The change in the sound is very subtle, but when there is a little bit of noise around, even if the reincarnators don't turn off the lights and concentrate their senses, they can't notice it.
When he noticed that the voice changed, Zhou Ying consciously manipulated his mobile phone to turn on the lights to illuminate Xiao Li.
This place is not unfamiliar to the reincarnators, it is the back door of the canteen in the future paradise.
They eat at noon and at night in this staff canteen, which is just like an ordinary restaurant in reality. The tables stand next to each other, and the food is relatively plentiful.
Reincarnators enter the cafeteria from the front door that they have passed by before, and this is the door of the back kitchen of the cafeteria, which is usually used to transport ingredients and throw garbage.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The sound of heavy objects falling continued.
Xiao Li tentatively pushed the door of the back kitchen, found that it was unlocked, and walked in, then motioned Zhou Ying to lower the brightness of the phone, the light on the phone became quite weak, and could only barely see.
Fu Guangbo followed behind, his face was not very good, a terrible possibility emerged in his mind: "Will the food we eat be..."
"What's in these pipes?" Zheng Yi continued.
Ye Zeqing's face was also darkened, and he couldn't care about the cold image he tried to create, so he uttered a national curse: "Fuck."
"I don't think so." Chen Jinghan remembered the food in the daytime, but did not make a blind guess. "The texture of beef in the daytime is obviously beef. I have learned this knowledge in order to lose weight before, and I can carefully distinguish between various types of meat. Taste, not other meat."
"That's good." Fu Guangbo breathed a sigh of relief.
There is a huge stove in the back kitchen, with a huge pot on it, as well as many pots and pans, and there are several layers of freezers.
However, unlike the outside world, the water pipes in the office building are all repaired inside the walls, but here, they leak out bare from the corners of the walls.
Several sewer pipes were twisted like a gluttonous snake in a circle in the air, meandering together from the corner of the wall, and converging above the heads of the reincarnators, leading to a black plastic pipe that was several times wider.
And this pipe descends vertically from the sky, leading to the next layer deeper.
You can barely see through the gap in the ground, and below it is a blood-red pool the size of an entire room.
There was blood on it, and from time to time corpses were mixed with blood clots that had already solidified and blackened and fell into the blood pool, bubbling blood.
However, the strange thing is that sometimes it is not a stump that falls into it, but a pale white round object that falls directly into the blood pool.
Xiao Li lay on the ground and watched for a while, and the smell of blood became stronger.
"What's... in here?" Fu Guangbo also leaned over to look at it in the same posture. "So many corpses and blood are all from the security guards before? What are these white things?"
Xiao Li thought for a moment: "It will never be a table tennis ball soaked in bleach."
Fu Guangbo: "..."
Xiao Li continued to look at the falling white sphere. At the moment when a sphere was facing him and submerged in the blood pool, he saw a struggling face on it.
Spirit... body? To collect these things, Mr. Sun probably couldn't use them to take a bath, but to do something about "the truth behind the paradise".
Gotta spoil it like a way...
Xiao Li touched his chin, looked left and right, and finally stood up from the ground on one hand.
Then he lowered his head to search, opened the cabinets under the back kitchen one by one to check, and finally put forward what he was looking for in the middle box.
Fu Guangbo squinted for a while in the dark, and found that it was something everyone knew: vinegar, soy sauce, light soy sauce and other condiments.
"You, do you want to...?" Fu Guangbo stammered.
Xiao Li picked up a bottle of vinegar with one hand, unscrewed the lid, and then pulled out a kitchen knife from the chopping board, and made two gestures. Just as he was about to use the knife, Shen Mizhi suddenly pulled him.
Xiao Li:
He turned around and saw that the other party was holding a pair of plastic gloves that he had just obtained from somewhere and put it on him.
The young man's expression was as serious as he was putting a ring on a loved one, and every finger was neatly arranged for him without wrinkles.
Soon, Shen Mizhi let go of his hand reluctantly and automatically retreated to the side.
The body temperature belonging to outsiders receded, and the tactile feeling across the finger cots disappeared completely. Xiao Li bent his fingers unnaturally, but he didn't thank him anymore. He turned his head and moved his index finger, and used a kitchen knife to cut the plastic. There was a hole in the pipe.
The sticky blood donation quickly poured out from the small opening, staining Xiao Li's gloves red.
He raised the kitchen knife, held it against the opening, and then poured the vinegar in his left hand into it.
"Goo-dong--"
A gust of acid overflowed from the opening, and soon, a bottle of vinegar was poured out, and Xiao Li changed to another bottle of soy sauce.
Fu Guangbo: "..."
"Look again to see if there is any stock of these things." Xiao Li did not forget to tell the others.
The kitchen uses a lot of cooking, and almost must have a lot of these condiments. Soon, Zheng Yi quickly found a new box of vinegar from the storage room and moved it over.
Xiao Li emptied the soy sauce in his hand, glanced at the time displayed on the phone, and suddenly signaled Ye Zeqing to come over: "Come here."
Ye Zeqing: "What?"
Xiao Li stepped aside a little bit, let go of his gloves, took off his gloves, came to the edge of the sink, and began to wash off the blood on it.
The opening was not large, but due to gravity, a little blood still splashed onto Xiao Li's face. He had to turn his head to wipe the bright red with his thumb, and then rinse it off slowly.
Fu Guangbo looked at his profile, and inexplicably thought of the story about Hercule on the forum - well, it actually looks a little like a cold-blooded murderer.
Xiao Li washed the gloves and handed them to Ye Zeqing, pointing to the opening on the water pipe: "You come and go."
This is simple.
Ye Zeqing eagerly raised his sleeves, put on gloves, and poured seasonings into it like Xiao Li did before. He started to play, and sprinkled a few bags of salt and sugar.
Seeing Ye Zeqing getting started, Xiao Li glanced at the time and spoke at a rare speed: "Let's go, you stay."
The last three words were addressed to Ye Zeqing.
Ye Zeqing was stunned for a moment: "You want to leave me alone? Where are you going?"
Xiao Li: "The pavilion."
"Don't you want to go?" Fu Guangbo asked stupidly.
"We still have to go," Xiao Li had already started to walk out the door, "and go in a panic."
"Yan Luo, you stay here, you have a ghost body, and you are relatively safe. After you are finished, take the elevator upstairs, go to the nineteenth floor, and start patrolling."
The corners of Ye Zeqing's mouth began to twitch. He didn't want to show his fear, but he still said, "Can't I just finish it up with you? And what am I going to do there?"
"Paralyze your opponent, you don't want to?" Xiao Li didn't want to waste time, and turned to Zheng Yi, "Then—"
Before waiting for Zheng Yi to reply, Ye Zeqing had already interrupted him one step ahead, gritted his teeth and said, "No, I'll go, this is the performance of your trust in me the most, I... I'll go."
Zheng Yi was not convinced, but did not directly object.
Xiao Li nodded, and finally took out the little yellow book, called out the eternal soul umbrella, handed it to Ye Zeqing, and whispered a few words to him.
Ye Zeqing held the umbrella handle and felt a lot more at ease. When Xiao Li and the others left, he turned around and stopped disguising the cold sweat on his forehead, and began to speed up the pollution of the blood pool.
And when everything was done, he took off his gloves, put away the empty bottle, and threw it in the cabinet. As Xiao Li explained, he held up the eternal soul umbrella, wrote Xiao Li's name on the umbrella, and held it up. Take the elevator.
Since the Eternal Soul Umbrella has opened many seals, one of the additional functions is to open the camouflage function.
Xiao Li has confirmed that with his consent, this function can also be used on others.
On the other side, Xiao Li ran out of the office building in a hurry. He had already told the others, and now the others followed him, and they kept patrolling the front and running to the exhibition hall.
Like... chasing something.
Time: 11:35.
the other side.
Below the blood pool is a huge basement that occupies the entire office complex.
Or it can no longer be called the basement, it should be called the underground palace.
This basement is lit with lights that illuminate the entire first floor.
Mr. Sun and his friends were already in place. They stood on the glass stairs, looking at the vacant sculpture below, and made the final preparations.
At the bottom of the glass ladder, there is a pond that has been carved in thousands of ways.
In the center of the pond, stood a statue that was as tall as a human being.
The front face of the statue is a man, with sharp edges and corners, and an arrogant look.
Mr. Sun looked at the Big Ben hanging on the other side, clenched his hand into a fist, and smashed his heart: "Come on, come on."
As long as this time is successful, he will be able to get the divine deliverance.
The friend across from him also looked a little excited, but he immediately looked down at the book he was holding, took out the pen and wrote a line on it.
A black shadow emerged from the side, and it said in a hoarse voice: "There are... there are two 'hes', near the exhibition hall X, and one is on... the eighteenth floor... "
"Two?" President Sun frowned, "Is it his prop?"
The friend thought for a moment: "When did you go?"
"11:35, and 11:40."
"What is he doing in the office building?"
"Look, look for the water pipe."
- As Sombra said, Ye Zeqing was holding the eternal soul umbrella and was tapping the water pipes around, as before, following the sound of water droplets.
Mr. Sun waved his hand: "No matter which of them is him, one is in the exhibition hall and the other is above, and it will not affect us."
"No, I was thinking..." the friend said slowly, "although it is unlikely, but since there are such replicative props, he may also pretend to be someone else..."
President Sun was stunned: "You wouldn't doubt me, would you? I've always been here with you."
"No." The friend shook his head.
At this time, the black shadow took the initiative to speak: "He from the exhibition hall... is here."
At this time, the time is very close to zero.
A smile appeared on Mr. Sun's face, and he said in a longing tone: "It's okay, let him come, let him come together to welcome the coming of God."
When their goal is achieved, all the problems will be solved at the moment when God comes into the world.
Even if 5,000 reincarnators join forces, the outcome is the same.
…
Time passed by, and Xiao Li's return was not hindered. When he found the stairs leading to the underground palace in the logistics office, President Sun was standing below to greet him.
"welcome."
Xiao Li looked at the rippling smile on his face: "Your next sentence won't be 'Are you still satisfied with what you see'?"
Mr. Sun was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I didn't want to say that, but now I can use this sentence to welcome you. Are you satisfied? You should feel honored to die after seeing God descend."
Xiao Li raised his eyebrows: "God descended?"
He looked at the statue in the pool.
"The greatest god in the world," Mr. Sun said with a face full of admiration, "the time has come, join me to welcome my lord."
Arrived at zero.
The hanging hand of the Big Ben clock had been programmed, and it began to shake from side to side, making a loud noise.
The top slide plate of the idol pool split to both sides, and the blood pool above the head flowed into the pool along a special pipeline. The black and red flesh was mixed with the white spiritual body, filling the magic circle needed for the sacrifice bit by bit.
The color of the blood pool is no longer bright red, but black, but this adds a ghostly atmosphere to the pool.
The liquid was sucked up by the statue and gradually filled the entire statue.
Looks good, but…
There seems to be something wrong.
Mr. Sun took a breath, the air was filled with a... sour, sweet, bitter, and salty taste.
It sounds bad, like someone knocked over the seasoning for dark dishes.
The smell was so disgusting, Mr. Sun took two sharp breaths, the huge psychological gap intertwined, and he suddenly retched while holding his stomach.
It wasn't just gastric juices that he vomited, but his broken heart.