Everyone was unable to crack the bloody hexagon for the time being, and they couldn't just lie there in the hall in a daze, so they had to go back to their respective companies.
No matter what, you have to use your brain. It is better than lying down and waiting to die.
Before going upstairs, Chen Yang walked through the corridor outside the exhibition hall and found that the female corpse was still lying upside down on the ceiling, fixed there without any shaking.
Brother, the corpses in this round will not disappear either. The mute stood beside Chen Yang, writing quickly with a ballpoint pen.
But she was not eaten.
"Either the monster didn't eat the working meal this time, or the other party didn't have a chance to attack yet." Chen Yang walked towards the stairs. "Is your company far from Qiao Qiao's Jingfeng?"
Diagonally opposite, 402.
Chen Yang asked, "Are there other people's companies on your side?"
The mute shook his head.
"Then you should be careful and be cautious when checking the phone owner's information." Chen Yang reminded, "I'm at Changxiang Technology in 304. You can come to me if you have any questions."
Good ^v^
The little mute looked up at Chen Yang in a very obedient manner. He thought of his sister. If she were still alive, she would be like this, about the same height as his shoulders, or a little taller? Not fat, with slender arms and legs. He could carry her on his back and run around the Sanlian Bridge for several laps. When he went back, he would buy her the milk tablets she liked.
Maybe she is shy at the age of ten or has become clumsy during puberty and is unwilling to lie on his back, but in order to make him more immune to ghosts, she will still force him to watch horror movies, secretly put ghost story books under his pillow, and when he is angry, she will make him stand by the wall with his head hung as punishment, and shout "Brother, I was wrong" in a wronged manner, and come again next time.
Anyway, she must be the cutest in the world.
Chen Yang couldn't help but touch her little mute's soft hair.
The mute reacted and ran away quickly. Her two pigtails drew playful arcs in the air. She ran up the stairs, not daring to look at Chao Jian's expression.
"Youth is really..."
The word "OK" was stuck in Chen Yang's throat. He found that Chao Jian was looking at him expressionlessly with abnormal bloodshot in his eyes.
"Where does it hurt?" Chen Yang asked with a frown.
Chao Jian did not answer but asked: "Why, do you want to rub it for me?"
"Does your left leg hurt?" Chen Yang squatted down. "Let me take a look." He held Chao Jian's ankle, and the flesh he touched was stiff and hard. "I'll be gentle, don't be nervous."
Chao Jian looked up at the ceiling. The pants on his left calf were carefully rolled up. He lowered his eyes for a second and then raised them again.
“Paranoid people are suspicious.”
A straightforward voice came from above his head, and Chen Yang paused.
"I don't care about others, but you are my partner. I will doubt your sincerity and trust in me," Chao Jian paused in his hoarse voice and said vaguely, "In many aspects."
"Are you..." Chen Yangfu suddenly realized, "Don't you want me to touch the little mute's hair?" The word possessiveness popped up in his heart, causing a huge wave.
Chao Jian’s breath was choked.
Chen Yang sighed unconsciously, his eyes full of self-blame and regret. People with multiple personality disorder would not have the thinking patterns of normal people. It was his fault that he did not take it all into consideration.
Chao Jian saw through Chen Yang's thoughts: "..."
I really shouldn't expect this person to make any progress.
There were too many things running rampant in Chao Jian's heart, and he couldn't let them out. He could only lock them up in a corner and wait for an opportunity for them to see the light of day again.
"Stop squatting, you look like a puppy." Chao Jian said with disdain.
Chen Yang: “…”
"I was just checking your injuries." Chen Yang stood up and glared at him.
Chao Jian said: "That doesn't deny that you look like a puppy."
Chen Yang was completely speechless.
There was a beam of light moving in the corridor, mixed with the cool sound of a cane tapping against another.
"Now that you know I'm suspicious, what are you going to do?" Chao Jian asked casually.
Chen Yang was stunned by the question. His partner did not develop mental illness in the middle of the collaboration, but had it from the very beginning. Since he had made up his mind, he would not give up halfway.
Paranoia, violence, brutality, suspicion, neurosis… these are the things that appear when the drugs no longer work. They can be packaged up and put into a jar called "Chao Jian".
Each is a part of him.
In fact, there was one thing Chen Yang didn't tell Chao Jian. He didn't know when he had become accustomed to the other party's unstable temperament, but he still hoped that the other party's illness could be treated again.
Chen Yang firmly believes that if a person cannot control his emotions, he will never be able to live a happy and cheerful life.
"What do you want me to do?" Chen Yang kicked the ball to Chao Jian.
Chao Jian said nonchalantly: "Whatever."
"Okay, then I'll be fine with it." Chen Yang used a tone that seemed even more indifferent than his.
The sound of the cane tapping the ground suddenly stopped.
Chen Yang didn't need to use the flashlight. Just by listening to Chao Jian's breathing, he knew that he looked like he had choked on his food.
"Now you know how annoying the word 'casual' is." Chen Yang coaxed before getting angry at Jian, "You can be suspicious if you want, I will adjust myself."
The fire in Chao Jian's heart was extinguished instantly, and he was stunned.
"No matter what I do to you, can you tolerate it?" Chao Jian asked in the dark.
Chen Yang groaned: "It's hard to say." He asked tentatively, "Do you have any other personality disorders that haven't come out yet?"
Chao Jian returned his answer to him intactly: "It's hard to say."
"..." Chen Yang continued to go upstairs, holding his partner's hand, "Then let's take it one step at a time. Don't worry, there will always be a solution. Just let it go."
His attitude does not so much show that he is magnanimous as it does that he believes Chao Jian will not hurt him.
Pan Lin followed Qiao Qiao and Li Zheng back to the company. His buttocks and waist were sore, but he did not find a place to lie down. Instead, he went to Zheng Zhiqin's office.
"Knock knock" Pan Lin knocked on the glass door, "Honey, can I come in?"
No response.
Pan Lin shouted for a while with his hoarse voice, then he couldn't stand up and sat on the ground leaning against the glass door, his thin body curled up into a ball. He didn't clean it thoroughly and had a slight fever.
Qiao Qiao pushed a chair over and said, "Sit here."
Pan Lin was stunned for a moment, his eyes instantly turned red, and he said in a trembling voice with disgust: "I don't like you!"
"I know." Qiao Qiao smiled, "Sit down."
Pan Lin supported himself on the chair and climbed up, his nose twitching: "Even if you didn't look down on me in the company and didn't call me a freak, I still don't like you."
"It's okay," Qiao Qiao blinked, "I have a lot of people who like me."
Pan Lin: “…” He curled his lips. This was why he didn’t like Qiao Qiao.
But he lied. He didn't actually like Qiao Qiao, nor did he hate her.
No one hates fairies.
"Mr. Zheng is probably taking a rest. Please sit down and wait for a while." As soon as Qiao Qiao finished speaking, Li Zheng strode over and pulled her aside.
"Why do you care about him?" Li Zheng lowered his voice, his eyes a little fierce.
"You saw him walking upstairs, the way he walked..." Qiao Qiao coughed, "I think he's quite pitiful. He has to suffer more than others in the mission world."
Li Zheng rolled his eyes at her and said, "Why are you pitiful? He has a husband. Do you have one?"
"I have you." Qiao Qiao blurted out.
With a buzzing in his head, Li Zheng stepped back and raised his cell phone with trembling hands. He looked at the girl in the beam of light and found that she was natural from head to toe, without any embarrassment.
This is totally the attitude of a good buddy or good brother.
Li Zheng's burning heart was instantly soaked in ice water, and his internal organs were frozen. He put down his phone so that Qiao Qiao wouldn't hear his frustration: "No more talking, let's find clues quickly."
Pan Lin was lingering outside the office door for more than half an hour before Zheng Zhiqin let him in.
"Hmm." Pan Lin accidentally bumped into the glass door, and a bump appeared on his eyebrow. He was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes. "It hurts so much."
She acted softly and coquettishly, deliberately whimpering like a kitten.
Normally, when he did this, the man would pinch his neck, pull him onto his lap, and stroke the back of his neck, but that didn't happen this time.
Pan Lin couldn't pretend anymore, he rubbed his eyebrows and walked in dejectedly.
Zheng Zhiqin was looking at his mobile phone. On the dark screen was a close-up of a scar, which he had taken secretly with great effort.
The scar was literally dancing on his heart, a ballet dance that was graceful and romantic, with nothing to do with crude lust.
Zheng Zhiqin caressed through the screen.
"What are you looking at?" Pan Lin leaned over.
Zheng Zhiqin slowly raised his eyelids, and Pan Lin's forward movement suddenly stopped. He shrank back, not daring to look anymore.
"Honey, why are there so many scars on your face?" Pan Lin said anxiously and fearfully, "Did you run into a monster?"
Zheng Zhitan said: "Yes, you want to avenge me?"
Pan Lin's face froze. He clenched his hands and stammered, "I... I can't beat him."
"I think you are quite capable and lucky." Zheng Zhiqin was lying in a leather office chair, with his legs wrapped in trousers resting on the table. "Look at you, you just happened to find the leave application, and you were brave enough to run downstairs alone to look for someone. I really underestimated you."
Pan Lin's lips moved slightly, he wanted to say something but didn't dare to.
Yesterday he went into the office to apologize, and the man just forced him to do it. He thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect the other party to come back at him at this time.
Pan Lin had done a lot of preparation to hold on to his financial sponsor, and he knew exactly what to do at this moment. He knelt down, rubbing his face against the man's shirt at the waist, and every strand of his hair was pious.
Zheng Zhiqin was browsing on his phone and put down one of his legs that was resting on the desk. Pan Lin immediately put on his leather shoes and acted like he was infatuated with him.
The office is filled with a warm smell of money.
Pan Lin knew which angle he looked ugliest from, so he posed expertly, mouth crooked and eyes slanted as he said, "Honey, can I ask you a question?"
Zheng Zhitan: “Ask.”
"Why do you like ugly things?" Pan Lin noticed the gazes falling on him. His scalp tightened and he said in a panic, "I'm not saying it's bad, and this is not a disease. I'm just curious. I accidentally heard a few people talking about you. Really, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. They said that you were not like that before, but four years ago, you suddenly..."
After Pan Lin finished speaking incoherently, he found that the office was dead silent. He dared not move and was ready to accept punishment.
But he waited for a long time and saw no punishment. He secretly raised his head and was shocked by what he saw.
The man seemed to have fallen into a certain area in the long river of memory, willing to sink deep into it, letting the river drown his consciousness, not caring about himself at all.
Pan Lin's astonishment turned into confusion, and then a sense of crisis. Who did his sponsor think of? Bai Yueguang? First love
Could it be that being dumped caused her to become mentally disturbed and she began to regard beautiful things as ugly and ugly things as beautiful
Pan Lin bit his lip. If that was true, then Zheng Zhiqin’s white moonlight would be his benefactor.
If Zheng Zhiqin didn't criticize like crazy, he couldn't even get close to the other person's leather shoes.
With his chin lifted up by the leather shoes, Pan Lin looked up obediently.
Zheng Zhitan asked gently, "Baby, have you ever thought about what you're going to do when you get out alive?"
Pan Lin thought about it, but he shook his head.
Zheng Zhitan smiled: "Just like the headless girl in the corridor on the first floor, are you planning to celebrate your new life and travel around when you get out?"
Pan Lin's thoughts were exposed on the spot, and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment.
"You can travel, but you can't celebrate your new life. This trip doesn't represent a new life, it can only be regarded as a breath of fresh air."
Zheng Zhiqin patted Pan Lin's silly face and said, "After you get out, there will be a second mission, a third mission, a fourth mission, a fifth mission..."
"Do you understand? There are no new students." Zheng Zhiqin kissed his tearful eyes.
"Brother... Brother Qin, please help me," Pan Lin grabbed the man's hand and begged, crying, "Help me..."
"How can I help you?" Zheng Zhitan sighed.
Pan Lin pouted, tears streaming down his face: "I heard that you are an old tasker, and you have done other tasks. You have experience and must know more than me. Have you understood the taboos of this round? Brother Qin, I beg you, please give me some hints, please..."
Zheng Zhiqin felt a little relieved when he saw such an ugly face.
Pan Lin had been secretly paying attention to the man's emotional changes. Whenever he reacted, he would cry even harder and make himself uglier.
When Pan Lin's face became extremely ugly, he heard a voice above his head: "Remember, when answering other people's questions, be concise."
Pan Lin was confused: "Why?"
Zheng Zhitan: "Be good."
Pan Lin looked pitiful: "You haven't told me yet..."
Zheng Zhiqin pressed his temples, and Pan Lin quickly swallowed the rest of his words. He sobbed softly, like a plucking-feathered chicken.
Perhaps Zheng Zhitan found his sobbing annoying, so he asked generously: "What do you think is the relationship between Chen Yang and Chao Jian?"
Pan Lin thought for a moment and said, "Rare treasures and the ferocious beasts that guard them."
Zheng Zhitan: “…” Okay, that’s not wrong.
"Learn this. Good children shouldn't ask adults for answers directly." Zheng Zhiqin said and waved his hand.
Pan Lin's mind was in a mess. He didn't know what Zheng Zhitan asked him to learn. He only knew that the other party had found a clue but would not tell him directly.
Zheng Zhitan told him to think for himself.
This was going to kill him. His limited brain capacity was already filled with various strategies to please the financial backers, and there was no room for any other knowledge.
Pan Lin walked out of the office in a daze. Even if he succeeded in this task, there would be another task. Next time he might be alone and Zheng Zhiqin would not be with him.
Pan Lin stopped when he caught a glimpse of the deep sea near the window. The woman who wanted to take everyone to death yesterday but was sucked into the sea instead was now freed, completely freed, and no longer had to endure this torture.
Pan Lin's eyes gradually became empty. He walked a few steps towards the window like a lost soul and suddenly came to his senses. No! He couldn't commit suicide! The next mission was the next mission, and he had to try to get out alive in this mission.
In the office, Zheng Zhiqin rubbed the screen of his mobile phone with his fingertips a few times, and took out a white card from his trouser pocket with his other hand. On the front was his profile picture, and on the back was his ID number.
—0112.
Zheng Zhiqin scanned the string of four-digit numbers one by one. He held the white card between his fingers and played with it. He had completed many tasks, but so far he had never encountered a tasker with an ID number lower than his.
Maybe this mission has it.
A figure appeared in front of Zheng Zhiqin's eyes. He threw the white card on the table. Chen Yang was clearly still in the growth stage, but he gave him the feeling that he had a very high ID number.
There is also the shadow of Chen Yang, Chao Jian.
Zheng Zhiqin thought for a long time in the office, and was sure that this was the first time he met Chao Jian. The strange sense of familiarity aroused his curiosity. I hope their story will not disappoint him.
Zheng Zhiqin raised his phone and looked closely at the scar in the photo. He raised his lips and murmured, "So beautiful."
Chen Yang sneezed.
Chao Jian glanced at the saliva on the folder, and Chen Yang also looked over.
"Don't worry about this detail." Chen Yang wiped it off silently. He suddenly looked at the sea opposite and said hesitantly, "It seems like something swam past just now. Did you see it?"
"It's an octopus." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang immediately had an image in his mind, and he said in a dry voice: "Actually, I quite like eating octopus."
"The octopuses here swim faster than those in the real world. We can't catch them." Chao Jian frowned, "Just bear with it."
Chen Yang: “…”
"I didn't say I had to eat it now." Chen Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I just said what I felt."
"I've been here for more than a day, and this is the first time I've seen a living creature in the sea." Chen Yang lowered his voice to a level close to a whisper, "Is that octopus Xiao Huanyu?"
Chao Jian pulled out the information from the folder and said, "I swam too fast and couldn't see clearly."
Chen Yang glanced at the sea twice, there was no light at all...
This half of the building is in the deep sea.
Chen Yang let out a breath and continued to check the various formulas calculated by the taskers. From time to time, he drew a group of numbers with a pen and tried to apply them to all the taskers to see if any of them could fit.
His thoughts were blocked. Chen Yang bit the tip of his pen and thought, the important clue revealed by the hexagon may not be on the tasker, but may be related to the corpse
Chen Yang stopped biting the pen tip. There were only two pieces of information about the corpse: one, it had no head, and two, it was lying upside down.
"No beginning... No beginning..." Chen Yang walked back and forth holding the manuscript, muttering to himself, "No beginning..."
He wasn't paying attention and his knee hit the corner of the table.
A hand quickly stretched out and blocked between his legs and the corner of the table.
Chen Yang was trapped in a fog and did not notice this scene. He paced back and forth, muttering the words "no head" in a daze.
After a while, Chen Yang's mouth was dry and his head was dizzy, but he still couldn't find the answer in the fog. He sat down on the chair and looked at Chao Jian in a daze.
Unconscious behavior has no special meaning.
Chao Jian suddenly said, "This seat is occupied by the HR director of Changxiang Technology."
"Oh." Chen Yang was still in a daze. After a few seconds, he stood up suddenly. "HR?" His breathing was a little fast, and he was completely awake. "Then are there any employees of the company who would like to join as partners?"
Chao Jian asked back: "What do you want to find a partner for?"
"Look at ours." Chen Yang said, "Also... I think it might be useful. I want to see the files of all the employees in this company."
Chao Jian said "hmm", "Then let's find it."
201
The girl with glasses and a ponytail was standing at the front desk, holding a registration form that was wet with sweat.
When the wave came yesterday, colleagues and the boss of the company all ran out, but she stayed. She regretted it very much, thinking that she should have run with them.
If you run away, you won't enter the mission world.
The girl with glasses reached her hand under the lens and rubbed her sore eyes. Every time she watched a horror movie, the people around her would be startled, but she didn't react much the whole time. She would even look for highly rated movies on the Internet, just to scare herself.
This phenomenon gave her an illusion of invincibility and self-importance.
The girl with glasses curled up her hands and feet and shrank into the chair. Only after entering here did she realize that she was not very brave at all. She was just not afraid of ghosts in the movies.
But the movie and what really happened are two different concepts.
The bodies of several people who died yesterday were all eaten up, and today the head of the dead was gone. The psychological defenses of the girl with glasses were only two or three inches away from collapse. She collapsed this morning, and her mood has not recovered yet.
"cough!"
Suddenly there was a low cough outside.
The girl with glasses was so scared that the hair on her body stood up. She shrank back and dared not breathe, and her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.
Then there was another cough, and the person outside seemed to have sore throat.
After an unknown amount of time, the girl with glasses smelled a faint scent of smoke. This smell was very ordinary and common, and it silently suppressed her fear and tension, and she relaxed a little.
If it was a monster, it would have just come in through the door or wall, right
When the girl with glasses thought of this, her heartbeat that had rushed to her throat gradually subsided. She looked at her teammates who were smoking at the guardrail and hesitated whether to go out.
She wasn't very familiar with that teammate and she was afraid that the atmosphere would become dull.
But she didn't want to be alone. It felt like there was a flood or a beast in the office, and outside was the safe area.
"Click" the girl with glasses opened the door.
"Oh! You scared me!" The smoker patted his chest, feeling quite frightened.
The glasses girl's wariness disappeared because of the other party's down-to-earth behavior. She stood at the door and said, "Why are you smoking here?"
"Just walking around, feeling bored."
The girl with glasses adjusted her wrinkled skirt and combed the loose hair on her neck and the ponytail together: "You are so brave. I am also bored, but I dare not come out alone."
"It's okay as long as you don't violate any taboos." The man said as he threw away his cigarette butt.
The girl with glasses knew it, but she was still afraid. Unless there were other people walking in the corridor, she would never come out to breathe. She didn't have the courage.
"I'm tired from work."
When the girl with glasses heard her teammate's incoherent words, she adjusted her thick glasses and said, "I used to think so, but not anymore. As long as I can get out alive, I'm willing to work overtime every day even if I have no money."
"I'm tired from work," the teammate repeated.
The girl with glasses felt a little strange. She was about to change the topic when she saw the other party walk to the glass wall and draw something with his finger.
"What are you doing?" The girl with glasses walked over subconsciously.
"I'm drawing hexagons." The man's fingertips scratched the glass.
The glasses girl's eyes lit up: "Do you have an idea?"
"Got it." The man muttered, "It's okay to put it here, yeah, it's okay, let's put it here."
"You can't even see clearly if you draw on the glass with your hands." The girl with glasses moved her head closer.
"There is only one step left." The man hooked the hexagon.
The next second, the man suddenly said "Ah": "I'm here for work temporarily. I'm in a hurry and can't stay here any longer." He licked his lips and said, "Close your eyes. I'll be gentle."
The girl with glasses leaned back shyly: "What did you say..."
"puff-"
A large pool of bright red blood splashed onto the glass wall, reflecting a bloody regular hexagon.
"Slurp" "Slurp"
The excess blood was licked away by a thick, slippery tongue in a flash.
A headless corpse was hanging upside down in the corridor, followed by a faint sigh: "I'm tired from work."
Mixed in with the sigh was the sound of someone chewing a human head.