Wen Shi urgently needed something to break the stiff atmosphere. Finally, he glared at Wang Wei fiercely, hinting with his eyes that he should speak quickly.
Ever since Jian Qingrong showed up, Wang Wei had curled up into a ball. His head started to hurt again. It was different from the previous injury caused by the electric baton. Wang Wei covered his ears tightly and kept muttering, "I want to live in a dormitory on a higher floor."
Jian Qingrong saw Wen Shi's personal interaction. He bent down to help pick up the application form and handed it over, and whispered, "You can add one more thing: being extremely brave."
When this word is used in this scene, it is hard to tell whether it is a compliment or sarcasm.
The freight elevator was not completely repaired yet. The door was always open, and the lights flickered. Half of Jian Qingrong's face was covered in shadow. "The freight elevator often breaks down. I'm waiting for the goods to be delivered."
Wen Shi: "I came to look for you, but after walking around for a long time, I didn't see anyone."
"The first floor is for storage, and upstairs is the quality inspection area... That place was sealed off a few years ago, and the packaging is all done underground."
The scene gradually became natural. Jian Qingrong did not ask about Wang Wei, and Wen Shi tacitly did not mention what was in the box.
But he was sure that this delivery was purely Jian Qingrong's personal behavior. When he came here yesterday, Wen Shi witnessed the delivery method of the third workshop with his own eyes. One person was leaving the warehouse, and two people were supervising from behind. The name of the product would be marked on the box. It was definitely not a private delivery like this one.
At this time, Wang Wei suddenly stood up and said, "Change the dormitory. I have been transferred to the third workshop. Why can't I change the dormitory?"
He was screaming like a madman and pressing the freight elevator door closing button frantically, and it didn't seem like he was pretending to be crazy.
Wen Shi came out just in time and watched the freight elevator rise again: "Is there no one taking care of this?"
Jian Qingrong seems to have gotten used to it: "Every year, workers disappear and become alienated in large factories. As long as they are not polluted, they will not be attacked."
Wen Shi thought that the rule had changed since the monsters besieged the dormitory building last night, but not many people were taking this seriously now.
"Haisheng wants to ask you for your passbook." He said it unexpectedly.
Jian Qingrong stood there, his expression apparently unchanged, but Wen Shi seemed to be able to feel that his calm and hypocritical illusion of compassion was being torn apart bit by bit.
Facing this situation, Wen Shi did nothing but stare at the other person. He was conducting a small test. In the next few seconds, the temperature around him dropped instantly. The two stood in the narrow corridor outside the elevator. Wen Shi clearly saw Jian Qingrong lowering his eyes, covering up something deeper in his pupils.
After a while, Jian Qingrong broke the oppressive silence: "I'll take you back to get it."
Something is wrong.
Wen Shi clenched his fingers. The dungeon "Big Factory" was special. It greatly magnified the human relationships and hierarchy, and the corresponding NPC's emotions would be reflected in time. For example, when he met the factory manager, he almost instantly received a reminder of his favorability. When he disobeyed the interviewer, his favorability dropped sharply. There were also reminders of the fear value of the residents on the fourth floor, etc.
But Jian Qingrong was clearly angry now, but Wen Shi had not yet received any notification about the drop in his favorability.
Jian Qingrong was about to press the elevator button again.
"Wait." Wen Shi grabbed his wrist. He seemed to have a cold body, his hands and feet were as cold as a dead person. "This is for you."
[Universal currency: currency recognized by NPCs]
This was the silver coin that the real bride had once given him.
Wen Shi relaxed his muscles and said in a warm tone: "I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, I'm afraid of thieves thinking about it. You will definitely not be able to keep the passbook. I'll give you these silver coins. When you can't continue working in the future, you can quit your job to deal with emergencies."
He smiled brightly and without any reservation, and gave all the money to the other party.
The coldness around him faded a little, but Jian Qingrong did not close his palms, looking at the silver coins piled in his palms.
"I promised my uncle that I would take care of you," Wen Shi said sincerely, "and I am the dormitory manager, and I have the obligation to ensure the safety of the residents' property."
[Warning, Jian Qingrong's favorability towards you is 10. ]
Is it true that favorability can only go up and never go down
Wen Shi suddenly asked: "Have you ever thought about getting back something that someone forced you to do before? If so, I will try my best to help you think of a solution."
From any angle, he is a perfect and enthusiastic dormitory manager.
Jian Qingrong shook his head slowly: "I won't take anything you gave me, just think of it as..." He approached Wen Shi without warning. The distance was so close that Wen Shi could feel his breath, which was as cold as his skin. "Just think of it as a funeral gift."
"… "
The cold wind dried the sweat on his body, and Jian Qingrong's hair fell down again, returning to its harmless appearance when it was straight. "I was just kidding."
Wen Shi laughed twice in cooperation and took the initiative to press the freight elevator button: "Let's go and get the passbook."
Unexpectedly, Jian Qingrong took out the passbook from his inner pocket and handed it to him: "I just forgot, the passbook is with me, you reminded me to keep it safe yesterday..." He paused: "I was listening to what you said."
Very touching speech.
Wen Shi was so moved that his eyes flickered, so when he said he would take him back to get it, he probably wanted to trick the person back and kill him.
A hint of excitement and restlessness began to boil in Wen Shi's blood.
Having witnessed Yi Jian Pingzhi's attack with his own eyes, he knew that the other party could still harbor murderous intentions towards him at any time and anywhere, proving that Jian Qingrong might be a special NPC.
He has already mastered some of the techniques to improve Jian Qingrong's favorability. What if... What if he can improve this favorability that causes the system to issue a warning to the maximum level? Will the butterfly's wings flutter again
Stay steady.
I can't float like this.
Wen Shi temporarily suppressed this dangerous thought.
Jian Qingrong took the initiative to tell him: "The password is 744223."
"Can you do me one more favor?"
The word "help" seems to have a different meaning for Jian Qingrong. So far, everyone he helped died cleanly.
Wen Shi stuffed the application form into Jian Qingrong's hands: "Haisheng only allowed me to come out for a while, please help me bring it to the factory director. The surface is a little dirty, remember to explain it to the factory director for me."
"If I refuse..."
When he took his hand back, Wen Shi pinched Jian Qingrong's palm suggestively. It was unexpectedly soft. He raised his head and blew gently into Jian Qingrong's ear: "I order you to execute it in the name of the dormitory manager."
The thin work clothes were inflated easily, and the breath continued to extend down along the neck, giving Jian Qingrong a novel experience.
Wen Shi did it on purpose. He only focused on the skin under the collar, which was pure white, proving that Jian Qingrong was not contaminated. But there was one thing that was strange. The notice board mentioned that he had a burn accident, but at least from the area that Wen Shi had seen so far, there was no scar.
The application form seemed to contain more information.
Jian Qingrong's smile appeared and disappeared, and his favorability towards Wen Shi soared, breaking the passing line on the spot.
Sixty points.
Wen Shi couldn't help but consider the possibility of getting full marks again.
When they re-entered the elevator, the two sides stared at each other.
Wen Shi was mainly on guard. Fortunately, nothing went wrong on the freight elevator this time, and he returned to the ground floor safely. If he wanted to go out, he would have to pass by the previous office. Wen Shi couldn't help but take a look inside when he passed by. Wang Wei was back here again.
He thought about it and decided to walk over.
"I have now been successfully transferred to Workshop 3. Can I move to the dormitory..." It was a familiar sentence. Wang Wei's memory seemed to stay on that day forever.
Wen Shi didn't stay for too long. He took a look and quickly left.
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but the air outside seems to smell worse than when I just entered the workshop.
Wen Shi couldn't help but worry that if this continued, even if he did nothing, his purity would drop just by breathing. His brows furrowed even more tightly when he saw the person coming towards him.
Tu Bianxi had a strong smell of blood on his body, which could be smelled even before people approached him. It mainly came from the puppet doll on his shoulder. Its ten stubby fingers were all covered in blood.
Wen Shi immediately realized that Tu Bianxi was using puppets to do the work. Puppets don't know how to get tired, and they won't be affected by the purity of their souls. They are really a perfect assistant at work.
Tu Bianxi was also surprised for a moment when he saw him: "You really have some skills."
I actually found a way out.
Wen Shi didn't want to face him alone for too long. Old players always have some hidden cards, so Wen Shi couldn't be too confident.
There are only workshop 3 and the cafeteria further ahead. It is unlikely that Tu Bianxi will go to workshop 3. Wen Shi saw the white card sticking out of the side of his pocket and had an idea in his mind.
Tu Bianxi got the meal card from someone and now he is going to the cafeteria to eat.
This fish feels very wild.
At the same time, Tu Bianxi was also guessing the reason why Wen Shi went to the third workshop. Unfortunately, unlike his behavior that could be seen through at a glance, what Wen Shi did was still a mystery.
Seeing Wen Shi walking away without stopping, Tu Bianxi turned into workshop three.
There are unsolvable death rules, death rules, general rules, and invalid rules in the copy.
Supervisor Zhao said that people were not allowed to go to other areas without permission, but he also said that once the dormitory rules were violated, they could not be undone, while the factory rules still had room for maneuver, so this restriction was basically between invalid rules and general rules.
The moment Tu Bianxi came in, Wang Wei quickly changed places and hid. After his death, Wang Wei would avoid all foreign creatures. Wen Shi was able to see him because of the meeting reward issued by the game.
Tu Bianxi glanced around and walked to the freight elevator. There was an obvious dent in the hall door, as if something was trying to force its way in, but the door closed at the last moment, causing it to hit it.
He pressed the elevator door open and found blood inside the car. He reached out and touched it. It was not dry, but turbid and smelly. Everything proved that a battle between humans and monsters had taken place here.
He deduced what Wen Shi had done.
Going out to fight monsters
It seems like it's just slacking off.
Tu Bianxi took out a prop similar to a stethoscope and placed it on the ground. He heard the sound of people walking around and moving goods, and knew that someone was working below. He thought about it and decided not to go down rashly. If he was caught by an old employee, he might get into trouble.
He had no interest in imitating Wen Shi's slacking behavior. It was not easy to get a meal card to eat out. On the other hand, there were things in the cafeteria that attracted him, so he had to go there.
Tu Bianxi sent a message to the team members:
Pei Wenwei's score will not be low. Their team also has Ji Yuanzhi and Zhang Suihe who has the [Slacking] skill. Don't waste time on low-scoring items like drinking water and eating.
On the other side, Wen Shi quickened his pace and returned to workshop 3. He stood outside and knocked on the door because he didn't have the access card.
Haisheng came over very quickly, and Wen Shi was overjoyed when he saw the passbook in his hand. He smiled and said, "It took some time, but it finally succeeded."
After saying that, he gave the password of the passbook.
Having gotten what he wanted most, Haisheng didn't have time to care about so many things. He asked Wen Shi to go to the locker room with him and took out a new set of protective clothing from the cabinet.
"Their protective clothing is always sold out every year. I finally found a purchasing agent and stocked up on a few sets."
[Fake protective clothing: Wear it during the night shift and keep warm for an hour.]
[Congratulations on completing the single-player side quest, Soul Purity 5]
Wen Shi's spiritual purity rose back to nearly one hundred.
Very good, it’s best to keep this number unchanged.
Everyone got what they needed, and Wen Shi returned to his job.
Everyone was there, and Wen Shi told about his meeting with Tu Bianxi. Judging from the difficulty and freedom of movement, the other party's score for slacking off would definitely be much higher than eating insects, but everyone only earned the minimum points in the morning, and they would conduct more in-depth exploration in the afternoon.
Only Zhou Xiaochun was particularly concerned about Tu Bianxi's visit to the cafeteria. After asking twice in a row, he said in a deep voice, "I have deduced a method to increase the purity of the mind this morning."
In addition to Meiling Liquid, there should be other ways to increase it, otherwise the original employees of the large factory will not be able to hold on for too long.
"The answer is 'food'."
Tu Bianxi was eager to go to the cafeteria, which further confirmed that there was food there that could increase the purity of the soul. The intern meals they had eaten yesterday did not have any additional effects, which meant that only the normal employees' meals were effective.
Zhou Xiaochun sighed, "It's really amazing that he can get a meal card."
The residents on the fourth floor raised their hands one after another.
Zhou Xiaochun: “…”
Damn, that was so sloppy.
Liu Yuan was more concerned about the team battle mission and looked at Wen Shi: "How many points did you get?"
“Not out yet.”
This answer was unexpected. If the game didn't play the prompt sound, it probably meant that it didn't enter the scoring. But Wen Shi went out for a walk, so at least he could add a few points.
Wen Shi smiled harmlessly: "I can't go out for nothing. I tried to do more things, so the results may come out later."
Then he asked, “What about you?”
Liu Yuan pointed at Zhang Suihe and said, "He counted the number of times he slept, and finally concluded that people who snore and talk in their sleep will have a higher deep sleep score."
Wen Shi's facial features are distorted, so cool.
Liu Yuan looked in the direction of Ji Yuanzhi again: "He converted the smart panel responsible for reporting into a game console, played two games on it, and scored 30 points in one fell swoop."
Wen Shi was startled: "Didn't Haisheng notice?"
The smart panel is not far from the lounge area.
Liu Yuan shook his head, indicating that even they found it strange.
Ji Yuanzhi just calmly replied: "Maybe he is extremely nearsighted."
Haisheng now feels like every second is a year and can't wait to get off work. He had been planning to torture the new employees at noon and find an excuse to let them stay and continue the cleaning work. However, as soon as the clock struck twelve, he was the first one to rush out and ran to the bank to withdraw money.
As long as Wen Shi is there, you don't have to worry about food and clothing, and your team members can also get a free meal.
People are always soft-hearted. Although no one says it now, it is almost tacitly agreed that they will vote for Wen Shi as the captain before the end of the day.
Zhou Xiaochun: "Let's go to the cafeteria quickly. We also need to learn about the food rules."
As soon as he finished speaking, he met Wen Shi's indescribable gaze.
Before Zhou Xiaochun had time to figure out the reason, the old employees had already surrounded Wen Shi.
"I'm going to help the dormitory manager save a seat."
"I'll go to the window and swipe my card to buy food."
"I'll go to the beverage area to get some water for the dorm manager."
"… "
"Did you see that? What's the need for research?" Wen Shi said seriously, "If you can't lead a team, you can only work until you die."
"… "
Inevitably, everyone thought the same as Tu Bianxi. Not to mention the dormitory management, just in terms of the interview conditions, Pei Wenwei had a unique advantage.
It is abnormal that the newcomer was dragged into the A copy. This copy is very likely a peripheral copy of the special 3S copy.
Not everyone is interested in the 3S version. Without absolute strength, it would be a fatal question. Except for Zhou Xiaochun, who had the support of a big guild, and Ji Yuanzhi, who had spent money on it, the other players, after a brief moment of shock, first considered: Go to the cafeteria to eat a meal quickly, as they are starving to death.
There are four windows in the cafeteria, selling meat dishes, vegetarian dishes, staple foods and soup respectively.
There were a lot of people at noon, and there were long queues at each window, giving people a hint of fireworks that they hadn't felt for a long time.
Wen Shi walked to the seats reserved by the residents on the fourth floor and sat down. Tu Bianxi was sitting at a few tables next to him. Not long after, members of their team arrived one after another, apparently all trying to get a free meal from Tu Bianxi.
When Ji Yuanzhi saw Tu Bianxi, he used a shielding prop to ensure that his conversation could not be eavesdropped.
"Tu Bianxi's appearance here is an opportunity for us."
Thinking that Ji Yuanzhi was going to attack Tu Bianxi, Lu Tang was shocked: "He is not easy to deal with."
"Tu Bianxi is not that easy to solve," Ji Yuanzhi looked at Wen Shi, "I went around the shallow areas of the workshops yesterday afternoon. Workshop 2 is different from Workshop 1. It has ordinary locks and no separate protective doors, and the fire protection measures are good. As long as there is enough smoke, water will be automatically sprayed to extinguish the fire. If some dirt is mixed into the water and the materials are contaminated, their work for the whole morning will be wasted, and they may not be able to work normally in the afternoon."
No matter how high the score is, it is useless if you cannot complete the normal workload.
After thinking about it, Liu Yun said, "Tu Bianxi's puppet is not on him, so he must have considered this."
"Of course if we go, it will arouse suspicion," Ji Yuanzhi glanced at the old employee who was getting his meal and obeyed Wen Shi's orders, "Let them go."
Wen Shi did not nod immediately.
Ji Yuanzhi pushed his glasses and said, "If we don't take action now, Tu Bianxi will find a way to interfere with our workload in the afternoon."
Wen Shi finally spoke up: "The risk is too high. If discovered later, the old employees will be severely punished. As a dormitory manager, this is against professional ethics."
Ensuring the safety of NPCs' lives is ridiculous to anyone who hears it.
Ji Yuanzhi accepted his rejection calmly and offered Wen Shi a way out: "I overlooked this point. Abuse of power may trigger the death rule."
In fact, they all knew that the probability of triggering the death rule was less than one percent.
Liu Yuan blinked at Wen Shi: "Although it is impossible to understand, I really like your occasional kindness."
Even if the subconscious reaction is stupid, it is human nature to pursue bright and warm things.
"Kindness?" There was a hint of inexplicable confusion in Wen Shi's smile.
He is not kind, but confident. The game has not yet settled the score for slacking off, which means Jian Qingrong understood his hint and is ready to put it into practice.
Dormitory building, six floors.
The walls here were painted in an unknown color, with cracks and dark red interweaving. At first glance, it looked like a layer of flesh membrane. In the corridor filled with ghostly aura, red light was everywhere. The interviewer lived in one of the rooms, but he was almost at the bottom of the six-layer food chain, and no one dared to offend him.
The interviewer is on leave today.
At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground, trembling, and reporting the situation on the sixth floor: "The sixth floor implements a shift system, with 50 people working and 50 people resting every day."
So there are still quite a few people on this floor now.
When the interviewer went upstairs last night, the boy stood by the trash can and smiled at him. Then the interviewer took him to the room without knowing what was going on, and he was unfortunately subjected to a series of inhumane tortures. His skin was torn and his blood was almost drained. What's even more bizarre is that during this process, the itchy blue spot on the interviewer's neck actually stopped spreading.
There were two main reasons why the boy did not kill the interviewer outright.
First, he needed this idiot to be a guide to introduce the factory; second, he could feel that the other party was parasitized by something, so he just used him as an experimental subject. If his brother was also parasitized in the future, it would be much easier for him to save him. Last night, the boy tried many methods, and finally used skinning and blood drawing to temporarily suppress the spread of the parasite.
The interviewer continued, "New employees will basically be assigned to the night shift. Even if they don't take the initiative, the factory will arrange for them to work later."
The boy's tone was full of charm, and there was a white flame burning in his extremely beautiful eyes: "Look at me."
The interviewer subconsciously raised his head, as if he was possessed.
The white flames in the boy's eyes instantly burned to a climax, and a spark splashed into the interviewer's eyes, firmly suppressing the other's emotions and becoming the master of all his desires.
The bloody, cruel, yet charming succubus bloodline was once the nightmare of countless people. Under the power of summoning, he returned to the world again.
"Take me to the occupants of the sixth floor who are currently in the dormitory."
The interviewer nodded absentmindedly.
The overly young demon revealed his horns that had been hidden for a long time. The little lamb horns on his silver hair revealed an alluring and innocent innocence, just like his master's smile, pure and fierce.
"Be obedient." The boy lifted the chin of the kneeling interviewer with the tip of his shoe, and the corner of his mouth slowly curled up: "Remember, this factory will be mine sooner or later, and you—"
“… Once you enter my factory, you are my dog.”
He could feel that this brother was too kind. The resident on the fourth floor was very dangerous, but the other party was willing to take the initiative to hook up with him in order to give him a place to live.
The boy decided to send dozens of trained fierce dogs over first to ensure the other party's safety.
Jian Qingrong was standing in front of a white building.
The first floor inside is the factory director's office. He looked at the application form in his hand and for the first time felt such a strong interest in someone.
“Did you notice it…” Jian Qingrong muttered to himself, his sexy Adam’s apple rolling up and down.
When we first met, the other party rushed to clean up, as if he wanted to collect the torn papers stained with unusual liquids.
With the mood of watching a show, Jian Qingrong was waiting for Wen Shi's subsequent actions.
Report to please the factory manager? Blackmail yourself, or adopt other strategies that can maximize your interests.
I didn't expect the other party to choose to do the same.
To translate Wen Shi's last little action before entering the freight elevator, it was roughly:-
"Don't forget to deliver the application form for me."
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Do it now, immediately.
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“The surface is a little dirty.”
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You can apply something else on it.
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"shake hands."
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Let’s kill the factory manager together.
Not only did Wen Shi not report Jian Qingrong, he also gave him a second chance to poison him. Thinking of this, Jian Qingrong couldn't help but laugh softly, almost shaking all over. He had planned to let the factory director live for a while longer, but unfortunately he encountered something more interesting now.
After laughing enough, Jian Qingrong put on gloves and smeared something on the application form. Grabbing a clean corner and walking into the building, he lowered his head and knocked three times on the door of the factory director's office. No one responded, so he waited patiently for a while before knocking three more times.
Finally, an impatient voice came from inside: "Come in."
The factory director's daily staple food is the enhanced version of Meiling Liquid. When he saw Jian Qingrong, he felt annoyed for no reason. The employees who used to be submissive seemed to have some resistance recently and were thinking about moving out of the dormitory building.
"The new employee asked me to pass it to you. He's busy working overtime to boost sales." Jian Qingrong still looked like he didn't dare to look anyone in the eye. "Something happened in the dormitory last night. The application form was stained. He said he was very sorry."
The factory manager knew about the monster invasion of the dormitory building. He took the application form and sneered, "If you had a new employee as sensible and obedient as this, the factory wouldn't have to replace you."
Sensible and obedient
Hearing this description, Jian Qingrong's mouth corners slightly raised.
canteen.
[Warning, Jian Qingrong's favorability towards you is 10. ]
[Warning, Jian Qingrong's favorability towards you is 5. ]
While waiting for the meal, I heard the cold prompt tone of the system. When Wen Shi was praised for his kindness, he spread his hands and asked, "What do you think?"
Liu Yuan thought she was asking what his hands looked like, so she told him the truth: "They look great. A hand control person would definitely not be able to control himself when seeing you."
The fingertips are like bamboo shoots, white with distinct joints, and can be called works of art without any impurities.
"You are wrong," Wen Shi said with a smile, "You have not seen its greatest advantage."
Liu Yuan was puzzled.
Wen Shi: “It’s very clean.”
He used other people's hands to commit crimes and got away with it cleanly.
(End of this chapter)