Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 225 Suppression
Humans stare nervously at screens.

The escaped spirit did not interfere with the monitoring until the screen was completely black, and now there are a few snowflakes on the monitor, which can still be seen, but it is a little blurry.

The figure with high hopes walked slowly through the corridor, passing one monitoring device after another.

He even stopped to look at the door opposite the glass window, not knowing what he was looking at.

Someone paid attention to the house number of the cubicle where the black-haired young man was staying, but he didn't see any tricks.

"Is it more curious to come to the underground for the first time?"

"As long as you are not bewitched, it will be fine..."

"Do you want to answer the radio to tell him to walk faster?"

The observers murmured, but the clerk remained motionless in the end.

They seldom do unnecessary things outside the broadcasting location on weekdays. After all, there are many uncles in the martial arts faction who are difficult to serve, and they may cause trouble if they talk too much.

The figure under the camera stopped, stopped in front of the door, and made no unnecessary movements.

Anyway, under the fear of human beings, Baisu gradually approached the escaped ghost.

Perhaps it was because there were no human beings chasing after him, and the fleeing spirit curled up in a corner, huddled itself into a ball, and made a strange rustling sound.

At least that's what Baisu saw when he approached.

Hearing the sound of someone's footsteps slowly approaching, the curled up black ghost turned back.

It's hard to say what the other party is, but the left and right are not very good-looking.

It's hard to say what the monster is, but from the perspective of human aesthetics, this noodle-shaped thing looks ugly.

The noodle-shaped ghost squirmed for a while, and then nothing happened.

Escape supernatural:?

The noodle-shaped ghost moved again, it should be the part of the face trying to change, but nothing happened.

At this time, the warning from human beings came, probably because they saw Baisu and the escaped spirit encountering each other, so I would like to let you know.

Although it has already been said in the lobby, the human beings still repeated it in the headset: "Mr. Bai, please be careful, this ghost can change into someone close to you to deceive you!"

Human beings are staring at the screen intently, always ready to broadcast the Great Compassion Mantra in the communication if something goes wrong, more help than nothing... Eh?

In the picture with snowflakes flashing on the screen, the ghost that deceived many members and pulled them into the hallucination squirmed several times, and finally nothing changed.

The man behind the screen: ?

Noodle-shaped supernatural: ...

Only Baisu, who was surrounded by humans, had such an expression as expected.

How could he have someone close to him?Why not learn from the first one... called Bloody Mary?See what he is afraid of is more real.

Baisu and the escaped Lingyi who couldn't change their appearance exchanged glances, and the former smiled kindly at the latter.

--run.

There was only one thought in Lingyi's mind.

Different from the ease when he was being chased by humans before, the speed of the ghost's escape has tripled now, and the noodle-shaped body is like an arrow off the string, it tenses up instantly and bounces out, leaving Baili behind.

The black-haired young man who hadn't done anything yet patted the hem of his clothes, and then followed slowly.

Baisu was not in a hurry.

It's better for this ghost to run down a little bit, so he can go downstairs to have a look.

However, Baisu's beautiful thoughts soon came to nothing.

This escaping supernatural was comparable to a C-level, and he didn't dare to go down too much, so he ran to about the seventh floor underground.

Lingyi wandered in front, and the noodle-shaped body slid across the ground, leaving wet and slippery marks, which would stick if stepped on accidentally, and would fall if accidentally stepped on.

Soon, Lingyi arrived at the stairwell going down at the end of the corridor, and slipped down from the handrail two or three times, creating a gap.

"Hurry up slowly" Baisu, who was catching up, stood on the platform from the sixth floor to the seventh floor. After a little thought, he chose the simplest and rude way to go downstairs.

He jumped down.

He climbed over the railing and jumped through the man-wide gap between the platforms.

The whole movement is smooth and naturally, the human beings who watched the surveillance froze for a while.

"This...does he have such a personality?" Seeing that the painting style of chasing on the screen with flashing snowflakes gradually became wrong, "No, this one's physical fitness is so good!"

Watching the black-haired young man fall to the ground, the ground of the platform he was stepping on was slightly sunken due to gravity, which was the weight of a real person.

Looking back, after a few screen flashes, the black-haired young man "finally" reached the ghostly tail.

"Wait! Mr. Bai, don't touch it with your hands—" Touch...?
Just halfway through the reminder, the leader who was speaking into the headset got stuck.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's that he doesn't know how to evaluate it.

The black-haired young man seemed to have heard the leader's words, and replaced his outstretched hands with legs.

The black-haired youth stepped on the noodle-shaped tail that Lingyi pulled behind him.

Then, the noodle-shaped ghost couldn't run anymore.

"Ah... is this ghost like this?" The leader doubted life, and flipped through the page of management instructions for escaped ghosts, "Don't you know how to cut off your tail to survive?"

The leader tried to get close to Escape Spirituality in front of him under hallucinations, but he was quickly run away by the other party, and the residue left in his hand had been packaged up, waiting to be dealt with.

Theoretically, the way to send this escaped ghost back is to smash it into a paste. Generally speaking, after catching it and fixing it, use a special bullet... bullet...?
The leader suddenly raised his head: "Did we give him a gun?"

When the leader turned his head, he found that the surrounding companions were fully equipped, except for one who was missing a headset for communication.

"No...no?" His companion replied, "That one came down empty-handed, with nothing tied around his waist, and was sent away by you, the captain."

"However, Captain." Another companion raised his hand, "It doesn't matter if you give the gun or not."

The leader made a question mark and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I happened to pass by that guy when he was doing related training and saw the scene." Another companion showed an indescribable expression, "None of the bullets in the magazine hit the target."

"It's obviously a very standard posture, but it has a 100% off-target buff."

"Even if you gave him the gun, the captain, the most likely scenario is...he breaks down the nearby door, or blows up the surveillance camera."

Another companion recalled the tragedy of the training ground, and speculated with uncertainty.

Leader: ...

It doesn't matter if the monitoring is blown up, the door of the cubicle must not be destroyed!

Multiple supernatural escapes will really kill people, really.

The leader tried to struggle: "Then what should I do? I'll call the higher-ups and ask..."

His words were interrupted by his companion: "It doesn't seem to be necessary, Captain, take a quick look."

Several people turned their heads from the entanglement of not delivering weapons and looked at the screen.

Because there was no movement of the area, the civilian staff in charge of operating the equipment simply enlarged the screen on that area.

Everyone could see that the black-haired young man who had stepped on the fleeing ghost still stretched out his hand.

He fished forward along the stepped part, and picked up a part of Lingyi's body.

Pulling back again, I don't know why the ghost who couldn't abandon his body was dragged by him for a certain distance.

The humans behind the screen were amazed, and were trying to analyze whether there would be any problems if they directly touched the ghost with their hands rashly.

In the next second, the signal on the screen became poor, and the screen flickered crazily.

The civilian staff took it for granted and began to adjust the signal and activate the spare equipment.

A few seconds later, the splash screen was repaired, and the outlines of several faces could be seen on the screen that could not escape the noodle-shaped ghost wriggling on the body.

In the end, those faces formed the shape of an umbrella and stood in front of him.

The leader looked at this scene, and his expression became serious: "If you encounter this defense, you should use a gun... Sigh, but I don't have a gun—"

The vocals faltered again.

What did the leader see?
The leader saw that the black-haired young man on the screen didn't have any fancy skills, so the other party raised his fist and smashed it down when everyone thought he would be injured.

No injuries were sustained, and the "shield" that Lingyi held up was broken.

……

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

The chasers who arrived later walked carefully through the corridor and came to the right aisle on the seventh floor.

When they arrived, they saw a black-haired young man sitting on a chair.

The escaped spirit disappeared, and after looking around carefully, he could see something soft and soft under the feet of the black-haired young man.

It seems to be the ghost that squirms and changes its face to confuse people.

etc!The leader shuddered, where did the chair come from?

The human neck creaked and turned to where the black-haired youth was sitting. He felt that the chair under the other's butt looked familiar.

The yellow and white wooden chairs appear dull due to the age.

After a few more glances, the chair was faintly stained with blood... The appearance of this chair is really conspicuous.

The leader opened his mouth tremblingly: "Mr. Bai, where did the stool under your butt come from...?"

Baisu, who was thinking about something, was called back to his attention, and he replied casually: "It ran out from the door on the side. I saw that it appeared in a suitable position, so I sat on it. Is there any problem?"

The problem is big!

The leader numbly recited the information of C-12 in his heart—[Disposable Seat], which looked like an ordinary chair, the only troublesome part was the requirement for the number of times and time to sit on it.

A person can only sit once in a lifetime, and needs to sit for more than 1 minute.

If you sit too many times, you will die, and if you sit for less than a minute for the first time, you will die. As long as your buttocks leave the seat, you will die suddenly on the spot.

This supernatural-colored chair also has the ability to flash, and no one will run away while sitting, unless it is placed in an airtight closed space.

The leader took the liberty to ask, "Has Mr. Bai ever gotten up after sitting in the chair?"

Baisu shook his head: "No."

The leader instantly breathed a sigh of relief: "Then trouble Mr. Bai to sit for a while, this chair can only be used once."

It's fine if you haven't gotten up, don't worry about helping someone collect the body.

Thinking of quickly disposing of the escaped ghost before reclaiming the chair, the leader lowered his eyes and looked at the suspicious black shadow.

Under his gaze, the black shadow squirmed a few more times. It didn't know how many times it failed to escape, and it collapsed on the ground with a snap.

Leader: "Could this be...?"

Baisu: "Yes, aren't you going to look for it?"

The leader: "But, but..." How could it become so small!
The eyes of the human were full of confusion. He didn't understand what happened between the time when the screen lost the picture, when they received the headset communication saying it was done, and when they rushed to the scene.

It all ends with a hiccup.

"Hic." The black-haired young man who made the noise covered his mouth, then looked away, and let go of his feet, "I don't know what happened."

Baisu said that he only hammered once, and after the shield condensed by the spirit shattered, he dropped it twice while holding the opponent.

Leader: "Did you fall twice?"

Baisu: "Yes, there are traces over there."

Human beings followed the prestige and saw two deep imprints in the shape of long strips, as if they were beaten out by someone.

As luck would have it, one of them brushed past the door frame of C-12, hammering a gap in the edge of the door frame.

It was just such a crack that made the chair in the cubicle move out, allowing Baisu to sit under his buttocks.

The leader coughed twice, and hurried up to rescue the escaped spirit who was stepped on by Baisu... Ah, he brought it out.

Limp and supernatural, it seemed like he had experienced something painful.

However, the supernatural doesn't have a long mouth, and no one can know its mood and thoughts.

The shrunken Lingyi was finally sent back to its cubicle, and the chair Baisu was sitting on was also taken over.

In a completely dark environment, Baisu watched the human beings sit on the seats little by little, move the chairs back into the room and seal them shut.

After coming out, the clerk asked him and the team member sitting in the chair to sign a booklet.

Flipping through the booklet, I saw several familiar names.

The clerk who handed over the notebook explained: "C-12's chair cannot be used for the second time, so the name will be recorded... Oh, and the employee number is also written down, so as not to duplicate the name."

Baisu found the employee number and wrote it according to what humans said, and glanced at the back of the clerical staff. There are many similar booklets on the table behind the other party, the difference is only the serial number on the cover.

After finishing this task, Baisu looked left and right, and felt that he had nothing to do with himself.

Can I go back?He wanted to go back and spit it out, but he didn't expect that the ghost just now had——

Stretching his waist, Baisu turned around and left, but he was stopped by someone from the side within two steps.

The civil servant who rushed out from an extremely tricky angle held up his hands, and put a stack of... no, a few pieces of paper in his palms.

Familiar operation, familiar blank paper.

Ah, he doesn't want to write?

Baisu immediately stepped aside, wanting to move on.

But the civil servant who rushed out was obviously experienced in many battles, and he didn't know how many combatants tried to escape the report, so he had rich experience.

The human footsteps swayed slightly, and blocked it again.

Compared with being afraid and uneasy when encountering ghosts and fleeing, the civil servants who are now arresting people are not hypocritical, and they don't even consider the difference in combat effectiveness between themselves and the opponent.

"This unknown colleague." Yes, the civil servants haven't asked Baisu's name yet, "Please be sure to complete the report!"

Baisu: ...Sure enough, let's get rid of the human beings.

(End of this chapter)