Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 277 Marksmanship and competition

Everything is monitored.

The human on the opposite side waved his hand again, and the palm holding the rope was about to slip off.

"Quick! I won't be able to catch it anymore!" The familiar human shouted, "Although we can wait for the next wave, it's better to deal with it now... Shoot, friend!"

Human voices are high-pitched. Fortunately, no one lives on this floor, otherwise it will definitely disturb the people.

Hearing this, Baisu raised his hand, opened the safety lock, and put his index finger on the trigger.

He aimed the gun at the figure being pulled from the ceiling to the ground under the expectant eyes of humans, paused for a few seconds, and then slowly moved away.

Familiar players: ?
Baisu was thinking, if he can't hit 100% of the time, then it's better to turn the gun and aim steadily at the familiar team member beside him.

Familiar players: ? ?

Familiar team member: "Wait! Don't aim at me!"

The panicked protests sounded almost at the same time as the gunshots. Just as the team member was about to evade, there was a moment of silence in the earphones, and suddenly an order came out, telling him not to move around.

The idea of ​​hiding was intertwined with the instructions from above, and in the end the team member chose to believe the latter.

The human stopped his movement to the right, forced himself to stay in place, and pressed the excess force towards the rope, trying to drag the figure to the ground a little longer.

Bullets flew out with the sound of the gun.

It was clearly aimed at the trigger pulled by a human being, but the bullet did not fly to the target aimed at by the muzzle of the gun. The bullet drew an incomprehensible arc, which completely deviated from a target as big as a human being. Not to mention, it was still turning After rushing to the figure beside him.

Human Pupil Earthquake: Huh?Why did you turn the corner?

Thinking that the existing physical knowledge could not explain what they saw, and because they were engaged in a special industry, the familiar team members quickly found a reason for the bullet to turn.

It must be the effect of the opponent's special ability.

The bullet turned a corner but still missed the figure. It was too poorly aimed to graze the rope and cut half of the line. This also allowed the figure to seize the opportunity and break free several times.

As soon as the shooter let go, the gun fell and was thrown forward.

The team member who was in danger of life was neither angry nor annoyed, he caught the weapon, touched his head on the spot and stood up, put away the rope with some regret: "Ah, I was escaped... But this friend, you can let me The ability of the bullet to turn is very cool! What is the principle? Physical rules? Gravity? Or ordinary control..."

When the human's mouth did not stop, he continued chasing the figure and chant for a long time, and finally showed a look of asking for help.

Both Baisu and the person on the other side of the headset heard his words, and the latter let out a chuckle. Although the pop was very light, the person wearing the headset could hear it, and Baisu had excellent hearing.

The black-haired young man hooked his lips with a half-smile, denying the human conjecture: "No."

The familiar team members were about to ask questions, when a mosquito-like explanation came from the earphones in time.

Hearing this, the team member had a weird expression, his footsteps were half a beat behind, and he covered his mouth and replied in a low voice: "This way, you can also go to work... Hey... Oh, can it really have such an effect? ​​It really isn't A unique talent?"

The voice was lowered, but it didn't seem to be lowered. After the second half of the sentence, the pitch rose again.

Baisu glanced back, seeing the human and immediately suppressed the desire to complain.

The familiar teammate made a gesture of zipping his mouth, and then quickly ran forward, continuing to chase the shadow.

"So, where was he transferred?"

"Ah? Oh... You ask the patient." The familiar team member recalled, "The top floors have been emptied and separated from the bottom. It should be either on the top floor or the floor below. Specifically, only the responsible person people know."

As soon as the voice fell, the figure had already rushed to the stairwell, and jumped down along the narrow gap between the handrails.

The answer was already there, and the patient was placed on the next floor.

The downstairs has been cleared, except for the necessary personnel, the whole floor is empty, and the special department has also set up a net at the destination of the figure.

They already know what Human Shadow is going to do, and if Human Shadow breaks in or escapes, their special department will be disbanded on the spot.

Baisu watched the human beings cooperate tacitly from afar. Maybe his personal ability was not enough, but with the planned cooperation, he quickly suppressed the human figure on the ground.

The net-like fabric is buckled on the ground, pressing the figure there obediently, as long as the figure doesn't turn into liquid and melt out, it can't escape.

Assuming that it will really liquefy, the special department has also prepared a follow-up move.

The figure with a human face writhed crazily on the ground, even more irritable than the one Baisu had met before, knocking out several holes in the tiles on the floor while struggling.

There was a human being writing with a notebook on the side. Bai Li walked over and took a look. The man in a white coat was recording various characteristics of the figure.

"Speak? Can speak, but it seems not very smooth, why?"

"The strength is also a bit strong, is it a pit if you knock it casually?"

"Wait...doesn't he know anyone?"

A series of questions and opinions were uttered, and Baisu just happened to walk outside the crowd, and the twitching figure on the ground suddenly raised his head.

The figure raised its chin high, looked across the crowd, and met Baisu exactly.

The eyes that were not emotional just now became clear immediately, the figure shook his head, and asked puzzledly, "Mr. Bai? Me, where am I?"

Its eyes were fixed on Baisu, and it seemed to have an impulse to crawl out of the trapped place, and it spoke more and more smoothly and naturally, without any stumbling when it was just suppressed.

"Mr. Bai, I remember that I seemed to have collapsed at the door of your house before." The figure recounted the memory belonging to humans, and its expression became more and more animated. "I was sent to the hospital later, and now this is...?"

The members of the special department had already made way for Baisu.

The doctor or researcher in the white coat who was in charge of the recording had his eyes lit up and made several gestures.

Baisu didn't understand it, but it didn't prevent him from understanding that the humans might want him to communicate with the one on the ground.

Coincidentally, Baisu and Xiaojiang, a community worker, are close contacts who can talk.

If it were someone else, they would yell indiscriminately in front of the figure, without complete sentences.

The black-haired young man thought for a while, then squatted down.

He squatted in front of the figure, intersecting with the other's raised eyes, but did not speak.

The figure-involved performance is still going on, and it talks about some things that only the community worker Xiao Jiang has happened to Baisu in his daily relationship: "...Is there some misunderstanding? What kind of illness did I suffer from? ?"

Baisu just looked at it like this.

"...There must be something wrong, haha... Hurry up and let me go..."

"Mr. Bai, lying on the ground like this is so uncomfortable..."

"Mr. Bai...Mr. Bai——"

As he read and recited, the tone of the community worker Xiao Jiang, whom the shadow deliberately learned, gradually changed, and it was no longer the energetic and lively appearance of a human being.

His eyes also changed, revealing his resentment and ruthlessness.

"Why don't you talk! Why don't you help me... Aren't we, aren't we friends?"

Whether to help or not is another matter, Baisu is more curious about his position in the hearts of community workers.

The figure should have all the memories of the human being with the copied face, and the daily details he said can be completely matched with what happened in Baisu's impression.

As for friends, in a broad sense it should be, but not particularly close.

Baisu didn't say a word, and the white coat beside him was a little anxious.

As a half-researcher, the white coat wants to record a lot of things.

There are very few samples of doppelgangers, and now it is hard to catch a ghost who has not fully transformed and met an acquaintance, so I have to take a good look.

Finding that the gestures had no effect, the white coat said: "You...you have a few words with him... Oh, I'm so anxious."

"What are you talking about?" A male voice came from behind, and Xia Chengyin finally reached the upper level.

The inch-headed police officer walked into the encirclement. As soon as he came within the vision of the figure, the figure changed its appearance immediately.

It has returned to its previous docile and healthy spirit, except for the flushed face caused by being suppressed for a long time, the breath reproduces a little sickness of human beings, it is no different from ordinary people.

"Officer Xia?" A look of joy appeared on the figure's face, "Officer Xia, you are here too, please explain to me quickly."

"They must have caught...the wrong person, right? I'm still sick, and I haven't done anything."

"Officer Xia...Officer Xia!"

In Yingying's memory, Xia Chengyin, who had an intersection with Xiaojiang, a community worker, was a film policeman, and all of his conversations were based on that memory.

The figure turned to the inch-headed policeman for help, and asked this kind-hearted policeman, who had already left their area, to help him.

Xia Chengyin also did not move, he looked at Baisu and then at the white coat beside him: "This is?"

The white coat quickly replied: "In the stage before the conversion is completed, it should be able to only interact with the original intersecting objects in memory."

While talking, the figure found that there was still no reply and no one came to let it go. It lowered its head and hit the ground heavily.

It used the face of the staff member Xiaojiang, with raised eyes, looking at everyone gloomyly.

It expresses a meaning, it does not plan to act again.

All the previous performances seemed to be played out for a blind man, and the face of the figure who was pressed on the ground began to flicker indistinctly.

Melting, is the silhouette melting.

All the people in the corridor can see the specific facial features of the figures like oil paintings that have been poured with water, the paints have collapsed, and several groups of colors are mixed together, and the bright colors immediately seem to be soaked in turbidity.

Dye all the colors together and it will end up black.

The human form captured by the net's fabric trembled violently, and the clothes adhered to the skin in the blink of an eye, and soon melted into a black mass, which decreased in size and leaked out from the gap in the net.

It was the first time for human beings to witness the scene where the appearance of the same kind melted. Some people were shocked and did not move for a long time.

Those people were immediately pulled away by their reacting companions, and then the surrounding people threw several small balls from several angles.

The familiar ball melted when it landed on the liquid that had completely melted into black silt. This time, what appeared was not beige dust, but silver liquid.

Baisu, who was also being pulled back, moved away from the corner of the corridor. His pupils were slightly opened, watching the silver and black wrestle with each other, and the sharp corners protruding from time to time showed that the battle was fierce.

Baisu asked curiously, "What is that?"

Looks like an unusual item, it has an edible smell, but it's very faint.

Xia Chengyin touched his pocket, took out a note with writing on it, and read it: "The research department based on the last time... oh, you also went to the last investigation? Anyway, based on the last useless stagnant dust improvement for a moment."

It is quite long to explain in detail, and the person who wrote the explanatory note probably found it troublesome, so I simply said that it is designed for the characteristics of the liquid state.

"I refer to magnets, mercury, and the supernatural item B045... Where does this come from?" Except for the people in the research department, no one can memorize the items of supernatural items. I hope to bring back the real sample..."

There was a small logo in the bottom corner, Xia Chengyin twitched his eyes, and immediately recognized that it was made by a colleague from the research department.

The purpose of the other party writing this note is to hope that colleagues who perform the task of capturing ghosts can quietly hand it over to the other party so that he can do research in private.

It's a pity that this one met Xia Chengyin.

It's not that Xia Chengyin is upright, this word is the opposite of him, it's just that Xia Chengyin is used to acting according to his mood.

For example, now he feels that the people in the research department are annoying, so he decides to hand in all the collected black sludge in accordance with the rules.

"Spiritual item B045?" Baisu repeated with squinted eyes, "I remember it is... a water-insoluble, high-density slime? It seems that if you throw the liquid into it, it will be swallowed."

After hearing this, Xia Chengyin raised her head from the note and said in surprise, "You actually remember? Just happened to see it?"

The entries for supernatural items are long and stinky, as I said earlier, except for those who specialize in research, few people memorize them.

"Ah." The black-haired young man paused and nodded, "When you went to borrow the equipment that day, I was free to look over there."

This sentence is a lie.

The policeman Cuntou obviously didn't remember the whole picture of the underground meeting that day, they met halfway, maybe Gao Tianyi would remember whether Baisu did this move, but Xia Chengyin didn't have time to check right now.

He nodded as if in agreement, and then cast his gaze forward.

The competition between the two liquids seemed to be coming to an end.

The black silt spiraled upwards and twisted into a spiral shape, while the silver liquid tried its best to wrap the silt, and condensed a thin layer of metallic luster.

There are jagged prismatic spikes on the shell, and a small lump of mud that hasn't completely solidified is wriggling on the top.

In the end, it hangs down its "neck" like a swan cutting its neck.

To be precise, it docked.

Abandoning the trapped part, the broken part rolled down the spiked mountain, slid to the ground and twitched twice.

Baisu saw that small piece looked familiar.

Isn't this... Isn't this the one in the small bottle that Qiao Jiang gave him?

Booming and bouncing.

(End of this chapter)