Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 250 Superb Memory
After being looked at by humans with weird eyes for a long time, even if Baisu is not a non-human, he can find it.

So he lazily raised his face at an angle of more than ten degrees, watching with satisfaction that the human woman with the ponytail looked away and continued to do her work.

Then the clean plates around him were taken away, and when the meeting room was almost full, the meeting was about to start.

Baisu didn't know many faces, only one, two, three or four, and the rest were all unfamiliar faces, whose names he didn't remember, and who had seen them in the Tuochuan company building.

The person who presided over the meeting, Baisu, knew each other. Although he hadn't seen each other for a while, he was the nominal leader of the part-time job anyway.

A middle-aged man surnamed Gu Mingcheng stood on it with a serious face. He quickly sorted out what happened today, and focused on the red circle on the word Tuochuan on the whiteboard.

"We have made great progress today. We have found evidence that the forces behind Tuo Chuan are a cult."

Whether it is said that their special department's own power is limited or poor, or that the cult behind Tuochuan appears and disappears without a trace, they have only caught clues before, but there is no definite evidence.

At most, it is to shut down the other party's subsidiaries through pyramid schemes. However, the capital behind this kind of force is intertwined, and the tail-end survival is a good player.

But now it's different.

The photocopied copy was placed in the hands of the people present, and as long as the document was turned back two pages, the raving words and the arc that had been deliberately hidden in half could be seen.

After hiding half of it, the impact of the words and the arc is much smaller, this is the lesson of Qi Zhuyuexue.

God knows how much she was stunned when she was looking for the number of pages to copy. Repeating again, high inspiration also has disadvantages.

It's also good that she didn't finish flipping through the notebook at the scene where she found the manuscript, otherwise the double debuff of the red room and the whispering in the manuscript would just make her stupid there.

Cults... evil gods are always maddening existences.

But looking at it this way, the last time Fuzhao Temple searched...Qi Zhuyue compared the two, and easily came to the conclusion that the newly acquired manuscript was more difficult.

After all--after all, the evil god of Yeluzi in Fuzhao Temple has only grown up for a few years. It is not like the power behind Tuochuan Company, which lasts for decades, and it is not known where the source is going back.

Therefore, people in special departments are temporarily excited.

Sitting in the meeting room, Baisu watched the enthusiasm of others easily ignited, and began to express their opinions one after another.

The slightly out of place black-haired young man thought for a moment, leaned back in the chair, and slid down a little.

If possible, he would also like to cover his face with a piece of paper, pretending that he does not exist in this conference room.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not related to him, he only thinks that human beings are noisy.

Baisu's thoughts instantly drifted to the cafeteria of the police station. He was thinking about whether he should visit again before going home, but he didn't bring a meal card. Which human's wool is being picked up today... when the human in front of him called his name.

Baisu was sitting right behind the entire long table, since the two nearest seats were empty, he could be said to be the only person facing the whiteboard.

"Then Baisu, do you have anything to add?" The middle-aged man cast his serious gaze over him, expecting Baisu to answer.

Baisu, who was absent-minded all the time and felt that the human meeting had nothing to do with him, and just came to eat for nothing: ...What did the human say just now?

The black-haired young man sat up slightly, and the doubts in his heart did not reflect on his face. To outsiders, his expression was calm, as if he was thinking.

Baisu was indeed also thinking about how to fool this question.

Said there was nothing to add?But it seems... Human beings are short on news from him, and it is not right to say that there is nothing to add.

But Baisu was indeed distracted and didn't listen to the meeting just now, and his eyes wandered a bit in the state of asking and not knowing.

Instead of looking at the middle-aged man in front of the whiteboard, Baisu glanced down, circling the human at the table, and when he turned to a certain angle, he blocked it.

The short-haired woman sitting a little far away from him stared straight ahead, but with her hands on the table, she quietly bent the corner of the paper.

In the blank space in the corner of the printing paper, a human woman wrote a few words in elegant but somewhat scribbled characters - two people from the cult.

Normal people would probably have to squint their eyes to recognize it for a while, but the one reading this line of characters is Baisu.

He instantly understood the current topic of human beings, and thought about it for a while.

"The escaped member, about his appearance..."

Regarding the appearance of the handsome young man, it is also okay to ask other victims and individual company employees who were arrested, but because most of them prioritize physical examination over interrogation, the remaining young men are full of fear of supernatural beings.

The young man didn't care so much at first, but after he entered the bureau and found out that the government really had such a department to deal with supernatural phenomena, his fear was deepened.

The member in charge of the young people couldn't help but want to complain, there is a cult behind your company... Oh, it's okay, in the eyes of the other party, it's just ordinary hypnosis.

The members of the special department who flipped through the explanation at hand showed some sympathy.

The opening of the door to a new world is always accompanied by a huge shock. It was the same for him back then. He didn't sleep well for several days.

Off topic.

The young man was temporarily unable to communicate, and the special department was more interested in the white monster he encountered in the middle of the night, and was waiting for someone to return to reason.

Therefore, Baisu has become the only source of clues for the handsome young man.

"Blonde hair...probably dyed, you can see a bit of black at the roots."

"The eyes are gray, and the outline of the face is a bit deep. It should be... a mixed race?"

"He's in good shape, has strong muscles, and can smash walls with one punch."

Although he didn't actually see this scene, Baisu judged it from the strength of the hand-to-hand combat.

"The woman with the ponytail—"

"...My name is Qi Zhuyue."

"Anyway, the sword she brought back is that person's weapon." Baisu made a gesture of swinging the sword, "The person behind jumped off the building and ran away."

The special department has heard a little about jumping off a building, but it is a bit appalling. Even if you watch the cell phone video recordings of the crowd, you still have to put a question mark.

What the onlookers recorded was a bloody face and some twisted and fractured limbs. In some places, white bones were poked out, but the man was still able to walk normally.

The handsome young man with a disabled body and a strong will got into the car, and the car swung its tail and left the scene.

People from the special department speculated that even if the "bloody" man in the video who couldn't see his face could escape, he would probably have to lie in a hospital bed for ten days and a half months.

However, Baisu denied their idea.

The black-haired youth barely paid a little attention in the second half of the meeting, and made some corrections to the human narration from time to time.

Baisu raised his hand slowly: "His recovery ability should be quite strong...Didn't I say that before? I cut him with a sword when I was chasing them."

Qi Zhuyue, who was in charge of recording: "...Wait, you didn't say that."

Baisu didn't take it seriously, and continued: "I guess I forgot, when he dropped the sword, I picked it up and slashed at the opposite side."

The very understated tone made everyone present stunned.

"His chest was cut open by me at the time, but when he blasted the outer wall of the building later, I glanced at it, and the wound on his chest was about to heal."

"...Self-healing ability?"

"I don't know that."

Baisu returned to the state of asking questions and knowing nothing, and passed the rest of the meeting time.

After the meeting, human beings pack up their things, go back to each house and find their own mothers, those who have tasks go back to work overtime, and those who have no work prepare to leave work.

Baisu lowered his head and then raised his head. Everyone in the room was completely gone, except for the middle-aged man standing in front of him.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, most likely Baisu.

The black-haired young man stood up pretending that he couldn't read the air, and ignored the middle-aged man who was still standing in front of the whiteboard.

But when Baisu walked towards the door and passed the man, the man called his name.

"Baisu."

Naturally, he couldn't pretend he didn't hear when his name was called, so he turned around.

The nominal part-time leader still looks serious, probably out of the state of the meeting, and his expression doesn't look so serious.

"Do you have time for a few words?" Without an orderly tone, Gu Cheng really seemed to want to have a few words with Bai Su after work.

Baisu paused for a moment, then turned around.

He walked back to the long table and half leaned there.

Baisu didn't say a word, but expressed his willingness to communicate with his demeanor.

Gu Cheng quietly looked at the black-haired young man in front of him.

The black forehead hair is attached to the forehead, and a few strands of hair that have not been flattened due to the sleeping position are stuck behind the head, adding a bit of playfulness to the person.

His complexion was so white that he couldn't see the sun, it was even a little unhealthy, but paired with the dark eyes, it showed a little weirdness.

Generally speaking, compared with Gu Cheng's previous meetings with people and the video data, there are more people, but it can be said that there are not many.

The middle-aged man tapped his arm twice, started with a very approachable topic, and asked about Bai Li's recent work.

"I see that some tasks have applied for your help, are you still used to it?"

Ordinary people usually have a process of passive acceptance after they step from the daily to the extraordinary.

But Baisu didn't, he adapted very well.

All the members who applied to assist in the investigation gave a consistent evaluation-either the spirit is different from ordinary people, or the brain is broken.

When Baisu was asked this question, the first thing that came to his mind was a few evocative ghosts.

Not all the ghosts are in his recipes, but the ones that can be eaten are unexpectedly good in taste. Compared with his own accidental physique triggered by going out by himself, the efficiency of this wild food is much higher.

The beautiful memory of eating rolled in my mind, and Baisu finally blurted out: "It's good... I'm still used to it."

Eating well, working less and earning money, if not for writing reports, it would be a perfect career.

It's a pity that it is not conducive to his development——

Baisu thought for a while, and added: "The people who are looking for me are...professional counterparts?"

At least from the perspective of humans, it is a professional counterpart. Baisu thinks that the scope of his business can be wider, but this needs to be done step by step.

"It's good to get used to it." Gu Cheng nodded, "I was afraid that you wouldn't get used to it, after all, these are some unreasonable scenes."

Flowers that absorb human body nourishment, people who are entangled by water pipes and hanged in toilet cubicles, music classrooms where weird piano sounds keep coming out at night... and so on.

"Actually, we also have psychological counseling on a regular basis. Has Xia Chengyin introduced it to you?"

"Huh? No."

"Well, I'll let someone send you a copy of the schedule at the headquarters later on, and I'll give you the way to make an appointment. My own people used to be free, but you... can also be free."

Bai Li, who had no idea about psychological counseling but was interested in visiting the underground headquarters of the special department, agreed.

The human being chatted with Baisu about several daily topics, and after 3 minutes, he entered the main question he wanted to ask.

"About that cult, can you think of anything worthy of attention?" The middle-aged man looked at Baisu with serious eyes.

The human polygraph Tang Nuo proved that no one lied at the meeting, but that didn't mean they couldn't say less.

Shortages and proper adaptations are not the same as lying.

What's more, as far as Baisu is concerned, even if he tells a lie, he will not be discovered by humans.

Humans seem to be trying to swindle something out of him.

Baisu looked natural, as if thinking.

He seems to be remembering, his brows are slightly frowned.

After a while, I really remembered something, and said slowly: "I remember all the spells that the cloaked man chanted, do I need to write them down for you?"

He thought that he would be asked about the news, but he didn't expect to be asked about such news. The middle-aged man was a little dumbfounded, and he was a little surprised: "You...can you remember?"

Baisu glanced at the humans strangely: "Isn't it a very simple matter?"

Inexplicably feeling that he was despised for a moment, the mature middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and chose to find a pen and paper for Baisu to write it down.

Regardless of whether the spell is right or wrong, it is still a harvest, and it can be handed over to a special person to experiment and study.

Baisu wrote quickly, scribbled down strings of characters childishly, and it took only 5 minutes to hand over the paper for writing.

Having successfully dealt with this questioning with a piece of unimportant and true news, Baisu clapped his hands in satisfaction.

The human male was lost in thought on the paper he handed over, maybe because the information was obtained so smoothly, he was a little skeptical.

Suddenly, Gu Cheng asked, "Has your memory always been this good?"

The black-haired young man who was about to leave the meeting room turned his head back: "It's... isn't it? After returning from the temple, my thoughts are much clearer."

The temple, Fuzhao Temple, is at this point in time again.

Human beings naturally attribute Baisu's changes to the changes in his brain, which is what Baisu wants to mislead.

Does the supernatural dead tree branch have such an effect?It's a little exciting.

Gu Cheng took a deep breath, clearing out the desires that shouldn't exist in his mind.

The existence of Baisu is too special... No, or it should be said that everyone with special abilities is special, and everyone's success cannot be copied.

After clearing away distracting thoughts, the middle-aged man settled down to look at the handwritten paper in his hand. After reading it for a while, he turned around and faced the whiteboard.

The words written on the whiteboard have not been erased, and various clues are distributed in the corners of the square, some are connected by circles, and some are smeared and crossed out.

Watching and watching, the leader of the branch of the special department fell into deep thought.

This Tuo Chuan...how does it feel like he is looking for something?

(End of this chapter)