Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 272

Roderick, now standing in the middle of the crowd again.

He hadn't met this group of people before, but now his head was thrown into a daze, his eyelids were covered with bandages and blood, and his gray eyes rolled around.

One, two, three, four, five... six, a total of six people.

The six people looked like they were from the human department, well-dressed in uniforms, and with an annoying temperament.

He's gotta get the guy out of there fast...he's got to get back to his partner fast.

The memory before he fainted for a short time came back, the sick employee who suddenly appeared did not occupy his attention, but the whereabouts of Baisu caught Roderick's mind.

He was deliberately left in the auto repair shop in the corner of the city to recuperate.

It's hard to say where the church headquarters is. The company's headquarters on the surface is listed on the official website. No matter how you check there, you won't find any faults. Even if you dig three feet, it is still a compliant company.

As for the private headquarters... Roderick doesn't know, he hasn't been there, maybe he went there with that smart guy who can use his brain, anyway, it's not something he can know.

He has a bad mind, and as a price, his brain is not good enough. If someone caught him, he would probably reveal all his secrets with a flick of his head.

Therefore, there are not many secrets in Roderick, at least there are no secrets worth digging.

If his weapon was still there before, the sword could be regarded as a secret, and it has been seized by someone now.

Captured... Yes, taken away by that black-haired youth, Roderick thought distractedly.

Speaking of which, he heard someone say that everything that happened in the branch below was not an accident.

The two men in suits who had left said something like this, but because he was still here, they left without saying much.

What is not an accident?
Roderick actually couldn't figure it out. If his partner was still here, he would be able to know the answer just by asking. Maybe his partner would pull the hood and scold that his brain is full of muscles.

But his brain is full of muscles and it's not what he wants?

Roderick, who was unable to solve the problem, took this question to the employees of the auto repair factory during the days of recuperation. Some of the employees here had nothing to do with Tuo Chuan, and they were ordinary recruits.

"It wasn't an accident? It was designed." A young man in overalls replied, holding a spray gun in his hand, "Since it wasn't accidental, it was inevitable, this...handsome guy! You want to Don't ask people you know again?"

But he had no one to ask.

The tall young man, who was so tightly wrapped in bandages that he could not be called a handsome guy at all, returned to his temporary residence with the answer.

No accident, that's by design.

In the Chinese translation, someone arranges or pushes everything to happen.

No matter how detailed Roderick was, he couldn't figure out whether it was planned for him and his partner to go, or the people who were in the company that day were arranged...

The tall young man blinked twice, the sticky blood had penetrated the bandage and was about to flow into his eye sockets.

He would feel a little annoying and in the way, but only a little.

The tall youth was still in some pain.

The broken bones creaked and re-grown, and the broken organs seemed to be stirred by a hand, picking up pieces and sticking them together, and the itching and pain ran through his whole body from beginning to end.

It hurts, itches, etc... what is he going to do now?

The gray eyes blinked twice again.

Oh yes, to find a partner.

The tall young man slowly held the broken knife in his hand.

Although the tip is broken, it is barely usable.

What does it matter if you are blunt?It's good to use speed to reach it.

The members of the special department on the other side changed their strategy after they understood what it means to have good resilience.

There's no need to confront people head-on, just quickly recall what Baisu said.

"Say... what did you say? Wait, Captain, wait for me for a while!"

The man in the suit hid aside in a hurry, and rummaged through the information amidst the hail of bullets and swords.

There is no way, who knows that you will meet people from the cult here, they have read the materials, but they are not to the point of memorizing the whole text.

The result of the on-site investigation of the information was that the man in the suit was almost shot by his companion.

I don't know where it flew over, and the companion who fired the gun only had time to say sorry before running away in a hurry, leaving the man in the suit suspicious of life behind the cover.

Is his luck a bit too bad today?

On the way here by car, I met an inexplicable ghost getting into the car. After arriving at the auto repair shop, I couldn't catch up with the person, and almost tripped over and over again.

The only time he tried to clear the obstacles blocking his way was when he shot, and the fragments almost jumped to his neck, and then he was affected by the explosion. Now he is only one step away from being hit by his companions.

Looking at it this way, the luck of his colleagues is not very good.

The man in the suit pulled away from the file and looked towards the center of the battle circle.

The captain of the squinting eyes changed the bullets for the gun, and couldn't subdue them with brute force, so he wanted to use other methods. Now squinting eyes relied on the cover of other people, and raised the muzzle of the gun.

According to their previous fights, the tall young man's fighting style tends to be straightforward, without much fuss, and relying on his own recovery ability, he can resist some attacks that can be avoided.

As long as the wound heals before the next injury is fine.

Then they also just need to stun the tall young man before he reacts. As long as the bullet doesn't miss, this is the dose that can intoxicate an elephant—it's empty.

One shot missed.

The bullet accidentally hit a piece of metal that happened to fly up in the previous fight in the air, and the trajectory was changed, so it was naturally dodged.

The rest of the bullets hit, and the anesthesia also went in, but the tall young man's drug resistance was as good as expected by the special department. One shot was missing, and he didn't pass out completely.

Conscious of what the people in the special department had done, the tall young man cut himself with a dagger.

- to find a partner.

Playing back this thought in his mind like a bewilderment, the tall young man immediately rushed to the side after realizing that his footsteps were weak.

He rushed to the wall, his gray eyes, which finally looked hazy due to anesthesia, framed the curvature of his lips that were no longer standard, like mechanically carved.

After a few seconds of hesitation, the tall young man broke through the wall and walked away without any reluctance to fight.

The special department's team could only divide into two groups, chasing up all the way, and continuing to go deep into the auto repair factory all the way.

The above mentioned, all the fights, Baisu didn't know about it.

It can't be said that he didn't know it at all, Baisu could hear the sound of fighting in the rear, but what did that have to do with the person who only had supper in his eyes?

He glanced at the time, it was almost early morning, and it was time for supper.

The creature in the skin of a sick employee walked around behind the stairs, walked through the corridor where the tall youth met, and came to an empty flat area.

It is said to be a flat ground, but in fact there is still such a slightly raised and uneven place on the ground, and it is easy to see that there is a passage leading to the underground.

The black-haired young man paused and stretched out his hand.

There was a gunshot in the distance, and he simply jumped in.

There are stairs in the passage, but under Baisu's unusual path, he jumped directly to the ground.

The crooked corridor did not cause any disturbance to Baisu, it only made people feel "this underground is quite big" for a moment.

Does the human special department know that the ground is dug like this?You probably didn't know it before today.

Following the direction the smell came from, Baisu caught up with his target in a short time, and the half-closed door was pushed slightly, and opened inward.

In the room that looked like an operating room inside the door, two identical faces faced each other.

One was lying on the operating table with a flustered look and was tightly bound and unable to move, while the other was standing by the operating table, stretching out his hands and pulling the straps, as if intending to remove the "self" on the bed.

It only glanced at Baili, then turned its head and continued to work hard. After pulling the strap twice, it didn't finish. The figure turned its hand and touched the bottom of the operating table. , The posture of moving away with people and utensils.

Baisu probably knew where it was going.

The step of swapping doppelgängers, if there were not so many people in the auto repair shop tonight, maybe this link would go smoothly.

You see people walking from the roof, it is so remote here, after this set of procedures, maybe it will take a long time for human beings to find out that sick employees have been replaced.

But it's different now.

The black-haired young man slapped the wall, and the vibration failed to attract the attention of the busy figure, but instead made the hesitant Tuochuan employee work harder.

"Help..." The voice of pleading for help was forced out of the dry throat that seemed to be smoking, "Help...help me."

The condition of human beings is so poor that the naked eye can see that the tall young man who came to take him away and the people here didn't even think about managing people well, so they probably only regarded him as a... sample.

Baisu raised the corners of her lips, curled up her fingers and tapped the wall twice.

The figure still didn't look back, and was tirelessly working on the work at hand.

"Ignore my words... just treat it as your acquiescence." Baisu put his hands together, "Since you agree, I will start, but before that, I need to solve a little trouble."

Trouble me, my eyes are wide open. Even though he has been weak for several days due to illness and poor food and clothing, the staff of Tuochuan still try their best to stay away from the other self.

He saw it - "I" who was dismantling the operating table with his head down a second ago flew out in a straight line, and the familiar black-haired young man stood beside the operating table instead of "I".

When did this happen?As if in the blink of an eye...

Baisu's bent knees have not been lowered, but his head is lowered first, facing the Tuochuan employee whose neck is raised vigorously.

He smiled at people, this was the last scene humans saw before losing consciousness.

The black-haired young man stretched out his "hand" and pinched the person unconscious, raised his arms, and then he folded his palms facing the figure who was shaking and standing up from the wall.

"I don't really want to make a big noise."

The figure stood still and began to walk towards Baisu.

"How do you say there are humans on top of their heads?"

The figure was about to reach the operating table, and he reached out his hand to the person on the operating table without hesitation.

"So—let's make it quick."

The black-haired young man tilted his head and opened his hands to the sides.

It was like opening his arms, but no one rushed into his arms, and the closest figure was a struggling figure three steps away from him.

Finally retracting his empty hands, Baisu squeezed his chin, and looked at the face of the figure in front of him.

"It's so similar." He said with emotion, "These two faces."

The figure who couldn't move forward couldn't move, the shackles raised from the ground completely welded it to the spot, and even feared that it would fall, the pile of white flocs piled up even higher, spreading to the figure's waist, holding it firmly Hold on.

Before the meal, Baisu took a little time.

This should be the closest he has come into contact with a doppelganger.

One left and one right are two completely identical faces, there is no difference, they are carved out of the same mold, other than that... Baisu stretched out his hand.

He casually picked up a scalpel from the tray beside the operating table, raised his hand and cut it, making a cut on the figure's exposed neck, blood mixed with some black liquid flowed down.

Black, the same black as black silt.

"It hasn't changed at all..." Baisu paused, "That's not right."

He thought of the previous hostess, when the blood collected was normal blood.

"So it's still bad..." Baisu let go of his hand, and the scalpel fell to the ground, and was quickly swallowed up.

As for the other points, Baisu raised his hand and squeezed the figure's face, his face was almost crushed by him, only a few out of tune curses came out of his sober mouth.

It's a bit strange.

Didn't it mean... the human beings transformed from the black silt at this stage can already communicate?Could it be that... it has to be a specific goal?

Baisu thought for a moment, then decided to give up thinking.

Hurry up and eat, the humans seem to have stopped fighting upstairs.

The intermittent words were annoying, and finally he pinched the figure's face to the ground, and the figure who couldn't say anything was immersed in the white tide, and was swallowed up like the scalpel before.

The black-haired young man twitched his cheeks twice, pretending to be tasting delicious food even though he had no food in his mouth, the white fluff on the soles of his feet surged and slowly shrank back to his bare ankles.

"Hic." After a long while, the black-haired young man hiccupped and commented to himself, "Steak taste... black pepper steak."

The small and unconventional operating room returned to normal. Except for some black marks left on the rough floor, it was impossible to tell what had been here.

The scalpel that fell before was lying intact while waiting for the person to pick it up and put it away, and the only thing missing in the whole room was that one "person".

Baisu, who was still in a good mood after eating the extra meal, picked up the scalpel and threw it aside. The metal collided with the tray and made a crisp sound, which echoed continuously in the dead room.

What's more, the voice came out from the open door, giving the human beings who came down to look for someone a way to move forward.

They didn't dare to act rashly, especially after some investigation, they found that there were signs of life of two people in the direction of the sound, and they waited until they heard no abnormal movement before someone made a sound.

"Mr. Bai?" The man in the suit called softly, "Mr. Bai——"

The human shouted a second time when nothing happened, and what responded to them was the crisp sound of falling debris.

Humans hurried around a few bends to the place where the sound came from, followed the guidance of the sound, and pushed open a door.

When you enter the door, there are dazzling lights. There is no imaginary scene filled with gunpowder, and there is only a black-haired young man holding a tray standing in the room blankly.

At his feet was a hemostat, a scalpel and other surgical instruments, and in front of him was a tightly bound comatose person.

Then put on a white coat, a mask, etc., this will be a mysterious scene that can attract a gun to be vigilant.

(End of this chapter)