Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 238
Where can I undress?In addition to the dressing room, of course the bathroom is more convenient.

Their company, which is so small that it only rents a floor for decoration, is not rich enough to have a dressing room. Of course, the more reason is that it is not needed, so it is better to set up other useful things, such as warehouses.

The delicate woman went to the bathroom, and the empty bathroom of the company in the middle of the night sounded like a place where weird things would happen, especially with the lights that had a problem with contact.

There are only two headlights in the bathroom, one is broken and has not been repaired in time, and the other has poor contact, and it will flicker from time to time when it is turned on. With the compartment door being blown by the wind, the atmosphere of the underworld is simply full.

It's a pity that this is not what the delicate woman is afraid of. She is more afraid of insects and other creatures, and has no sense of ghosts and gods.

The delicate woman glanced at the still shaking compartment door indifferently, and put her clothes on the sink.

The coat she put in her bag is more comfortable to wear than the white shirt she wears at work.

Unbuttoning the shirt and taking off the shirt, the delicate woman tried to apply the plaster to the back of the shoulder and neck with the help of the mirror in front of the sink and the occasional flickering light.

Speaking of which, are her shoulders not sore?

Not sure if it was her own illusion, the delicate woman moved her shoulders after putting the plaster on, and the shoulder straps that she wore were pulled into the skin, leaving a faint red mark.

"It doesn't seem so sour anymore..." the delicate woman said to herself, stretched out her hand to the side, and was about to pick up the coat and put it on for herself.

Her fingertips just touched the edge of the fabric, and some color floated past in the corner of her vision.

She turned her head subconsciously, and she saw a cluster of crumbling "spider webs" at the angle between the sink, the wall and the mirror.

A white, slender, spongy little piece was knotted there, and there was only one more slender-legged spider crawling on it.

No, it doesn't have to be the one with slender legs, it could also be a light brown, fluffy one... Ahhh, I can't think about it!
The delicate woman who is afraid of insects trembled her eyelashes, quickly grabbed the jacket and put it on herself, zipped it, grabbed the shirt she took off, and ran out, twice as fast as when she walked in slowly.

The bathroom door slammed into the door panel behind her, bumped and bounced several times, and the creaking sound echoed there.

The delicate woman's mind was full of the spider's appearance that she had made up in her own brain. After stopping in the corridor, she quickly raised her gaze and shook the crumpled shirt.

Afterwards, she took out her mobile phone and found that there were several messages on it, all of which were the juniors in her company bluffing and saying that they saw something strange and asked her to save it.

So the delicate woman had to change her way and turned to the red room.

"It turns out that elder sister, you are afraid of insects."

"?"

"Ahem, so senior, you are afraid of insects."

"Necessary retelling... Forget it, if you're afraid, I'll just sit here with you." Facing the doubtful gaze of the young man above, the delicate woman waved her hand, "Anyway, the office area is the same as here, only you need to pay attention." night shift."

She was just a little worried, so she took the initiative to stay and work overtime.

The young man nodded, and reluctantly handed over the blanket he was wearing under the gesture of the delicate woman stretching out her hand to beg for it.

He watched the delicate woman fold the blanket and put it back in the cabinet, and put her coat back on her shoulders.

"But... don't you care about what you see in the surveillance?"

The delicate woman closed the cabinet and paused when she moved the stool: "Don't listen, don't listen, don't ask, just pretend you didn't find out."

"Do you think that if you are the protagonist of a movie or game, you can solve the strange things you see?" The delicate woman said realistically, "The most urgent thing is to meet the superiors who will inspect tomorrow."

"You can observe it again. If you really care about the things in the surveillance...the people above are in a good mood, you can ask them."

Calling the police or asking for help from outsiders was not considered by delicate women from the very beginning. The company they work in has such a special background that it is impossible to invite uncontrollable people in.

Seeing that the handsome woman really doesn't care about the white shadow seen by the surveillance, the young man just shut up and sat alone behind the computer.

Tomorrow, ask the people from above... The young man thought.

After sitting down, the delicate woman began to sort out the booklets distributed during the day. She sorted out and packed up a special one, which she specially went to the warehouse to get.

Since it has been flipped through and is no longer brand new, the delicate woman picked it up carefully and brushed off the non-existent ashes on it.

After clapping twice, the delicate female hand paused.

Seems like something is not right.

Following her own thoughts, the delicate woman opened the booklet. She flipped through the pages from front to back, until she turned halfway to the back, and saw uneven cracks between the two papers—a page was torn down.

"Who is it?" The delicate woman exclaimed suddenly, attracting the young man's attention.

"What's wrong?" The young man looked away from the computer, "That booklet looks a bit..."

The young man stopped talking halfway, he followed the delicate woman's outstretched hands and saw the tear marks.

The young man didn't quite understand how important this booklet was, but seeing the delicate woman's face, he silently closed his mouth.

The delicate woman's hand exerted strength for a moment, but she soon discovered that she could only slightly crumple a corner of the paper, but if she wanted to tear it off, she couldn't do it at all.

It doesn't work even if you use force, the heavy paper seems to be welded to death.

So, who tore out the paper inside?

When she took it out of the cardboard box in the afternoon, it was still intact, and the only person who had access to this booklet was——

……

Thank eyeballs for not sneezing.

The white fluff, which is considered to be a spider's web, kneaded itself into a ball and merged with the eyeballs that jumped in from the outside. After that, its size was slightly larger, probably about the size of an adult's palm.

The eyeballs did not leave the bathroom in a hurry, but fell to the ground and stopped at the door of the innermost compartment.

It was different from the environment when human women were still in the bathroom. At this moment, the doors of the compartments were all closed, as if they were deliberately pulled from the inside, but they were not locked and could be opened with a single push.

Except the last one.

The eyeballs suddenly elongated his body, relying on the fact that the bathroom does not know how to install surveillance, he grew up unscrupulously, and lay on top of the cubicle.

In fact, it is also possible from below, but Baisu thinks the angle is too unsightly.

He lay on the top of the cubicle, and from top to bottom, he saw a light-colored male sitting on the toilet in the door of the innermost cubicle. He was translucent, holding a newspaper in both hands, and looking forward dully .

Men are not reading newspapers, just in a daze.

Baisu thought of something, and knocked on the door three times.

The translucent male seemed to be triggered by something, and his lips moved: "I didn't get paid to fish...I didn't..."

It is not so much the soul of the dead, but more like the existence of some kind of obsession.

It is far inferior to the toilet ghosts I have encountered before. If I keep letting it go, I can grow into a not weak existence.

But now that Baisu met him, he naturally mentioned it by chance.

It's not like a human hospital where you can go often... Speaking of which, has the little skeleton in that hospital grown up a bit?

The moment the thoughts diverged, the white catkins also swelled instantly, hanging down from the top of the compartment, and then filled the corners of the entire compartment.

After three seconds of recovery, the compartment was empty again, and the translucent figure had disappeared.

Baisu climbed down just as he climbed up, shrinking into a palm-sized ball again.

Next is... The white shadow standing like a long strip in the bathroom disappeared in an instant, leaving only a thin layer passing by the ceiling, brushing the thin gap between the door panels, and swimming all the way out of the company. .

Then there are the corridors and the elevator entrance. The metal silver elevator frame is covered with a layer of light white, which looks like a layer of gray at first glance.

Soon, all the pale "ash" poured into the elevator shaft.

The unmonitored elevator shaft is a good space to walk through, saving Baisu from running outside the building to climb the wall.

The flakes condensed into a ball again, and were slammed down under the force of gravity until they landed on the stationary car. The muffled sound was extremely harsh in the empty elevator shaft, and even the humans outside looked at the place where the sound came from.

The suspicious burly man walked towards the elevator, he looked up at the displayed floor number, and casually pressed the down button.

The elevator door opened immediately, and there was nothing inside.

The burly man glanced at the ceiling of the elevator, which was flat—oh no, a little sunken.

The human looked down at his watch, it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening.

Who can throw something in an elevator shaft in the middle of the night?

The burly man backed away slowly, watching the elevator door slowly close after no one responded.

Above his head, which he couldn't see, a white shadow slipped out of the gap in the elevator door, and then floated over the human head without making a sound.

When he came to the corridor, Bai Ying stopped for a moment, judged the direction to go, and quickly got into one of the rooms.

There was someone sleeping in the room. If you looked carefully, you could find that it was the sick employee upstairs.

The man didn't even take off his coat, just kicked off his shoes, and lay heavily in the quilt, wrapping himself like a cocoon, leaving no breathable seam.

An eyeball was lying there at the foot of the bed, and then gradually grew out, forming a slender figure with only one eyeball on the face.

The eyeballs rolled around twice, and the figure bent down in a dignified way, observing the sick humans.

Upstairs, Baisu was a little concerned about the state of this human being, but now it seems that it is not what he thought.

At least he doesn't have that disgusting smell on his body, but instead has a... wonderful smell.

The white figure bends and bends again and again, so low that it almost wants to touch the "face" to the human face.

——This human being is dying.

Eyeballs rolled around a few times, and this judgment came to an end.

It's a strange feeling. In fact, Baisu has no clear perception of when the death of human beings will come. At most, he can confirm some "birth, old age, sickness and death".

As the glamorous non-human hotel proprietress said, he has low luck, and he has no impression.

But the human being in front of him is different. His whole body is like a punctured balloon, which is continuously leaking air.

Given time, he would quickly wear down and die.

What happened?

There is no answer written on the human body, not even the slightest clue.

If a person is awake, he might be able to ask something, but the human being is now heavily trapped in a nightmare, and he is in pain, visible to the naked eye.

His brows were furrowed, his face was pale, and his lips were bitten by himself, which was the only blood on his face.

Humans would occasionally loosen their teeth, and their lips trembled as they wanted to say something, but when they opened their mouths, they revealed broken syllables without words.

"Ah... I... oh..."

As if he was experiencing something unbearable, the man began to roll over. He rolled from one end of the bed to the other wrapped in the quilt, kicking his legs continuously, as if in convulsions.

The slender white shadows followed from one side of the bed to the other, and the observation from the monster continued.

What happened?

The eyeballs moved closer to the human face again.

Baisu is not interested in human beings, but his subconscious mind tells him that the reasons for what is happening to human beings will attract him.

The slender white shadow just stood there the whole time, watching with impunity as there was no electronic equipment in the room.

The passing vitality is a trickle, and when it is missing to a certain degree, human beings wake up.

The great pain scratched the heart, and countless noises covered and filled the field of vision under the eyelids. Human beings breathed rapidly like dehydrated fish on the dry river bed, and finally couldn't catch their breath, and forced themselves to wake up.

The black curtain circled and reversed in front of the eyes that had just been opened, and the line of sight gradually focused. What appeared in front of the sick man was not the phantom of the room, but... a white layer of something.

white what?
The sluggish and stuck brain starts to function after waking up, and the ability to think returns to the mind.

The area occupied by the thin white shadow is not very large, and the long and narrow figure reveals the furniture behind it on the left and right sides.

The human's eyes rolled dryly in their sockets, and then he looked up along the long and narrow figure.

Then, the human sees an eyeball.

There is no frame, the white is simply and roughly cut open, the eyeball is surrounded by wriggling threads, and the eyeball hangs straight down.

The entire oval face-like part is only the eyeball, which is staring at humans.

Humans are being watched.

The scene beyond common sense made the human breath involuntarily suffocated, and after a few seconds, the suffocation forced him to open his mouth again.

This is not a dream.

The hand hidden under the bed pinched his thigh, and the human realized something.

Screaming and fleeing happened almost at the same time. Humans regained control of their bodies, ignoring the soreness caused by illness, and crawled back on the ground with hands and feet.

Because he didn't grasp the distance well, he fell to the ground with a bang.

Someone yelling in the middle of the night will immediately attract the attention of outsiders, and in an instant, there are footsteps outside the door.

The slender white figure glanced at the door, then walked towards the window without hesitation.

The closer the footsteps were, the closer the white figure was to the window.

Almost at the same time as the door was opened from the outside, a white figure seeped out from the window that could not be opened.

The sick man who fell to the ground clearly saw the eyeball looking at him for the last time, and then the ball was kneaded and flattened like dough, and squeezed into the non-existent gap little by little.

The sick man felt phantom pain in his eyes, so that when he was lifted from the ground, he hadn't recovered yet.

"What's wrong with you?" The strong man who broke in asked anxiously.

"I..." The sick man opened his mouth and passed out.

　I was playing spiders in the office today and almost dropped the keyboard.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)