinese translation, someone arranges or acts as a pusher to promote everything to happen.
Roderick, no matter how meticulous his analysis was, couldn't figure out whether he and his partner's trip was planned, or whether the people in the company that day were arranged...
The tall young man blinked twice, and the sticky blood had already penetrated the bandage and was about to flow into his eye sockets.
He will feel a little bothered, but only a little.
The tall young man still had some pain.
The broken bones creaked and regrown, and the broken organs seemed to be stirred by a hand, picking up the pieces and gluing them together. Itching and pain ran through his whole body from beginning to end.
It hurts, itches, etc... What is he going to do now?
The gray eyes blinked twice more.
Oh, yes, I need to find a partner.
The tall young man slowly held the broken knife in his hand.
Although the tip is broken, it is still usable.
What does it matter if it's dull? Just use speed to reach it.
After the members of the special department on the other side understood what it meant to be resilient, they changed their strategies.
There is no need to confront people head-on. Quickly recall what Bai Su said.
"Say...what did you say? Wait, captain, please wait for me for a moment!"
The man in a suit hurriedly hid aside and rummaged for information amidst the not-so-dense hail of bullets and swords.
I have no choice, who knew I would meet someone from a cult here? I have read their information, but not to the point of memorizing it all.
The result of the on-site investigation was that the man in the suit was almost shot by his companion.
It flew over from nowhere, and the shooting companion only had time to say sorry before running away in a hurry, leaving the man in the suit doubting his life behind the cover.
Did he have bad luck today?
On the way here, I met a ghost who got into the car for no apparent reason. When I arrived at the auto repair shop, I couldn't catch up with him and almost tripped him over and over again.
The only time I fired my gun was to clear the obstacles in the way, but the ejected fragments almost hit my neck. Then I was affected by the explosion, and now I was only one step away from being hit by my companions.
Looking at it this way, the luck of his colleagues is not very good either.
The man in the suit pulled away from the information and looked towards the center of the battle circle.
The captain with narrowed eyes changed bullets for his gun. Unable to subdue them with brute force, he tried to use other methods. Now narrowed eyes relied on the cover of others and raised the muzzle of the gun.
According to their previous back-and-forth fights, the tall young man's fighting style tends to be straightforward, without much fuss. With his good recovery ability, he can resist some attacks that can be avoided.
As long as the wound heals before the next injury, that's fine.
Then they just need to stun the tall young man before he reacts. As long as the bullet does not miss, the dose that can stun the elephant is empty.
One shot missed.
The bullet accidentally hit a piece of metal that happened to fly up in the previous fight. The trajectory of the bullet was changed, and it was naturally dodged.
The rest of the bullets hit, and the anesthesia was also injected, but the tall young man's drug resistance was as good as the special department expected. One shot was missing, and the person could not faint completely.
Realizing what the people from the special department had done, the tall young man stabbed himself neatly with a short knife.
——Going to find a partner.
Replaying this thought in his mind like a demon, the tall young man rushed aside immediately after realizing that his footsteps were weak.
He rushed to the wall, his gray eyes that finally looked hazy due to anesthesia were set against the arc of his lips that were no longer standard, as if they were carved by a machine.
Perhaps after a few seconds of hesitation, the tall young man broke through the wall and walked away without any hesitation.
The team from the special department could only divide into two groups, pursue them all the way, and continue to go deeper into the auto repair shop.
Bai Su was unaware of all the above fights.
It can't be said that he was completely unaware. Bai Su could hear the sounds of fighting from behind, but what did that have to do with the person who only had midnight snacks in his eyes?
He looked at the time. It was almost early in the morning, and it was time for supper.
The creature in the skin of the sick employee walked around behind the stairs, passed through the corridor where he met the tall young man, and came to an empty flat ground.
It is said to be flat ground, but in fact there is still a little raised uneven spot on the ground. It can be easily seen that there is a passage leading underground.
The black-haired young man slapped it, stretched out his hand and lifted it.
There was a gunshot in the distance, and he simply jumped in.
There are stairs in the passage, but Bai Su took the unusual path and was jumped directly to the ground.
The crooked corridor did not cause any disturbance to Bai Su. It only made people think for a moment that "the underground is quite big."
Does the human special department know that the ground is dug like this? I probably didn’t know that before today.
Following the direction of the smell, Bai Su soon caught up with his target. The half-covered door was gently pushed and opened inward.
In the room that looks like an operating room inside the door, two identical faces face each other.
One was lying on the operating table in a panic, being tied tightly and unable to move. The other was standing beside the operating table, reaching out and tugging at the straps, as if intending to remove "himself" from the bed.
It only glanced at Bai Su and then turned back to continue its efforts. After tugging twice on the straps, the figure turned its hand and touched the bottom of the operating table, as if it was directly carrying the table. , the posture of moving people and equipment together.
Bai Su probably knew where it was at this time.
As for the doppelgänger swap, if there weren't so many people in the auto repair shop tonight, maybe this step would go smoothly.
Look, take people from the roof. It's so remote here. After this set of procedures, it might take a long time for humans to find out that the sick employee has been replaced.
But it's different now.
The black-haired young man slapped the wall. The vibration failed to attract the attention of the busy figure, but instead made the Tuochuan employee who was hesitating and speechless work harder.
"Help..." The voice for help came out with difficulty from a throat that was as dry as smoke, "Help...save me."
The condition of human beings is visibly poor. The tall young man who came to take him away and the people here didn't even think about treating him properly. They probably only regarded him as a... sample.
Bai Su raised the corners of his lips, curled his fingers and tapped the wall twice more.
The figure still didn't look back, working tirelessly on the work at hand.
"Ignore me... I'll take it as your acquiescence." Bai Su clasped his hands together, "Since you agree, I will start, but before that, I have to solve a small problem."
Troublesome himself's eyes widened. Even though he was weak due to illness and lack of food and clothing over the past few days, the Tuochuan employee still tried his best to stay away from his other self.
He saw - the "himself" who had been dismantling the operating table with his head lowered a second ago flew out in a straight line, and the slightly familiar black-haired young man stood beside the operating table instead of "himself".
When did this happen? It seems like it happened in the blink of an eye...
Before Bai Su lowered his bent knees, he lowered his head first and faced the Tuochuan employee who was trying his best to raise his neck.
He smiled at people, and this was the last scene that humans saw before losing consciousness.
The black-haired young man who stretched out his "hands" to stun someone raised his arms, and then he clasped his palms together facing the figure standing up from the wall.
"I don't want to make a big fuss."
The figure stood still and began to walk towards Baisu.
"How can you say there are humans above your head?"
The figure was about to arrive at the operating table, and he reached out his hand to the person on the operating table regardless.
"So - let's make a quick decision."
The black-haired young man tilted his head and spread his hands to both sides.
It was like an open embrace, but no one rushed into his embrace. The nearest one was a struggling figure three steps away from him.
Finally retracting his empty hands, Bai Su pinched his chin and looked into the face of the figure in front of him.
"What a resemblance." He sighed, "These two faces."
The figure that could not move forward could not move. The shackles rising from the ground completely welded it in place. It was even afraid that it would fall. The surging white catkins piled higher and spread to the waist of the figure, holding it firmly. Hold on.
Before dinner, Bai Su took some time.
This should be the closest he comes to contacting his doppelganger.
There were two identical faces, one on the left and one on the right. There was no difference. They were carved from the same mold. Other than that... Bai Su stretched out his hand.
Picking up a scalpel from the tray beside the operating table, he raised his hand and cut a gash on the figure's exposed neck. Blood mixed with some black liquid flowed down.
Black, the same black as the black silt.
"It hasn't changed completely yet..." Bai Su paused, "That's not right."
He remembered the previous hostess, when she was injured and collected normal blood.
"So it's still bad..." Bai Su let go of his hand, and the scalpel fell to the ground and was quickly swallowed up.
As for other points, Bai Su raised his hand and squeezed the figure's face, which was almost bruised by his pressure. All that came out of his sober mouth were just a few incoherent curses.
A little strange.
Doesn’t it mean that... the humans transformed from the black sludge at this stage can already communicate? Could it be that...it has to be a specific goal?
Bai Su thought for a moment and then decided to give up thinking.
Hurry and start eating, the humans seem to have stopped fighting upstairs.
The intermittent words sounded annoying, and finally he pinched the figure's face and pressed it to the ground. The figure who could not say anything was deeply immersed in the white tide, and was swallowed up like the scalpel before.
The black-haired young man moved his cheeks twice, and pretended to taste delicious food even though there was no food in his mouth. The white wool on the soles of his feet surged and slowly shrank back to his exposed ankles.
"Hiccup." After a while, the black-haired young man burped and commented to himself, "Steak flavor... black pepper steak."
The small and informal operating room returned to normal. Except for a few black marks left on the ground, it was impossible to tell what had happened here.
The scalpel that had been dropped was lying there intact waiting for someone to pick it up and put it away. The only thing missing in the whole room was that "person".
Bai Su, who was in a good mood after finishing the snack, picked up the scalpel and threw it aside. The metal collided with the tray and made a crisp sound that echoed in the dead room.
Furthermore, the sound spread out from the unclosed door, giving the humans who came down to look for the person a way forward.
They didn't dare to act rashly, especially after some exploration and found signs of life of two people in the direction where the sound came from. They waited for a while and heard no unusual movement before anyone made a sound.
"Mr. Bai?" The man in a suit called softly, "Mr. Bai——"
Without shouting that something was wrong, the humans shouted a second time, and what they heard in response was the crisp sound of bells, bangs, bangs, and debris falling to the ground.
The human race hurriedly went around a few corners towards the place where the sound came from, followed the guidance of the sound, and opened a door.
When you enter the door, you are greeted by dazzling lights. There is no smoke-filled scene as you imagined. There is just a black-haired young man holding a tray standing in the room.
At his feet were a collection of hemostatic forceps, scalpels and other surgical instruments, and in front of him was an unconscious person who was tied tightly.
If you put a white coat, a mask, etc. on someone, it will be a confusing scene that can draw out a gun.
(End of chapter)
