Wen Shi's words were spoken fluently and sincerely, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
Ji Yuanzhi's temples throbbed.
“…” Pei Wenwei, you are too proud!
However, Wen Shi now has the capital to be arrogant, and these one hundred people are his best confidence.
Supervisor Zhao had already left, howling in heartbreak. He was actually a person with an extremely fragile mind, which was why the young man threw him away like garbage. During the day, his consciousness was briefly controlled by Tu Bianxi.
The boy took a step forward and said, "It makes me sad when I think my brother might be bullied."
Wen Shi scratched his head: "How do you know I have to work the night shift?"
"The dorm manager on the seventh floor locked the iron door and wouldn't let anyone go up. I don't know who told me about our relationship. When I went to take down the door, the dorm manager shouted from a distance, saying that you were on night duty and might need my help."
The young man sighed, "Time was running out, so I waited downstairs for a while. I wanted to see the factory director, but I never saw him."
Someone couldn't help but say, "You may have to stay in prison until the seventh day of mourning. The factory director is gone."
The person who spoke was from Tu Bianxi's team. His original intention was to test how the old employees brought by the young man would react when they heard this sentence.
However, they just stood there expressionlessly, as if they had heard nothing.
Now, not to mention Tu Bianxi's team, even Wen Shi's teammates couldn't help but feel frightened.
Even Tu Bianxi's [Puppet] skill couldn't do this. This ability was too incredible, why would the game tolerate such an existence
Seeing the large army approaching, the deformed head sticking out from the first floor was so frightened that it almost couldn't retract its head and ran away in a hurry.
A group of people rushed into the factory, and the door almost fell down.
Outside the door, the Seven Commandments members looked at Tu Bianxi and asked, "What should we do next?"
The hot summer night breeze only made people irritable. Tu Bianxi calmed down and said, "The game focuses on balance. The fact that Pei Wenwei can currently have such a large amount of disposable power proves that this power is controllable. Otherwise, he would have attacked us just now."
Tu Bianxi touched the human face bead in his hand and said in a gloomy tone: "It's almost ten o'clock, let's go in too."
The lighting in Workshop 3 is the worst among all the workshops. There are several iron barrels next to the cold machines, and the stench cannot be blocked at all.
As a community leader, Zhou Xiaochun curiously asked Wen Shi: "Who is your brother?"
Wen Shi shrugged: "Ask the game, it's set up, I'm not sure."
Ji Yuanzhi said at this time: "Divide into three teams. You and your brother will be in a separate team. I and the other team members will be divided into two teams. Contact me by phone if you have any questions."
Zhou Xiaochun looked over in surprise. He thought Ji Yuanzhi would seize every opportunity to find out the secret of Wen Shi’s brother, but he didn’t expect that he would take the initiative to separate.
Wen Shi was not surprised by the suggestion.
He knew in his heart that in terms of decision-making ability, Ji Yuanzhi was the most suitable person to be the captain.
According to the rules, their bodies will suffer irreversible damage over time. The first hour is the most critical time, and the patrol area must be increased as much as possible during this period.
If everyone crowded together, safety might be guaranteed, but it would waste time. Moreover, Ji Yuanzhi knew that with him around, he would have to be very careful in what he said and did in order not to expose more, which would further slow down the pace of patrol.
Ji Yuanzhi opened the location listed in the booklet: "You go from the front to the back, and we will go from the back to the front."
Wen Shi nodded.
Tu Bianxi's group was also moving in groups, one of which followed Wen Shi. When Wen Shi walked, they walked, and when Wen Shi stopped, they stopped, as if they wanted to get a free ride at the patrol location without any effort.
No one can fleece himself.
Wen Shi turned and walked over to the three-person team: "You go first."
The team of two men and one woman just smiled at him, and finally the man standing in the middle said, "It doesn't seem to be any of your business whether we leave or not."
Disgusting, right
The three-man team remained indifferent, more out of testing.
Wen Shi didn't say anything more and walked forward again.
The three-man team followed. Unfortunately, before they had taken two steps, the old employee in the front row raised his fist and punched the man who had just spoken. Just as the man was about to dodge, a few more people appeared around him, and he was blocked by a wall of people. The man himself was not an offensive player, and in the end he took a punch with his face, and his teeth were loosened.
The man who threw the punch said coldly: "Don't be so stubborn next time."
After saying this, he returned to the main force.
The player covered his swollen face and said incoherently: "You just watch me get beaten?"
The woman was helpless: "Don't forget one of our goals, to determine whether the people around Pei Wenwei can take action." She paused, "Is it possible that Pei Wenwei is really a good person?"
The player who had just been beaten covered his face with his hands and angrily scolded her with a look that said "you're farting."
The woman sighed, "If it were you, with such a force in your hands, what would you do first?"
The player and another teammate subconsciously said in unison: "Kill you all."
Directly downgraded to a single-player game.
"… "
The three of them fell into silence.
Without the tail-chaser, Wen Shi felt much more at ease. He was going to the archives room. As the first patrol point listed in the brochure, this place was out of place with the other patrol points just by its name.
After the previous reminder sound, Wen Shi finally remembered to ask the boy's name again.
The young man's lips moved a few times, and in an instant he felt countless sharp thorns wrapped around him, tightening and piercing his skin. The flower buds that continued to bloom in his flesh and blood injected new desires into the wounds, like a variant of anesthetics, which relieved pain and made people excited, alternating back and forth and constantly subverting his senses.
Several residents on the sixth floor who heard him speak nearby reacted even more violently. They were sweating profusely and shaking uncontrollably all over.
When the temperature had calmed down, the boy handed over a small piece of cloth with his name written in blood.
"When my brother is free, he can recite it repeatedly, which will be of great benefit to tempering his will."
For a short while, Wen Shi didn't have the courage to look at it again.
In order to facilitate communication, the boy gave a nickname that can be used in daily life: "Jehovah, brother, you can call me Jehovah."
"… "
Seeing that Wen Shi's expression was very strange, the boy asked again: "How is Adam?"
These two seem to be the names of God.
Wen Shi has a very protective side to his personality, but even if he added a hundred layers of filters, he couldn't link the boy with God against his will.
"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael..." The boy called out all the names of the Archangels, touched the ends of his silver hair, and said shyly, "Brother, just pick one."
Wen Shi pinched his brows and asked, "What did the people you knew usually call you?"
"Owner."
"besides… "
"No one else." The boy added, "Except my brother."
you win.
Wen Shi wanted to find another character as a nickname, such as: Yuan.
The caged bird longs for its old forest, and the fish in the pond misses its old home.
When he was about to make this suggestion, he saw the light of expectation and anxiety flashing in the eyes of the same light color as his own, and Wen Shi couldn't help but soften his heart: "La... Little Rafi?"
He paused and said, "There is a very famous wine called Lafite. It's OK if I call you Raphael, but I always imagine you have a halo on your head."
"The aperture is ugly." The boy curled his eyes, as if he liked the way he addressed himself. "Then call me that from now on, brother. It just so happens that I like wine, too."
Wen Shi disagreed, "It's not good to drink at such a young age."
The boy seemed to have heard something interesting, and slid his fingertips across the fabric of his clothes: "Wine doesn't have to be drunk."
Wen Shi actually thought about it seriously and said, "That's right, I can collect it."
"… "
As expected, my brother is too kind and pure!
The archives room is located in the factory's C area, where all employee files are stored. The turnover of employees in large factories is very fast, and people disappear almost every month, and new people fill the vacancies. Therefore, working in the archives room is very hard, but it is still a position that is fought over. Administrators rarely face leaders, and they don't have to stay in the work area to deal with those heartaches.
Lao Zhao is a hard-working archive manager who has been doing this for many years and strictly requires himself not to make any mistakes.
In order to complete his work better, Lao Zhao lived and ate in the archives room. Finally, his wife couldn't stand him anymore and ran away with someone else one night, so Lao Zhao took the child to live with him.
Raising a child is troublesome, and you have to take care of his food and drink. Every time this happens, his son would cry out for hunger.
"Stop yelling." Old Zhao reprimanded the noisy child, hurriedly went to get a midnight snack, and then set up the table in the corner. Just as he was about to sit down to eat, he suddenly revealed a sinister smile: "Another takeout has arrived."
The word "takeout" is pronounced with particular emphasis.
After the door was slowly pushed open, a young man with a gentle smile walked in.
"Excuse me," the young man said in a friendly manner standing at the door, "Please don't stay in the workshop outside of working hours. Also, it's not good to eat in the archives room."
"You must be Aaron, the new employee." Old Zhao seemed to have not heard what he said at all, and enthusiastically invited him to sit down: "Come and eat with us."
As she spoke, she took out a small bowl and portioned some out for him. Little red meatballs floated in the white soup.
Old Zhao took a breath of enjoyment: "The glutinous rice balls here are especially delicious."
The young man couldn't realize that this thing was a glutinous rice dumpling.
"Mom!" The little boy next to Lao Zhao suddenly ran over and hugged the young man's thin waist.
The young man, Wen Shi, was stunned for a moment and sighed softly.
[Tiannan Scattering Flowers]The record of the battle has caused great harm to others.
The little boy turned to Lao Zhao and said, "I want this mother."
Lao Zhao angrily slammed the table: "Asshole, he is a man just like your father!"
"Mom, Mom—" The little boy began to howl, the lights flickered, the little boy's face became sunken, and his whole body began to twist like burnt charcoal.
There was already a crack in the light, but the archive room couldn't be without light. Old Zhao finally chose to compromise, and said with a look of disgust: "Okay. From today on, you are his mother."
As if realizing that his tone was a bit aggressive, Lao Zhao looked at Wen Shi, his weathered face trying to force a smile: "Are you willing to help and be his mother?"
As for requests from non-human NPCs, it is clearly stated in the duty mission that they should be rejected.
Only ghost children and infant spirits would have the urge to call him mom when they saw him. Wen Shi skipped the process of doubting and proving whether these strange scenes were smokescreens, and said according to the standard procedure: "Do your own thing."
[Hint: You refused Lao Zhao's help, he is very angry and ready to torture you. You have five more minutes to survive, please try to escape.]
Lao Zhao came over with a paper cutter and a stapler. "But his last mother ran away. To prevent you from running away, I will staple your mouth shut first to prevent you from flirting with others. I will also saw off your legs. You can leave your hands, after all, you need to hold the child."
The little boy stood aside and clapped: "Great!"
Wen Shi: "If you want me to be a mother, I have to ask my family whether they agree or not."
"You have to agree even if you don't agree!" Old Zhao said as his body gradually carbonized. He exuded a burnt smell all over his body, and his face cracked, revealing disgusting flesh.
"Really?" A soft question suddenly came from the door.
The young man spoke, but a tall and strong resident on the sixth floor walked in.
Old Zhao only saw the person coming in and laughed, "You still expect him to back you up?"
Now that you are here, don’t leave.
However, residents of the sixth floor came in one after another, all of them were big and strong, and soon half of the room was filled with people. The old employees of the sixth floor were able to survive until now, so they naturally had the ability to save their lives. They fully demonstrated the spirit of the human wave tactic, you use electric batons, I use bricks.
Old Zhao was surrounded. Wen Shi could only see a group of old employees surrounding him and could not see what was happening specifically.
The little boy was so scared that he hid under the table. Old Zhao cried and begged for mercy. Wen Shi snapped his fingers and the old residents stopped beating him. Old Zhao's charred brain tissue was beaten out. He trembled and wanted to cry but had no tears: "You have so many relatives, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
He didn't dare to scold Wen Shi, so he took out all his anger on the little boy: "You little bastard, you had to find a mother like this, you, you are committing a sin!"
Seeing this, Wen Shi said seriously: "You and Jian Haiyang will definitely have a lot to talk about. He said the same thing about his son."
Making friends carelessly will lead to sin.
"Jian Haiyang?" Old Zhao showed his high level of accomplishment as an archivist: "He has no son."
Wen Shi was stunned for a moment: "Yes, his son is Jian Qingrong, a man, who was once burned. He is now an employee of the third workshop and was once the spokesperson for Beautiful Heart."
Lao Zhao would not allow anyone to question his professionalism: "Nonsense! The previous spokesperson for the factory was Jian Haiyang. Also, there was only one fire in the workshop, and my son and I were in that fire..."
He didn't say the rest, his face became even more hideous and distorted, "After the fire, the archives room was moved to Workshop 3."
Wen Shi asked tentatively: "Could it be that your memory is confused?"
From the factory director to the employees, everyone in the factory knows Jian Qingrong.
Old Zhao picked up the paper cutter at hand and saw that the 108 generals behind Wen Shi were wilting again: "I am responsible for collecting, organizing, and identifying all the files. There is no way I can make a mistake."
"The files of all new employees will be sent here." After being burned, Lao Zhao's entire body was shrinking. He crawled quickly on the file shelves like a spider, quickly checking each one.
Wen Shi actually believed what Lao Zhao said. He felt a chill in his heart. He looked at the residents on the sixth floor and asked, "Do you know Jian Qingrong?"
The one hundred and eight generals nodded in unison.
Their joys, sorrows, anger and happiness are now dominated by their youth, and they will only respond mechanically to other things.
The young man walked forward and ordered them to tell each of them what they knew about Jian Qingrong. Every resident spoke, but all of them gave exactly the same information. Under normal circumstances, if you ask different people about a person, you will definitely get a variety of answers. This reaction is more like being forced to instill some kind of memory.
Lao Zhao had already checked every file and said with great certainty, "There is no such person in the big factory."
Buzz.
Wen Shi was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. After seeing the note, his heart skipped a beat. He calmed down and answered the call:
"Hello-"
Jian Qingrong's unusually calm voice came across the space: "It's me, where are you?"
(End of this chapter)