Jima's worries are not unfounded. The person whose body was cut into pieces is not the only one who "disappeared" in this residential area.
At least one of them disappeared right in front of Duan Yu's eyes. Meng Fei had already heard Duan Yu tell the horror story he encountered on the mirror corridor leading to the health area.
He had carefully observed that there was indeed a new vacant bed starting on the 16th. The staff cleared away all personal belongings in this location.
It means there is one less person.
February 17, half past five in the morning.
Meng Fei woke up on time at this time. He unexpectedly discovered that on the third night of living in the "residential area", he had restored his biological clock, which had been completely disrupted by survival in the wild.
Just like my habit at Moon Hall, the first thing I do when I wake up is get up and take a bath. It's a pity that the bathroom is not accessible through a door.
There was no sunrise yet, and only the dim corridor lights illuminated the corridor, which looked like a criss-crossing deep alley.
He must follow the route indicated by the green lights on the ground. These routes are not necessarily consistent. Although the distance is about the same, it changes randomly.
What's even more strange is that sometimes the indicator arrow will turn red, which is contrary to the "Management Rules" that says the indicator arrow must be green.
But as long as he stops still, the red indicator arrow will disappear. The green arrow reappears, often in a different direction.
The sanitary area includes toilets and bathrooms. The corridor leading to the bathroom was the most special one that frightened Duan Yu. It was a corridor filled with mirrors up, down, left and right.
He had paid special attention to these mirrors when he came here during the day.
He had speculated whether these would be one-way transparent mirrors used for surveillance. But that's not the case. That's just an ordinary mirror, nothing special.
Besides, the mirror corridor is already openly covered with cameras, so why hide behind the mirrors and peek?
It wasn't until he passed the curtain in the corridor that the camera disappeared. From here on it's the privacy zone.
The left is to the bathroom, and the right is to the toilet. The restrooms are correctly divided into three categories: "Male", "Female", and "Others".
Unlike Qingmang, both Xizhou and Taotie believe that human genders are more than just "male" and "female". Among them, Taotie is the most strict about this, officially recognizing that there are ninety-six genders in human beings.
In their world, each gender is respected equally. It's just that it was too difficult to build ninety-six restrooms, so they were unified into one "other".
After entering the men's restroom, there is a row of stalls. This kind of compartment is nothing special except that it is wider than Qingmang's compartment.
There are knobs on the door. If it looks red from the outside, it means there is someone inside and the door will not open. If it is green, it means there is no one and the door will open immediately.
To Meng Fei's surprise, he looked at three cubicles in a row, and they were all red. So early in the morning, so many people came out to squat?
Fortunately, the fourth one is finally green. He pushed the door open directly, sat on the toilet and released himself to his heart's content.
He had thought the red cubicles were closed for some reason rather than actually being occupied. But now he no longer thinks so. Because there was a slight noise next door.
There was actually someone who came out with the tuba earlier than him.
After releasing it, he habitually reached into the paper roll barrel next to him and planned to pull out a piece of toilet paper. But he didn't touch the soft tissue, but something cold.
"What the hell?"
With a slight pull, he pulled out a long, sharp piece of iron about twenty centimeters long.
What's terrible is that the iron piece was stained with sticky red blood, dripping down his fingers and onto his sleeve. At the same time, the smell of blood penetrated his nostrils.
"I wipe..."
He let go of his hand, and the bloody iron piece fell to the ground with a clang.
There is a pit, a huge pit!
With a strong sense of ominousness, Meng Fei forced himself to calm down, and electrical pulses quickly flashed through the countless interconnected networks of brain cells in an orderly manner.
He first pulled a roll of paper and pulled out a piece of paper towel. Fortunately, the blood iron tablet was only inserted at the entrance and did not come into direct contact with the tissue inside, so it was not contaminated by blood.
Clean yourself up, wipe off the blood on your hands, and then quickly wipe off the fingerprints you just left on the steel plate. The bloody tissues were thrown into the toilet to be flushed.
Sure enough, the sound of boots was heard outside. Listening to the sound, at least ten security personnel were rushing in.
In fact, it doesn't make much sense for him to clean up. The fingerprints on the steel plate and the blood on his hands could be cleaned off, but how to remove the blood on his sleeves?
Anyway, reduce the evidence, a little less is a little!
If you quickly tear off the bloody sleeve and stuff it into the toilet and flush it, you might be able to eliminate the "evidence". Unfortunately, it is too difficult to tear off a piece of cloth at this moment.
What if you took off your clothes and threw them in the trash, then went to the bathroom to take a shower and put on new ones? In this way, the old clothes will be found sooner or later and become evidence, not to mention that there will be no time.
"Open the door! Open the door!"
A warning sound came from the speaker mounted on the security helmet. Before Meng Fei could get up, the compartment door was kicked open with a "boom".
A dark submachine gun with a silencer was pointed at him. The camera on the head of the security guard in full-body protective clothing was clearly pointed at the bloody steel piece on the ground.
"Put your hands on your head and walk out slowly."
"Can you at least let me pull up my pants first?"
Meng Fei sat on the toilet and complained dissatisfiedly.
He was arrested.
Fifteen minutes later, in a small dark room, sitting opposite Meng Fei was a guy who was covered with the same protection as the security guards and whose appearance was not visible at all.
It's just that this person's protective clothing is yellow, with the word "management" written on it in red.
Neither the "Code" nor the "Management Rules" mention that there are special "managers" among the staff. But they do exist.
The manager threw over a document called "Agreement to Accept Psychiatric Treatment" and asked Meng Fei to sign it.
Meng Fei read the document again.
The core content is that he, Meng Fei, realized that he suffered from severe mental illness, which had caused the death of others and also posed a serious threat to the personal safety of others.
So he signed up to receive treatment from a licensed psychiatrist provided by Palace of Everything for three months.
"Why should I sign?"
Meng Fei expressed doubts.
"Legally, you have no law enforcement power, so you have no right to detain me. According to the "Code" I signed before, I can withdraw and leave at any time.
"As for the clause in the Code that states people will be detained if they violate the Code, it is obviously illegal and therefore invalid."
For these guys who must sign an agreement for everything, Meng Fei decided to try to use magic to deal with magic to see if it worked.
"hehe."
The man chuckled slightly through the microphone in his helmet, but he immediately changed his tone to a more serious tone.
"You don't seem to understand the situation? You just killed someone! I know you may not realize it, but you did kill someone!
"If you sign, it's very simple. We guarantee that you will have food and drink, live well until the war is over, and then leave on your own.
"If you don't sign, we have no right to detain you. But during war, you can't guarantee where you will die.
"Is there any law out there now?"
