Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 223 Underground Containment
Today is the day to be discharged from the hospital.

A burly man, Lao Hei, was sitting on the hospital bed, surrounded by his wife who helped him pack and change things.

Lao Hei's wife was very puzzled by the fact that her husband sent herself to the hospital after working for a while.

She asked, "Did you come to collect debts again and get beaten?"

Old Hei rubbed his head: "It's said that I haven't done this job for a long time...Didn't I tell you that I did a live broadcast with others, but I didn't expect the quality of the live broadcast house to be poor and collapsed."

While speaking, the man was still a little guilty. He was indeed still doing debt collection. He still threatened people when he disagreed with him, but his life was better than before.

For example, he threatened... Wait, who did he threaten?

There was a loss of memory, and Lao Hei only had the impression that he was sitting on a paint bucket in front of people and waiting.

As for where he went, who he saw behind... The appearance of black hair and black eyes is too common.

Rubbing his forehead helplessly, the man felt a headache, so he gave up the idea of ​​further investigation.

His wife complained from the side: "That's too bad luck. The house you picked is a dangerous project... But compared to your brothers, you are lucky."

Lao Hei's wife squinted her eyes and scanned her husband from head to toe.

Coming out of a house that had collapsed and turned into ruins, except for a knock on the head, other parts were intact.

"Ha..." Old Hei didn't know what to reply, so he smiled awkwardly and responded, "Yes."

In fact, what neither of them knew was that even the wound on Lao Hei's head was made afterward.

Just by fainting on the bench, there is not even a scar left, at most it is red and swollen.

When they talked about the dead, the mood of the couple became a little lower.

Lao Hei's wife knew that the people who died in the "landslide" were his husband's friends. Although they were not good people, they had some affection.

When a person was alive, she didn't like her husband to associate with others, but if he was dead... the dead would be the most important.

After a while of silence, the woman who was arranging things remembered something and said, "I ran into that woman when I was going upstairs."

"...Oh, you said her." Lao Hei replied, "She was also lucky, and was rescued with me."

"I'm not talking about that." The woman put her hands away, "It feels like her complexion is still a little pale, is it really all right?"

Lao Hei's wife described what she had seen on the stairs. The pale-faced woman was walking slowly holding a shelf for hanging water. When she saw her, she pursed her lips and nodded, her bright eyes looked listless.

Old Hei replied uncertainly: "It should be fine..." He had the impression that the female companion should be luckier than him.

He hit his head somehow, and the female companion was just frightened.

As everyone knows, sometimes mental damage is more difficult to repair.

Lao Hei thought for a while and said, "Why don't you go and see it when you leave?" We have worked together, so we have a bit of the same thing.

His wife nodded yes, and 10 minutes later they packed up and knocked on the woman's door.

No one answered the first knock, the couple looked at each other, and knocked twice more.

There were rustling sounds from inside the door, and a figure could be seen moving inside through the small glass window.

After a while, I heard a female voice coming from inside, letting them in.

There is one thing to say, the treatment of the victims of their "tofu dregs project" is quite good, there is a separate ward, and the hospitalization fee is not high.

Thinking about it, I feel that the problem is very big, but why not take advantage of it.

The woman sitting in the ward had put the water rack back to the side of the bed, and when she saw them coming in, she smiled with a better complexion.

Old Hei: "...Are you really alright?"

Female companion: "It's okay... I haven't slept well in the past two days, and I have been having nightmares."

Old Hei: Is it so scary?
The burly man looked back at the time when the haunted house collapsed. He and his female companion were both outside the house. The two of them ran fast and were not buried under the ruins.

Lao Hei also pushed his female companion, and he was only half a step behind, causing himself to be hit on the head.

Speaking of which... what about Baisu?

Lao Hei's mind went blank for a moment.

He remembered... Baisu was the one who operated the live broadcast equipment, so he should be in the house.

Then why didn't he go to the hospital, even alive and kicking than them?

After thinking for a while, Lao Hei remembered from the conversation between the policeman and himself that Baisu was in a triangular area at that time and was quickly rescued.

No injuries, no shock.

How bold... The burly man sighed in his heart, chatted with his female companion for a while, and then prepared to leave with his wife.

"By the way." When the visitor was about to walk out of the ward, the woman sitting on the hospital bed spoke weakly, "I plan to take a rest after discharge."

"Huh?" Old Hei responded, "The platform seems to have greeted the trade union, and I will come back after I have a rest..."

"No." The woman interrupted the burly man, "I don't want to be an anchor anymore."

Seeing that Lao Hei was stunned and had the intention to keep him, the woman added: "I've made up my mind to resign, and the liquidated damages will also be paid."

The woman said, showing a look that an old black could not understand.

"I've thought about it," she repeated to herself.

……

"Hey, did you hear that?"

In the corridor, two men puffed and smoked during their breaks, and each smoked a cigarette. The area was filled with smoke, and no one wanted to approach it.

"what's up?"

One of them lowered his voice and said, "That's the one, the smuggling case that the sub-bureau has been watching for a long time."

The other person nodded, and approached suspiciously with a cigarette between his fingers, "And then?" He had heard a little bit that an unhandleable supernatural object was found in a cultural relic smuggling case investigated by an ordinary policeman.

It seems to be the kind of thing that can confuse people's hearts. Generally speaking, they have to send a few people to the hospital for recuperation before they can suppress or dispose of the psychic thing.

"And then..." one of them took a puff of cigarette, "After that thing was sent to the sub-bureau, it was easily dealt with."

"?"

"I heard from Lao Zhang about this matter. Hasn't he been in charge of this matter? It took a long time to get close in the early stage, and it was tricky when I really got the thing.

As long as there is an outsider who can rush up there, and wear special gloves to touch it, after finally transporting it back to the sub-office, we deliberately emptied the person and prepared to take it underground to deal with it, and then—"

"After that?" The other person glanced at his colleague speechlessly, and punched him back at his appetizing operation, "Hurry up."

Zhuangruo took a half step back in pain, but the man continued: "I met that amazing newcomer later, I heard that he was not affected at all, just like 'bang-boom-kuang', I was KO'd! "

Confused by the "thump bang bang" description of the companion fan, but another person also knows that his friend's expressive ability is just like that.

After asking a few questions with his own understanding, he probably understood what happened at that time.

"It's not much different from what you expressed... Isn't it too simple and rude?"

"That's right, and I also went to him for the incident two days ago." The man raised his chin and pointed to a direction in the building, "It's about the troublesome people in the group upstairs."

The source of transmission is unknown, and the infection is extremely strong. Flowers bloomed inexplicably on the bodies of living people, and then their vitality was drained little by little.

The buds and branches are so beautiful that they can fascinate people just by looking at them. As long as you are bewitched the moment you see the blooming corpse, you will be the next to die.

The incident has lasted for ten days and half a month, and many colleagues with good willpower failed to persevere.

It's not like ordinary people directly risk their lives, but injuries are inevitable.

"I remember that the newcomer seems to have not officially started working yet?"

"Hey, who wouldn't have a relationship." The man pouted, "Anyway, the team in charge borrowed the person, and the newcomer burned all the corpses that were the source of infection without blinking an eye."

It was said that the fire was so strong that half the sky was set on fire, which shows how many corpses were used as fuel.

"No one dares to approach the burning place. After the fire is completely extinguished, the newcomer will say that there is nothing left, and only those who deal with the aftermath will go in."

The other person listened for a long time and felt that the newcomer's ability was very good, but he hadn't heard everyone talk about it.

"Of course it's because - he has other problems." The man's voice was lower, so low that his companion had to listen to him to hear it clearly, "It seems to be mental."

If you have been engaged in their business for a long time, you will be more or less mentally ill, and the description of being sober in the world is not suitable for them...

"No, no, no, it's not as simple as you think." The man shook his hand, and moved his mouth with a cigarette twice, "The situation is quite serious, and he has—"

The man's voice sounded like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, with a sudden rise in the end, and then he was choked by the smell of smoke and coughed several times.

"——There is a party, let's go together after get off work." The two male brothers patted the other person's shoulder in a friendly manner.

Before the other person could respond why the topic had changed, the man pressed his five fingers on his companion's shoulders tightly twice, as if to remind him of something.

The other nodded clearly, and pretended to talk about what he wanted to drink tonight.

After a few words, a black-haired young man passed by them, walked through the corridor, and turned down the stairs.

The smoking man heaved a sigh of relief after they left completely.

"The one who just passed is the newcomer mentioned earlier."

"Ah? I think he's quite normal." Another person recalled the profile of the black-haired young man he saw, "There's no hysteria, no gloom."

"...That's why I've said it all. It's because he has that supernatural thing in his mind, which makes him more indifferent and a bit antisocial." The man pointed to the position of his head, "Don't tell me, it's still me. A friend from the medical department told me that he came for an examination today."

The other person glanced at the way the black-haired young man came. That road could indeed lead to the medical department.

The two chatted about other gossip, and went back to work after the break.

A few hours later, the man who took the initiative to chat left the office. He went to an elevator that was not open to most people, swiped his card and went down to the second basement floor.

The structure above and below the ground of this building is completely different.

The ground is an ordinary office building, and some floors have been remodeled due to special needs, but generally speaking, it is still in a boxy shape.

But underground is different.

When the elevator goes down, the first thing you come to is a hall-like platform, surrounded by transparent glass, and you can see the doors on both sides leading to the long and narrow corridor.

The place where the clerical staff work is near the hall, but it takes courage to come to the underground to do clerical work.

After all, in the underground, the clerical staff can be regarded as consumables. They will basically have food and lodging here, unless the shift is over, but the shift time is quite long, and it may not be possible to live until then.

The talkative male said hello to the familiar clerical staff. After he finished putting on the work equipment, he walked awkwardly to the door of the corridor on the left.

This time, I swiped a new card, and the door worked for a while, and then opened it after confirming something.

The talkative male walked in, and the door slowly closed behind him.

In front of him was a very long corridor, one side was a grid-sized room, and the other side was transparent glass, the outside of the glass was dark, and it was hard to see what was outside.

The talking man works in the afternoon in a certain cubicle in this corridor. All he has to do is walk in, pick up his notebook, and record everything he observes.

This is the fourth time he has observed the same subject.

The chatty man walked into a cubicle, and soon all the lights in the hallway that were lit by his passing went out.

In the darkness, there are only a few emergency lights emitting faint fluorescent green light.

The monitor in the corridor suddenly flickered a few times at a certain moment, and the clerical staff who had been watching the monitor poked their heads over and carefully compared the shadows passing by on the screen.

After quickly determining what was running into the corridor, the civilian staff breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's D-4's [You Ying], it will go back by itself later."

The rest of the people also looked away one after another, and withdrew their hands that almost pressed the alarm.

What they didn't notice was that there was something moving along with it under the shadow.

The white line was attached to the shadow, and walked through one compartment after another, as if sensing and recording something.

Suddenly walking to a certain place, the shadow stopped.

Under the nervous eyes of the civilian staff behind the surveillance, the shadow approached the nearest door, stopped for a few seconds, and then swam away again.

It seems that nothing happened, and it seems that something has changed.

"Which door is that?"

"It's E-rank...it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

To be on the safe side, the civil servants turned on the camera of the E-1 and looked at it for a while, and found that the old man sitting inside was not unusual. When the marked time came, another "self" appeared on the chair opposite the old man as usual.

"No problem, everything is fine."

The old man in the room raised his head, and he looked at another "self" that was slightly different today.

The other old man's face twitched a few times, and then his cloudy eyeballs rolled back slightly, turning the blue pupils to the back, revealing the dark half.

　The setting of the underground refers to the Lobotomy Company, and a bit of resentment towards the clerical staff when playing games. I can't wait to use execution bullets to solve the clerical staff on each floor (?)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)