Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 220

The topic of parents was temporarily put aside, and the attention returned to the ruins of the haunted house.

After the human policemen finished asking questions, they began their on-the-spot investigation.

This process had nothing to do with Baisu at the beginning, he just needed to stand on the periphery and say something.

"There should be a corpse to the right...front left...the corpse below where you are standing is not very good looking, ah..."

The dark-haired young man's tone was flat, as if he was talking about what to have for breakfast at dawn, rather than describing the bloody tragedy.

The short-cut police officer who was instructing people to remove the broken pieces gave a pause, and asked a bit concerned, "Aren't you afraid?"

Oh yes, it should be fear.

In the live broadcast room, I can still say that I am acting for the sake of others, but it is unreasonable to appear so calm at the moment.

Being asked this question by humans, Baisu realized something and rolled his eyes.

If you patch yourself too much, it doesn't matter if you patch a few more.

And he now has a good target to push the pot.

The black-haired young man stood on the edge of the ruins as if he had been awakened, his head bowed, and a confused color flashed through his eyes.

After a while, he raised his head, his vision still not so clear.

"Maybe..." Baisu's fingers moved all the way up, sliding from the chin to the forehead, and finally stopped at the temple, "Some are affected."

He didn't finish what he said, and being properly puzzled about himself was enough for human beings to fill in the details that he hadn't thought of.

No way, human beings really love brain supplements.

The reality was exactly as Bai Li thought. After hearing what he said, the police officer stopped working and fell into deep thought.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, he looked at Baisu with pitiful and skeptical eyes, then turned around and continued to clean up the ruins.

Baisu sneezed for no reason.

He touched his arm, always feeling that something superfluous happened to him because of his actions just now.

The bodies of the dead did not seem to be the main goal of the human police sweeping the ruins.

The miserable corpses were carried out one by one, put aside and covered with a white cloth. After the corpses that met the number requirements were removed, members of the special department were still there to clean them up.

Baisu stared at it for a while, and understood what they were looking for.

Look for the basement, look for the patterns and "people" carved there.

However, humans are likely to be disappointed, because the basement has already been demolished by him.

It was completely disassembled, but there was still some powder left.

The members of the special department searched for a long time, and after removing all the fragments on the upper floor, they finally found some powder in the sunken underground space.

Yes, powder.

The brightly colored powder glowed in the moonlight, and members of the special department wore special gloves to sieve a few particles out of the dust in their hands.

"This... this is too thoroughly destroyed." The members of the special department murmured.

Judging from what they learned from Baisu, the magic circle should still be intact when he went to the basement.

No matter how damaged it is, it won't look like powder, will it?Could it be that the collapse of the haunted house was because of this...

The human police thought of many reasons in a short time, and finally stayed on the possibility of a cult causing trouble.

"Senior Xia... what should we do now?" The member of the special department asked in a low voice, "I finally found the clue."

Facing the sifted red powder in a bag, Xia Chengyin squeezed the mouth of the bag and shook it.

The dull powder swayed back and forth with the movement, and the human policeman knew that if he opened the seal of the bag, he could still smell a breath of blood.

"Some people stay here, and others go back to the game."

"The clues that should be there can't escape, and the ones that have disappeared can't be found."

"What's more...we still have bait for fishing."

The policeman with an inch head looked up from the three-meter-deep pit, and happened to meet the gaze of the black-haired young man who lowered his head.

Xia Chengyin showed a ruffian smile.

Baisu: ...

Baisu: I always feel that human beings are thinking about strange things.

……

Human beings need rest.

007 is just a joke, after all, no one can really "not go to work if you don't go to work".

At dawn, the people from the special department finally closed the team, and Baisu was also sent back by them.

The people in the special department were going to change a group of overtime workers, and they asked Baisu to rest before going to the bureau.

It's unclear what to do, but looking at the raised eyebrows of a certain leader, I always feel that it is not a good thing.

Originally, Baisu needed to go to the hospital for a tour, but now that he has changed his identity, this step is not in a hurry, as long as he has time in the future, he can go there by himself.

The human policeman even joked, asking Baisu if he needed to get a card, since there are discounts for his own people to live in cooperative hospitals.

Baisu declined politely, and he would not do anything that required his own money.

Xia Chengyin: "By the way, the bureau provides work mobile phones. You can get them when you come today."

The car from the special department took him to the intersection. When he returned to the community, he met many elderly people who got up early to exercise and entered the community with their access control cards.

By the way, his keys had to be reissued again.

When I got home and opened the door, the floor of the house was in a mess, as if it had been ransacked, and some of the furnishings on the table had been swept to the floor, with signs of tearing.

Just—what the husky demolished the house looked like, and what Baisu saw was not much different.

He clenched the doorknob instantly: Is this the daily life of raising a dog?Love love love.

The white dog was nowhere to be seen, and judging from the open window in the kitchen, it had jumped from there.

Turning his hands behind his back and closing the door, Baisu briefly connected to the perspective of the white dog, and then lost himself in thought looking at the ball in front of him and the old man clapping his hands and calling "it" in the distance.

A few seconds later, Baisu disconnected the connection, and only gave Baigou a command to remember to go home and clean up the house.

Ordinary pet dogs can only tear down homes, but white dogs can also learn to clean in addition to tearing down homes.

Baisu walked through a messy place, went to the place where human things were stored, dug out the original human things, and finally took out a notebook and held it in his hand.

When the sun climbed above his head, he took the original human notebook and walked into the human police station.

This time he brought his pass with his ID, and the person at the door quickly let him go and guided him to the target floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, human beings outside hurried in with piles of documents higher than their heads.

"I'm sorry, please step aside—"

The humans ran in a hurry, Baisu stepped aside and almost crashed into the elevator car.

The impact was so fast that the paper documents wobbled and scattered all over the elevator.

"Sorry, sorry." The human squatted down immediately and began to pack up the files.

Baisu stood there and didn't help, just watching the humans pick up things curiously.

This human is a character who likes to talk to himself, and there are other people around him, and he still complains about the heavy workload.

Baisu was just watching at this moment, and when he walked into the special department and was seated at a table because most of the people were busy, with a stack of papers in front of him, his doubts rose to the highest level.

Baisu: "This is...?"

Member of the special department: "For the report to be written, Senior Xia said that the title has been written for me, so you can just write it down."

Baisu asked slowly, "Huh?"

Human beings are so terrifying!
Baisu kept his pupils shaking.

The member of the special department who sent him the paper still had some conscience. Seeing that Baisu hadn't responded for a long time, he thought of his identity as a newcomer.

The members of the special department laboriously took a few pages of bound paper from their seats, and quietly handed it to Baisu.

The human said in a low voice: "This is a report I wrote before, and the format is about as long as it is."

Baisu took it and looked down.

He pinched three fingers, and the paper he got was at least five pages thick, and then he looked at the densely written words on it... The monster's eyes were sharp, and he easily calculated the number of words on a page, and then multiplied by the number of pages... Baisu was even more There was silence.

Member of the special department: "It's enough to show the level of the previous graduation thesis!"

But the problem is, he has never written a paper.

Human memory is the memory of human beings. In fact, they are very unwilling to use their brains. Monsters who have not given themselves brains most of the time do not have the ability to write.

You can ask him to say a few words casually, and to use colloquial expressions to describe what happened, but you can ask him to organize a long and detailed speech to describe the whole incident... It will be faster to kill him.

The black-haired young man crumpled the paper slightly, and sat there as if facing a formidable enemy.

Baisu then flipped through the stack of papers in front of him. There were many titles on it, such as "Haunted House Incident Report", "Basement Scene Description Report", "Detailed Explanation on How to Break the Door (and Space Fixed Version)", "Send Away A detailed explanation of the mental journey of ordinary people"...

Some titles were so confusing that one question mark after another popped out of Baisu's head.

Generally speaking, these are the places where the special departments are puzzled, and there are bad managers who are not human, so there are more reports that need to be submitted.

Baisu didn't know these reasons.

He was thinking about the white paper, and his head was still a step away from hitting the table.

He struggled a bit: "Can I not write?"

Member of the special department: "Eh? No way, it's fine if you are an ordinary person involved in the operation, but you are the person involved?"

Baisu: "I haven't taken the exam yet, so it shouldn't be completely formal..."

Member of the special department: "Hey, haven't you taken the exam yet? But it doesn't matter. You have to make up for passing the exam. Why don't you write it now."

Baisu: I'm tired, let's beat up the humans.

He raised his head abruptly, and his black eyes looked dangerously at the human beside him.

But because there is not much light in his black eyes on weekdays, even if the clouds are overcast now, it doesn't make much difference.

The members of the special department were stared at like this, and their nerves suddenly tensed.

He didn't suspect Baisu, but looked around the office instead, and finally looked away suspiciously.

"Why does it feel like someone is staring at me." The human whispered, "It's a bit cold."

After touching his arm, someone called him, and the members of the special department quickly left the table.

Baisu who was left behind sighed and lowered his head again.

He stared at the white paper for a while, then tentatively wrote yesterday's date on the paper with a pen.

He is like a student who writes a paper for a question, thinking for a long time and only writes a "solution".

How can human beings have such terrible things as writing reports.

There was some pain in his heart, but Baisu's expression didn't change much, he just sat there with bitterness and hatred.

At least this is what Zhang Yeran saw when he passed by the office. A black-haired young man who had no place in the office sat in an unoccupied seat, with his head hanging down in a daze.

The member of the special department surnamed Zhang was passing by, but after seeing Baisu, he remembered something.

The man resolutely turned back and entered the office, walked to his desk, took out something and put it in front of Baisu.

Zhang Yeran: "Mr. Bai hasn't seen you for a few days, this report will trouble you!"

Baisu: "?"

A new sheet appeared on the stack of papers, with the title "Explanation of the Bronze Hilt Illusion".

The man left the paper and left, as if something was chasing him behind.

Baisu, who was dropped from the writing task for the second time, stood up, gathered the paper on the table, and found the shredder in the human office.

Glancing twice at the unfamiliar machine, Baisu stuffed the paper into it.

Just as he was about to press the shatter button, a hand stretched out from the side stopped him.

"I said..." The female voice was a little helpless, "I know that writing reports is also tiresome, but it shouldn't be broken, right?"

"Miss Chen." Bai Li nodded to the person who rushed over, as a greeting.

"Just call me Chen Zi." The short-haired woman rescued the pile of blank paper with no words written on it from the entrance of the shredder, and waved it in her hand: "Just write whatever you want. If you can't write well, someone will Help make it up."

Chen Zi's words revealed that he was not a character who was serious about writing reports.

The short-haired woman took a copy of what she had written and showed it to Baisu. There were only a few lines of writing on an A4 paper, full of personal touches.

Flip back again, and a page that has been supplemented and expanded by people appears at the back.

If Baisu read it correctly, the name of the person who signed the second paper was Tang Nuo.

Chen Zi only showed Baisu for a second before covering the first page, and then coughed twice: "A capable person always has some privileges, and mediocre people need to put in twice as much effort."

This is more true, but...

Baisu: "Is that why you all asked Tang Nuozuo to write the report?"

Chen Zi: "Ah...not many people, only me and Xia Chengyin comparing...cough cough cough."

Not knowing what she saw, the short-haired woman coughed violently. After coughing, she immediately changed her expression and smiled.

"Isn't this Tang Nuo? Have you finished working overtime?" Chen Zi raised his left hand to say hello, and hid the paper behind his right hand, "You have dark circles under your eyes, go back and rest."

The footsteps of the man wearing glasses who entered from the office door seemed to be floating, and he glanced at the two beside the shredder without saying a word.

One is the culprit for Tang Nuo's all-night overtime today, and the other is a bad colleague who needs him to expand reports all year round.

Tang Nuo came in nonchalantly, packed his things, and went out nonchalantly, without saying a word the whole time.

When they left, Chen Zi patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief.

She turned her head to look at Baisu: "Anyway, that's all there is to it, don't waste the paper, just write as much as you can, and leave the rest to the higher-ups."

In fact, Baisu, who couldn't hold back a few words: ...

The black-haired young man put up the paper reluctantly, folded the paper in half and held it in his hand.

"Miss Chen...Chen Zi, what do you want from me?" Baisu asked, putting aside the annoying paper report.

"Indeed." The short-haired woman knocked on her hands and led the people out, "The captain wants to see you... wait a minute."

Chen Zi stopped in front of his desk, and closed some pages on the unclosed monitor.

Before the page disappeared completely, Baisu caught a glimpse of a few large characters on the title.

...What is the weight?
(End of this chapter)