Strange Rules: Ngan Lang Can Arbitrarily Distort The Rules

Just as the music stopped, Okra also put down the printing paper in her hand, and then took out her phone to take a photo.

"Don't think about it, can anyone else remember such a long rule

?" "Bao, have you finished reading?"

Okra nodded to Kafka, but just in case, she picked up the piece of paper again and flipped it to the back, and sure enough, there was a word on the back.

[Someone will guide you when you go out]

"Oh, do you want to take a look?" Okra

handed the printer paper to Kafka, only to see Kafka wave her hand, it seems that she really doesn't plan to read the rules, anyway, the content on it, Okra feels that except for the last one that needs attention, the others seem to be all polluted into weird people.

"It seems that this copy is quite polluting, but it's useless to me, and thanks to the last copy to get this ability, as for Kafka, I can only think of her controlling others, and I can't imagine anyone being able to control her."

Then the two of them walked around the office for a while, and found that there was really nothing else, so they pushed the door out, but it was okay not to go out, and when they went out, okra was indeed startled by the scene in front of them.

The aisle, which was supposed to be pure white, has a lot of decorations, and the entire aisle has changed to a pale yellow color except for the lights, and okra can hear the sound of people communicating.

The doors that should have been pure white on both sides were turned into wooden or iron doors, and the door that Kafka had kicked open was gone, and Okra turned her head to find that the way she had come had also become a wall.

"Kafka... It's..."

Okra really didn't expect that the community council they just went in would be an independent space, she just thought that this community council was hidden.

"It's better to say that way, which explains why my silk thread didn't follow up.

At this time, the door next to it suddenly opened, and a white-collar girl holding a folder came out, and when she saw okra and Kafka, her expression was stunned, and the folder fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Dong, Brother Dong!"

accompanied by the exclamation of the white-collar girl, which attracted the whole building to come and watch, and then Kafka and Okra were taken to an office, where they sat at a desk, behind which sat a man, and behind them a group of people.

"How old are

you?" "I said I'm 18, do you believe it?" I

saw that the man on the other side took out a photo, which was also a cute little girl, okra was a little puzzled, what did the other party do with this photo, and I heard him speak.

"This is my daughter, she's 13 years old now, and if you don't have this weird outfit and looks like her, then do you think you believe that a kid who is about the same as your daughter told you that she was 18. Okra

didn't know what to say, and if she did, wouldn't that mean she was a child? If she didn't, wouldn't she be stunted?

"It's not about this now, why did you bring us here?"

"You better step aside, I'll talk to this lady." Then

Okra was dragged to the corner by a group of children's employees, and asked Okra how her hair was like this, and if she didn't mess up her hair when she slept, why was her skin so good? and a female employee educated Okra, "Why do children wear so astringent?" When Okra

was surrounded and played with by a bunch of female employees, the man opposite was talking to Kafka about business.

"So, have you seen that piece of paper? Now I make it clear that what that piece of paper says is not at all false, that is to say, when you choose to come out of this door, you are a patrolman, and I don't need to repeat the danger of a patrolman, I guess you also saw it from that paper.

"So?"

"So that's it, although you are chosen, you can give up, I repeat, this is a terrible job, you can be ignorant as a child, but you as an adult should not mess around with her!".

Although Okra was surrounded by a bunch of people, she still heard the conversation between the two clearly, and it seemed that the other side was not going to let them serve as patrol officers, and Okra was just about to get up to solve the problem, when suddenly a very charming voice sounded in her ears.

"Listen to me, don't ask, don't care. "

“...... Yes..."

I saw that the man on the other side agreed as if he had lost his soul, and not only that, but these people around Okra were also stunned.

It was also the first time she had seen Kafka use words, and she only felt that this ability was too buggy, although it was only for ordinary people now, and Kafka's ability was probably useful for weirdness.

But now was not the time to sigh about this, Okra walked back to Kafka's side and gave Kafka a thumbs up, after all, Kafka didn't use words to control the field, and she couldn't tell when the group would do something to him.

"Bao, you can ask. "

Hearing Kafka say that, the okra must be in full swing.

"Then let me ask first, where is this?"

"

And where was that place we were just now?"

"I don't know..."Okra

glanced up at Kafka, and from Kafka's expression, it seemed that the other party really didn't know.

"What about the work arrangements of the patrol officers? What about those like us who are already late?"

"According to the code arrangement, there will be a replacement for those who come late, and there are not many patrol members.

"Is it up to you to know when you will be working?"

"Yes, we will notify, there is a special walkie-talkie. "

Last question, where is the armroom on the

third floor?" "Room N02 on the third floor

" "Let's go"

After saying that, okra walked out the door, and Kafka gave these people psychological hints, making the fact that okra and Kafka were patrol officers reasonable, and then released the control of the spirit.

Okra took Kafka to the third floor to find the arms room, and at the same time she found that she had asked the question in vain, and as soon as she came up from the third floor, she saw the sign of the three words on the weapon.

Before I went in, I heard a conversation coming from inside, but okra didn't care so much, pushed open the door, saw several big men wrestling ♂, and closed the door decisively.

", isn't it the locker room to be armed!" Okra

confirmed again, this is the armed forces department, and she finally knows why she wants to dissuade them.

"What's wrong?"

Kafka leaned over, and okra quickly pulled Kafka to the side and whispered to her.

"Why don't we go. "