Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 242 "He is going to die."

Troubles are called troubles because they are trivial and intractable.

"Hmm, what then?"

"Then..." The sick man coughed twice again, and a cup of hot water was pushed to his hand at the right time. The calm attitude of the man on the other side made the man a little scared, "I don't need to..."

"Let's talk first." The cloaked man glanced at the time, "There is still plenty of time, so you can elaborate."

They reserved the entire morning and needed to go elsewhere in the afternoon.

It didn't take long to start the lecture and cast the spell. The main reason was that he was lucky and the spell succeeded in one go.

The sick man secretly glanced at the opposite side, stretched out his hand and drank the hot water.

The voice of the man with a wet throat became a little smoother, and he stammered about what happened in the company last night.

The white "spider web" that appeared inexplicably and the "slender ghost" standing beside his bed.

The cloaked man listened, but didn't take it to heart.

There are supernatural beings everywhere in this world. It is not surprising that there are a few of them in such a tall building.

The supernatural poses zero threat to people with some means, but it poses no small threat to ordinary people.

Most of the human beings in the world are ordinary people.

The man in the white spider web cloak couldn't tell what it was, maybe it was an ordinary gadget, and the slender ghost... The man in front of him was not within the opponent's hunting range, and the cloaked man was more inclined that the thing had nothing to do with the slender ghost.

"You mean, that white figure has... an eye?"

"Yes, yes." The sick man shuddered, "He is looking at me with that eye."

After listening, the cloaked man looked at the sick man through the cloth with his eyes hidden under the hood, and then he glanced aside.

There was no communication, but the handsome young man understood what his companion wanted to express.

Being targeted by spirits means that the person in front of him has something that spirits care about.

As an employee of a subordinate company, the sick man can help to take a look at it appropriately——

The handsome young man's crow-grey eyes suddenly stopped moving, and the hands that were clasped on the table were also released. He half stood up, and the hand under the cloak suddenly stretched out, grabbing the sick man's arm.

The latter was taken aback, because the handsome young man moved extremely fast, and with a blink of his eyes, his arm fell into the opponent's shackles, and the shackles were powerful.

The handsome young man took a closer look, almost touching his face to the sick man's.

Facing such a face that could be said to be the wrath of man and god, the sick man was in a state of dizziness, his eyes were dazed, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"There's something wrong with him." He quickly loosened his grip, and the handsome young man quickly sat back in his original position, thinking, "His soul will dance with the sickle."

"……speak English."

"He's dying."

It is difficult for the cloaked man to evaluate how his colleague is a mixed race, but in terms of daily relationship, he occasionally encounters the state of the other party's riddle man.

In short, he speaks in a flashy manner, and sometimes he can speak a few translation accents.

The cloaked man glanced left. "Medicine?"

The handsome young man shook his head: "Occultism."

A pure-bred Chinese with an average education level, the cloaked man who has completed compulsory education and started to engage in a great publicity career listened to the English words, and his mind turned for a moment.

Oh, the occult.

The answer from a non-medical point of view is as expected. If the death is really due to pathological reasons, generally speaking, it will not attract supernatural beings.

But to the extent that the handsome young man called it "wrong"... the cloaked man thought for a while, and decided to ask directly to put an end to the state of his companion Riddler.

"Tricky?"

"It's a little bit. It can't be solved just by looking at people. It may have to be solved at the source." The handsome young man said slowly, "I want it."

After all, the handsome young man looked at the man in the cloak with longing gray eyes in his gray eyes, who replied with a series of ellipses.

The long-term partnership allowed him to understand the meaning that the handsome young man wanted to express.

I want to bring back the sick man, and I also want to cause the source of the sick man's state.

Maybe it's for research, the cloaked man isn't really interested in what will happen next.

All the man in the cloak can do now is to wave his hand to let the sick man go out, and ask the man in the suit outside to take him to their car and wait for them to finish their morning work before taking the sick man away.

As for the white cobwebs and slender ghosts mentioned by the sick man, they went back to the building for a walk before they left for the sake of gaining something today.

The sick man didn't know what was waiting for him, he only knew that the two superiors in front of him said they would solve his problems.

Hearing that he would no longer face being stared at by the "slender ghost", the sick man was grateful and followed the man in suit outside the door.

"Okay, next is-"

The man in the cloak clapped his hands and signaled the man in the suit to hurry up and notify the people of the company to bring in the follow-up listeners.

Finish work early and call it quits early, they have other things to do in the afternoon, not to mention that his companion has found a new play——

Lie.

……

Baisu played with the book in his hand.

His illusion is limited to the man in the cloak and the man in the suit, and the others are not within the scope of Baisu's disguise.

He sat loosely, holding the pages of the book and hanging down.

If it hadn't been for the fact that humans were too much of a hindrance around him, he would have put aside his burden and ignored the occasion.

Human beings, this is a human society, and he has a human identity.

The black-haired young man was thinking.

Humans don't taste good, and it's troublesome to explain why so many people died.

So he is just sitting now, waiting for someone to bring him into the small room before doing anything.

Baisu also smiled kindly at the delicate woman, but for some reason, the human beings took a step back suddenly after receiving his smile, and did not even respond to the shout of the man in suit who came later.

After being called out several times, the delicate woman turned pale and called the young man to stand here for her, while she quickly walked out the door.

"Huh..." The delicate woman let out a long breath, and the strange feeling that followed made her frown.

The black-haired youth brought her completely different senses yesterday and today, as if something had been liberated.

The delicate woman originally wanted to take the opportunity to ask if the torn page was done by the other party, but now thinking about it, she can only rot her words in her stomach.

At most, at most, hide it from the people above, assuming that the booklet has not been damaged.

The delicate woman obeyed her heart and stayed away from the conference room. Standing outside the door, she sighed again. She was about to go to the red room to have a look, and she passed a trash can in the corridor on the way.

The delicate woman herself had already passed by, but she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye and fell back again.

The trash can was full of paper, and the fine scraps of waste paper fell on it to cover a thin layer, but the scraps of paper were too shredded, revealing the colored paper that wasn't fully covered underneath.

With a thought in her mind, the delicate woman squatted there and stretched out her hand, regardless of the dirtiness and mess of the trash can.

Sweeping the confetti with the fingertips, after the cover is removed, the colorful promotional paper thrown below is exposed to the light, and you can see the scratches that were torn carelessly when you look at the corners.

However, the delicate woman looked around blankly.

This is a corridor leading to the red room, which is in the opposite direction from the lounge... Even if it is in the same corridor, it is absolutely impossible.

She confirmed that the trash can should have been emptied last night after her colleagues left.

In other words, the garbage here was put in this morning... or after midnight.

Was her guess wrong?

The daze on the delicate woman's face continued.

She thought yesterday that the black-haired young man tore up the book, and he was the only one who had access to the booklet, but after looking at it today, her inference seemed to be overturned.

Because the black-haired young man didn't go anywhere after he was brought up from downstairs, he just stayed in the meeting room.

For the time being, she thought that Baisu was just a delicate woman with fierce eyes, but she didn't think much about it. On the contrary, a few conjectures about last night came to mind.

Delicate female: Dirty... Why do dirty things tear up their company brochures?

Human beings whose brain circuits have turned to another bend gradually deviated from the truth of the matter, and the book tearer who was thought to be a dirty thing sneezed.

Baisu held the tip of his nose.

He has a little understanding of the pattern of sneezing. Generally, in this case, there are humans talking badly about him.

Thinking of this, Baisu choked again.

The book that was picked up at random has been thrown on the ground. It was originally used to clamp the torn paper with the red arc, but now it is useless except for appearance.

After coughing twice more, Baisu noticed that the humans around him were silent.

The curly-haired young man who usually bluffed at the slightest sign of trouble sat there silently, as if in a daze.

An Xiangwen will react to the outside world, but he needs to shout louder, like...

The young man who opened the door yesterday looked at the door twice, then walked over slowly and stopped in front of them.

There were only three people left in the entire meeting room, Baisu, An Xiangwen and the young man.

Of course, the young man called out from the people outside. He patted An Xiangwen on the shoulder, and it took a lot of effort to attract the curly-haired young man's attention.

Then he directly pulled the man up with his hands, and pushed him outside.

Before leaving, he took one last look at the black-haired young man beside him, who sat there with his chin propped up, and didn't react to his dragging him away.

The young man walked a little further, and muttered in a low voice: "I don't know what Elder Sister asked me to pay attention to..."

In his opinion, the black-haired young man was ordinary, not as scary as the surveillance last night.

Thinking of the surveillance last night, the young man couldn't help shivering. It wasn't until he took the people back to the corridor, and the daytime sunlight shone on him through the window, that the young man regained some warmth.

The warm sunshine can be counted as the bane of fear.

The young man quickly sent the person on his hand into the red room. Since he was the second last person, he didn't turn back, but waited by the door.

People walked in in a daze, and then walked out in a trance, the whole process took only 10 minutes.

The same is true for the people in front of them, and the duration basically ranges from five to 15 minutes, depending on how much money you have on your body that can be slaughtered.

Obviously, An Xiangwen belonged to the category with some savings, and was kept for a while longer.

The young man watched the curly-haired youth come out and was handed his mobile phone, and he knew it was time to bring the last person over.

When walking back from the door of the red room, he met a handsome woman who hurriedly approached from another direction.

Seeing the young man, the delicate woman paused and asked, "Why are you here?"

The young man rubbed his head: "I sent someone over... I didn't go back when there was only one left."

"There is one left" was immediately equated with "the black-haired young man may cause trouble in the room alone" in the delicate woman's mind.

Oops, shouldn't it?

Before her eyes, she gave up the smile that the black-haired young man had with her before leaving, and the delicate woman immediately pulled the young man back to run, fearing that something irreversible would happen if she walked too slowly.

"Wait... Miss, we don't have to leave in such a hurry, do we?"

"What do you know, didn't I let you watch it carefully!"

"I don't think he's fine, and he's the only one left..."

The two exchanged a few words and returned to the door of the meeting room.

The door of the meeting room was open and unlocked. After the young man was pushed in first, the delicate woman watched from outside.

She watched the young man who was staggering and almost tripped rubbed the back of his head, then walked forward to the side of the black-haired young man.

The black-haired young man turned his head following the young man's voice, his eyes still so clear.

Then the man stood up and followed them to the door.

When Baisu saw the delicate woman, the corners of his lips twitched again.

He laughed again, reacting differently from others.

The delicate woman saw her pupils open, but Baisu who was standing behind the young man raised his finger and made a silent gesture to her.

"you……"

"Hush—I told you, Miss, I'm still a little interested in your products."

Putting the accent on the word "product", Baisu waved at the human woman and turned to leave.

The target direction was the red room, Baisu didn't feel anything when the door was closed, but when the young man in front pushed the door open a crack, his pupils straightened again.

The hand unconsciously pressed a few times on the arm, pinching the flesh with great force until it was dented, even forming a hole.

However, no blood flowed out, and the sunken area slowly recovered like elastic plasticine.

The last time I felt that time passed so slowly was when I was listening to nonsense in the basement of the haunted villa.

The young man stepped aside after opening the door, only Baisu needed to enter the red room.

Different from other humans, Baisu stopped at the door for a few seconds, with a flash of disgust, and finally walked in.

All the sights are dark red. I don't know if it is to create a mysterious atmosphere. The lights in the room are not turned on, but a candlestick is lit.

Three candles were burning there faintly, and judging from the dripping wax oil, they had been burning for a while.

Baisu stood by the door and met the handsome young man and the cloaked man in the room.

Then he smiled again.

There was light shining in Qingming's black eyes, completely different from the imagined Hunhe.

Baisu took a step inward, with his hands behind his back, the slender white thread hooked the doorknob and pulled it forward.

Click, click.

The door was closed and the door was locked.

(End of this chapter)