Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 252 Ordinary Passing by Ordinary Citizens

"It doesn't have to be blood...flesh? Body tissue? Or something else?" Baili clicked on a few possibilities, but the muddy beach on the other side didn't respond, "I don't have the ability to communicate..."

Silt still repeated the previous operation, probably failed to succeed after a few hits, and the angle of its jumping became even more strange.

The black-haired young man backed up again and again, stepping on raised cardboard or boxes from time to time. He didn't trip over, but his route changed, and he was rubbed by mud several times.

No matter how many times it is wiped, the mud will not change into the appearance of Baisu.

On the contrary, after Baisu got tired of this back and forth, he stretched out his hand forward.

The silt that shouldn't have been caught was caught by him by the tail, but the silt was still moving forward, and the two forces intersected, resulting in a broken tail.

The silt was forced to leave such a section in Baisu's palm, and the black ball was still flowing.

Perhaps because he realized that he was separated, the flowing part of Baisu's hand shrank suddenly and then exploded, a puddle was like a piece of cloth stretched out, trying to cover the whole hand.

The idea of ​​silt is beautiful, but it is quickly shattered by reality.

A male hand holds it down.

Just one finger crushed the mud and it couldn't move anymore, something foreign got stuck in the black slime.

Afterwards, human hands compressed the mud into a small ball, the size of a mochi snack, and could be swallowed in one gulp.

Baisu sniffed it, and after confirming that there was nothing disgusting in it, he opened his mouth, and threw the black ball upwards, and it fell straight into his mouth.

The sweetness of the red bean paste exploded in his mouth, and Baisu felt that he could give this little dessert a [-] out of [-] praise.

The full score is five points, and the poor point is too little.

After Baisu finished eating this mouthful, his eyes fell on the mud that was still trying to change in front of him.

The humanoid silt shivered humanly, and the raised question mark on his face became more and more obvious.

The slime doesn't understand what's going on, and it doesn't know what's happened to the part it's disconnected from.

This is a good thing.

Doesn't this mean that the mud will not escape?
After realizing that the silt that attacked people had the property of proliferating, Baisu conceived a plan in his heart.

His house is quite big.

Although a faceless noodle man has already been placed, it is not impossible to add mud.

The only thing that needs to be considered is whether putting the two in the same room will conflict, or will he go back and separate the space?As far as the size of the noodle man is concerned, two square meters should be enough...

While imagining, the sound of someone's footsteps approaching in the distance.

At first Baisu didn't care, most of the passers-by walked straight ahead, and very few people turned into the path he was on... Ah, the newcomer wanted to take a shortcut.

After a moment of hesitation, the man abducted in.

Meanwhile, the silt has disappeared.

The silt figure standing in front of him one second left a black light on his retina the next second, rubbing against the signboards of the surrounding stores, jumped to the roof and disappeared.

Baisu was left standing there, still stuck in the middle of the road.

Because of his position, the passer-by who entered later asked suspiciously: "Excuse me, can I have a moment?"

The black-haired youth glanced back, and obediently stepped aside.

The passer-by was shocked by that look, and just as he was wondering if it was the wrong choice to take the trail, the passer-by passed by Baisu, and nothing happened.

When passers-by were far away, he could be heard muttering in a low voice: "What's wrong... standing in the middle... blocking the way..."

The human spoke softly enough, but Baisu could still hear it.

His second glance at the passer-by made him quicken his pace, and he left the trail as if he was being chased by some evil beast.

Passers-by left, but the silt did not return.

It just so happened that the shops that were open at night on both sides had already removed their door panels, and there were a few more people on the path at the moment.

Seeing that the silt would no longer appear, Baisu continued walking towards home.

The black-haired young man thought regretfully as he walked, there was no need to make room in the house, and those two rooms still belonged to the noodle man.

But what are the conditions for the appearance and disappearance of silt?

Single... Plural sights, what else is there?

After Baisu returned home, he first attracted the concern and condolences from the community.

He reacted, and realized that the unknown staff member from the community was referring to Xiao Jiang's collapse at the door of his house.

I heard that it was almost going to develop into a crime scene, but fortunately Xiao Jiang woke up in time.

"He did it to give me something... Trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble, Mr. Bai, your door will be open, which will almost affect you." The staff member who didn't know his face said, "Mr. Bai, your dog can still open the door, it's so smart."

Baisu vaguely responded to the praise, it was all praise for him anyway.

After exchanging a few words to see off the community staff, Baisu closed the door.

He first went to the room where he hid for lunch, and then looked at the duration of the live broadcast room, and was satisfied to see that the two days when he was not there also increased.

Finally, he checked the white dog's memory.

It took a few minutes for the memory exchange, and when Baisu opened his eyes on the sofa, he fell into deep thought.

The symptoms of Xiao Jiang, a community worker, seem a little familiar.

Compared with the human being observed last night, Baisu thinks that the two are at about the same stage.

However, the white dog did not observe carefully, and the accuracy of this judgment is yet to be determined.

No matter how powerful Baisu was, he couldn't find an unconfirmed truth in his memory.

How about... He sat there and thought about it, and finalized the itinerary for the next day.

……

An Xiangwen visited the hospital three times.

The curly-haired young man sat in the ward with a heavy face, looking at the fruit basket on the cabinet.

"Actually, Brother Bai, with our relationship, we don't need to bring this kind of thing over here."

"I bought it casually. It's not good to come empty-handed. Can I have an apple?"

"Okay, brother Bai, you can eat all of it."

An Xiangwen's hospital treatment this time has dropped compared to before. Although he still doesn't have to pay for it himself, there is no room for two people.

After thinking about it and studying the changes in treatment, the curly-haired youth came to a conclusion - because his brother Bai didn't go to the hospital with him.

It shouldn't be, weren't they all troubled brothers and sisters a few times ago?Why is Brother Bai okay this time?

An Xiangwen slept in the hospital all night and didn't think of a reason. The next day, when he saw Baisu who came to visit suddenly, he didn't see a reason.

The curly-haired youth thinks that their physical condition is similar, but the hospital just feels that his mental state remains to be seen.

An Xiangwen thought so, and complained to Baisu in such a low voice.

Due to the crowd in the ward, his voice was as loud as a mosquito.

After listening to An Xiangwen's words, Baisu threw the gnawed apple core into the trash can, and wiped his hands with a torn napkin.

He wiped his knuckles one by one, and finally crumpled up the wet paper and threw it into the trash can.

Baisu had visited other people who were brought back from Tuochuan Company, not to mention that they were in good spirits, and there were some signs of wanting to pay for it.

No matter how boring the police persuade them, they seem to believe that they have not been deceived, a typical negative example.

Why didn't An Xiangwen have such a reaction?Because of him?
Baisu thought for a while, touched the fruit basket, and took out a brochure—the brochure of Tuochuan Company that he brought out.

He opened it and handed it to An Xiangwen, and then he was addicted to watching the human beings watching it. Not only did he want to take out his mobile phone, but he also wanted to touch his bank card to directly transfer money.

After reading it for a while, Baisu collected the brochure.

The curly-haired young man's eyes became blurred, and when he woke up, he looked at the mobile phone in his hand in a daze, unable to remember what he planned to do just now.

Isn't this responsive?Just not as noticeably as other humans.

"Hey, Brother Bai, what were we talking about just now?"

"I'm asking you about that alley." Baisu changed the subject.

"Oh oh oh..." The curly-haired youth just believed it, "But there's nothing to say about that alley, I've already talked about it when I was surrounded by those policemen yesterday."

"Just walked in normally, and was about to bend down to pick up the phone, when I caught a glimpse of something rushing towards me from the corner of my eye, it should be a cat."

"You were the only one in that alley at that time?"

"That's right, there are walls on both sides, and there are only a few trash cans, which can barely pass people through to the other end."

"You can see the end at a glance. I must be the only one at that time. Brother Bai, why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing." Baisu blinked, and handed over a pear to plug the mouth of the curly-haired young man who wanted to ask, "I heard someone discussing in the corridor ahead, so I thought I'd ask you."

An Xiangwen was easily persuaded. He nodded in agreement and said that he had indeed been asked several times.

"They also came to ask me about the Mutual Aid Club." The curly-haired young man touched his chin and said, "I've told you everything I can, and the police seem to have rushed over quickly."

The place to hold a mutual aid meeting is to borrow a rentable room, and a group of people sit around and take turns to speak, and then have a free exchange.

Occasionally there are other forms, but it is mostly the previous model.

It took a little time for the special department to find the person in charge and ask for the list. After all, it is a novel experience to be knocked on the door by the police at night.

The location of the mutual aid meeting was ordinary, and nothing famous was found, and the woman who was pointed out and introduced the job was found to be a false identity.

In this regard, the person in charge of the mutual aid association who was questioned was also very distressed: "Who knew she used a fake ID card... I can't see this either. That woman comes very rarely, and she hasn't signed up for a long time."

So far, the investigation has been in trouble, at least the woman who introduced the job is difficult to find again.

But An Xiangwen didn't know about this, neither did Baisu.

The information about the two stayed in the special department. Maybe Baisu would know about it in the future, but he could also follow the handsome young man to find out.

Before you go, you have to pretend.

After all, I still remember that I used the authority of human women to go to the archives to read the materials yesterday. Now Baisu doesn't care whether An Xiangwen can remember or not, and pours everything he can say into the ears of the curly-haired young man.

His tone of voice did not fluctuate, and he spoke very fast, as if he was chanting a spell in human ears.

An Xiangwen: ...

An Xiangwen: "Stop, stop, stop, Brother Bai, I can't remember!"

Baisu didn't stop and didn't care, and after reading to himself, he saw the curly-haired young man leaning on the pillow with his eyes blank, his lips parted slightly, as if he was confiding something.

The patient on the hospital bed at the side quietly cast his gaze, as if seeing a wisp of bluish-white soul floating out of the curly-haired young man's mouth.

The patient in the next bed: Do you need help ringing the bell?Is it really going to be okay?

An leaned against Wen for a while before sitting up again.

Baisu asked calmly, "Do you remember?"

An Xiangwen had a bitter face: "I didn't remember..."

Baisu: "Do you remember?"

An Xiangwen: "...Remember!"

Satisfied, Baisu stood up, tidied up the things on the cabinet, took out a plastic bag and picked the fruits in the fruit basket.

An Xiangwen looked dumbfounded, and asked suspiciously, "Brother Bai, what are you...?"

Although he probably only stayed in the hospital for two days and couldn't finish eating this little fruit, he originally thought that he would share a share with the patients in the same ward when he was discharged from the hospital, but now it seems that he doesn't need it.

After Baisu finished packing the fruit, he tied up the plastic bag and said, "Visiting the sick."

The curly-haired youth cast more doubtful gazes over him, and a sense of confusion arose spontaneously, as if there was a sour smell in the air.

An Xiangwen's gaze seemed to be accusing Baisu of having other patients outside.

Baisu understood but didn't understand human emotions, and simply explained: "A community worker I know also lives here."

After finishing speaking, he left the ward under the reluctance of the curly-haired youth.

"The next thing is..." The black-haired young man stood in the corridor and took out his mobile phone, looking at the string of numbers written on the note, "It's upstairs."

The height of the two-story building can be reached by taking the stairs. After walking to the target floor, Baisu found that there were a lot of humans in the inpatient area on this floor.

...and even a few familiar faces.

The black-haired young man didn't know whether to move forward or not.

If he remembered correctly, he saw the person next to the nurse's station in the police station yesterday, but yesterday he was wearing a uniform, and today it was his own clothes.

The man just turned his head and glanced at the people around him.

The human's eyes had already passed Baisu's body. After a few seconds, he noticed something and turned his eyes back.

Member of the special department: "Ah...you're not—"

The name came to his lips but he didn't say it, and finally turned into a "Hello" for greeting.

Baisu also nodded at the person: "Do you need to register your name when entering here?"

"Yes." The member of the special department who was questioned scratched his head, "Needed for ordinary visits, but not for those who come to work."

The reason for the visit was that the former Baisu followed the instructions and signed a sign and wrote the date. Then, because of his own particularity, he was stopped by the hurried humans before he reached the door of the ward he wanted to go to.

A police officer with a cropped cut came out from some corner and stood in front of Baisu with his arms folded.

He didn't stop Baisu from entering the door, but his eyes were a little strange.

If I had to describe it, I would engrave the words "Why is it you again" into my eyes.

——Few things related to Baisu are good.

Xia Chengyin was deeply aware of this, and looked suspiciously at the door of the ward beside him.

"You... What is the relationship between the people inside and you?"

"A common community worker." Baisu tilted his head, "I always feel that you, Officer Xia, are thinking too much. The person who went to the hospital has nothing to do with me."

He was just an ordinary citizen passing by.

(End of this chapter)