Weird story about rules: I can see hidden prompts

At this time, Feng Seng was very panicked in his heart, but he couldn't see it at all on the surface.

He always felt that the eyes of the people around him were full of malice.

Just wait until he looks over, those people are busy.

Finally, it was dark.

Feng knew that his biggest challenge had begun.

As long as it is a strange talk world, once the danger rises rapidly at night, he believes that this place will be no exception.

If you can't make it, then you will die here.

At this time, the station manager came inside and said to them: "Okay, it's still the same at night, relax." Hearing

the stationmaster's words, the employees immediately put down their things and walked to the back one by one.

Feng Seng was stunned, relax?

What to relax?

Soon, he heard all kinds of tearing and gnawing sounds from inside the warehouse behind.

His pupils shrank, and he immediately realized that those strange talks were eating human flesh!

He almost didn't vomit, but the station chief was not far from him, and he forcibly did not vomit.

However, the station master seemed to notice his appearance and came over to look at him with interest.

"Why aren't you going?"

"Dad, I've been a little upset lately, so I don't need it, next time."

Feng Seng's brain turned quickly, and he immediately found a reason.

He feels that he has been able to live until now because he has only grasped the role of his identity.

The strange world is not a little help to them, as long as they discover the role of their identity, at least...

It won't die that soon.

"Yes?"

The station master looked at him faintly for a while, then turned and walked towards the warehouse.

Feng Whistle wiped a cold sweat, just now he was really worried that the other party would make a move, and boy urine was useless in this world.

It can be said that he does not have any weapons capable of targeting ghosts now.

While they all went to the back warehouse, Feng Seng hurried outside.

There was no longer a single figure around, as if this area had been abandoned by the world.

Feng Seng tried it, ran some distance, and returned.

He really can't get out.

"Hey, I don't know if Brother Sun can find me."

Feng Seng had no choice, so he casually found a bench and sat down.

The sound from behind the warehouse made his scalp feel a little numb, and he felt that once he was caught, it was estimated that the end would be the same as the human flesh behind.

After a while, the employees inside seemed to have eaten enough and walked out one by one.

"Feng Sentinel, why don't you eat it, this time the human flesh tastes beautiful."

The young man who had just spoken deliberately leaned over to Feng Seng's side and looked at him with a pair of playful eyes.

In fact, both sides know the identity of the other party, but no one points it out.

This is also a guess of Feng Seng, as long as you do your job well, then you can temporarily save your life.

Just temporarily!

"Are you teaching me to do things?"

Feng Seng raised his head, his eyes were full of defiance, and he actually calmed the other party for a while.

The young man found himself frightened, his face sank, and he walked straight away.

"It seems that as long as they don't do it, any verbal attack will not let them start, which is good news."

Feng Seng thought secretly.

This time, they rested for a long time before a car came and they carried the goods.

Feng Seng was ready to take a risk this time, and he came directly to the driver's side.

"Master, your car looks good, what brand?"

As he spoke, Feng Seng took out a cigarette from his body and handed it over.

This is what he learned from Brother Sun.

When you are away from home, it is easy to do errands with smoke.

The master took a look, put away the cigarette, and clipped it to his ear.

"You must not have heard of the brand, it's a very old brand, say, what's the matter?"

The master looked to be in his fifties, and his face was full of stories.

"Actually, it's nothing, my dad is so busy every day, I want to relieve him a little pressure, I don't know how this driver can be a delivery driver?"

"Your dad? Who is your dad? "

The one standing over there."

Looking in the direction pointed by Feng Sentinel, the master saw the figure of the station master.

"The webmaster is your dad?"

The master opened his mouth wide in shock, and the smoke on his ears fell.

As soon as Feng Seng saw the master like this, he knew that there was a play.

"That's, if you don't believe it, I'll shout it now."

"Dad, you're so handsome today!"

Seeing Feng Seng waving so enthusiastically, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he quickly turned around.

"Look, my dad is shy."

The master had nothing to say now, and the station master did not refute it, which means that what this kid said was true.

"I really didn't expect you to be the son of the station master, okay, it's not a secret anyway."

"If you want to become a delivery driver like me, you need to get the recommendation of another delivery driver and the consent of the station manager."

It seems simple, but the biggest question is, will this step-dad webmaster really let him go?

As for the recommended driver candidate, this person in front of you is the best choice.

Back at his post, Feng Seng was still thinking about how he could get the station chief to agree.

After thinking about it, he felt that he had a chance only if he took the initiative.

"Dad, can I ask you something?"

"Say."

"I want to apply for a job transfer, I want to be a delivery driver."

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings instantly quieted, and those employees all stared at him, which made Feng Seng's heart suddenly lift.

Did you say the wrong thing?

You're not going to die right away, are you?

Just when Feng Seng was uneasy in his heart, the station master spoke.

"You want to be a delivery driver?"

"Hmm."

"He agreed?"

Feng Seng knew that this he was referring to was the driver over there, and he nodded again.

There was another moment of silence, and the surrounding atmosphere was quite depressing.

Feng Seng's back was full of sweat, he knew that he was gambling, but he had to gamble.

It's all this time, and Brother Sun hasn't appeared yet.

Either Brother Sun's side is also in trouble, or...

Brother Sun couldn't enter this place at all.

Whatever the possibility, he could only find a way to save himself.

In fact, it is not self-help, he wants to explore more information about this strange talk and let the people in the support group analyze it.

In this way, they may be able to find the weakness of this strange talk and hand it over to Brother Sun.

Even if he dies, his death is worthwhile.

Feng Seng did not dare to look at the station master, he was waiting for the final judgment.

After a while, the voice of the station manager finally sounded: "You want to be a delivery driver, no problem."

Feng Seng was stunned, he agreed?

"But..."

Hearing the two words, Feng Seng felt a giggle in his heart, such a turn is often not a good thing.

Sure enough, the station manager continued: "If you want to be a delivery driver, you must have a prerequisite.

Feng Whistle swallowed his saliva and asked, "What premise?"

The station master grinned, but this smile looked a little hideous.

"You're going to be a weirdo."