"I'm..." Wen Shi hadn't finished telling a lie when he suddenly remembered that Jian Qingrong was pushing a box of living things during the day. Maybe he had spies in the third workshop who watched him enter the archives room.
Outside the archive room, a snake-like monster body was entangled in a plastic pipe embedded in the wall. Going up the pipe, there were more rotten and disgusting monsters, all of them staring at the light in the archive room.
"Patrol, just patrolled to the archives room."
The person on the other end of the line probably didn't expect him to admit it directly, and the low, hoarse voice carried some interest that wasn't usually there: "There are rumors of ghosts there, be careful."
Wen Shi walked to the window. There was no one on the road and he could only see the emergency broadcast pole. However, he had a strong illusion that he was being spied on.
His eyelashes moved, and Wen Shi leaned against the windowsill in a lazy posture, stretching out his hand as if he was foolishly trying to reach the moonlight in the sky. He asked instead of answering, "I was thinking, if someone I promised to take care of is said by others to be false, what can I use to prove that he existed?"
[Warning, Jian Qingrong's favorability towards you is 10. ]
At the door, the young man quietly watched Wen Shi's immersive performance and gave him a perfect score for the sadness in his eyes.
On the other side, Jian Qingrong seemed to be silent for a moment. He had never heard such hypocritical words before. After a moment, he said, "I left a gift for you in the quality inspection area."
Communication interrupted.
Wen Shi listened to the busy tone and shook his head, "How heartless."
He opened the booklet and put a '√' in the small box at the back of the archive.
Almost at the same time, the prompt sounded:
[Dedicated night security guard, congratulations on completing the patrol of the archive room. You have obtained a formal employee work badge*1 and a piece of paper fragment*1 (the memories of the original employees about how to go to the sanatorium). ]
There were only two words on the fragment: shuttle bus.
Then a line of information will appear automatically:
[Shuttle bus to Dachang: Dachang is located in a remote area, with only one bus a day, which is not punctual. To facilitate the daily travel of regular employees, Dachang is equipped with an employee shuttle bus, and you may need to find out the departure time.]
The writing on the work badge has become blurred, which means that you can pretend to be a regular employee and take the company bus.
Wen Shi put away his work badge and hooked his finger at the old Zhao and his son: "Follow me."
Old Zhao held on to the filing cabinet tightly.
More than a hundred pairs of eyes stared at him unkindly, and asked imposingly: "Are you unwilling?"
Old Zhao grabbed his son from under the table and said, "No, I'm just too happy! Too excited!"
The reason why Wen Shi wanted Lao Zhao and his son to stay was simple. The residents on the sixth floor were not omnipotent, and as time went by, their physical fitness would probably decline. In order to prepare for a rainy day, they needed to replace them with fresh blood.
The young man helped to direct the group in an orderly manner, and assigned twenty people from the guests: "Stay here for two hours, and leave if you can't hold on any longer."
Without the administrator and his son, it would be like giving away a patrol point for free. He would not let others take advantage of his brother's situation.
As one increases, the other decreases. The human body is gradually weakening, and the number of ghosts will continue to increase.
The old Zhao and his son did not realize that they were gradually emitting cold air, and the coldness was getting stronger and stronger. They would borrow them for two hours first, and then return them. At that time, when others came to check in at the patrol point, they would have to face two evil spirits.
"Let's go?" the boy asked.
Wen Shi looked at the booklet without saying anything. After a long time, he nodded.
Jian Qingrong said he left a gift in the quality inspection area. His next patrol point was also the quality inspection area. There was no such coincidence in the world. He was more certain that Jian Qingrong's spies were among the monsters in the third workshop.
"emegency notice!"
Suddenly, an urgent alarm sounded outside. Not only in Workshop 3, but the beeping sound almost covered the entire factory.
"Emergency notice! We are about to announce a very sad news."
The voice of the reporter seemed to be choked with sobs.
Wen Shi guessed something and felt indifferent and even wanted to laugh.
"Because the factory director has not returned yet, the dormitory manager went to look for him personally. Just now, the dormitory manager found the factory director's body, which was not yet completely cold, in the office!"
Wen Shi's smile faded and he frowned. It was not a good thing for a death notice to be so detailed.
"Based on the investigation of the scene, we suspect that it was an inside job and we have now identified Jian Qingrong as a major suspect. Surveillance footage shows that he was the last person to see the factory director today."
"According to investigation, the suspect Jian Qingrong is currently missing. The suspect was affected by the first version of Meiling Liquid, and his IQ is underdeveloped. There must be other masterminds behind this. The factory will provide a reward of 1,000 yuan and three bottles of enhanced Meiling Liquid to any employee who can capture the suspect alive."
The mastermind, captured alive.
In other words, just hold your breath.
This is equivalent to relaxing the restriction that players cannot kill each other within the scope of Wen Shi. In this way, he not only has to guard against Tu Bianxi and his team, but also his teammates.
[Run away.]
Wen Shi sent a message to Jian Qingrong, giving very detailed advice: [Don't go outside, you might encounter monsters. The most dangerous place is the safest. Consider hiding in the factory director's office.]
He then sent a message to the former dormitory manager on the fourth floor: [I am responsible for the personal safety of the residents on the fourth floor. Please do not do anything you shouldn’t do.]
This indirectly hinted to the dormitory manager not to meddle in other people's business and arrest Jian Qingrong.
As expected, Wen Shi once again received a warning about increasing his favorability.
When passing by an office, Wen Shi couldn't help but stop.
There were many propaganda newspapers on the yellowed walls, which published the glorious deeds of the spokespersons of Beautiful Mind. Since Jian Qingrong was transferred to the third workshop, there were more and more propaganda newspapers here.
"Jian Qingrong, an employee of our factory, has been taking care of his bedridden father year after year. He lives frugally and donates money every month. He even donates blood twice as often as others..."
Wen Shi took a quick look, thought for a moment, and asked the resident on the sixth floor behind him, "Does the factory conduct physical examinations?"
Everyone nodded.
“Where are blood donations and physical examinations conducted?”
"nursing home."
When he asked further questions about the sanatorium, the residents on the sixth floor just shook their heads, indicating that they didn't remember. Wen Shi didn't feel disappointed, because at least he knew one thing for sure: Jian Qingrong went to the sanatorium more often than the average person.
He pointed at the photo of Jian Qingrong in the propaganda newspaper and asked sideways: "You have met him once. Do you think he is a human being?"
Under the light, the boy hesitated for a rare moment: "It's hard to say."
The other person does not have the spectrum of desires that a normal human being should have. He is like a cold reef, lifeless.
Wen Shi decided to go to the quality inspection area first to see what Jian Qingrong had left for him.
The locations listed in the front of the booklet are almost all on the ground, and the quality inspection area is on the third floor, which is one of the two worst-lit places in workshop three.
When Wen Shi walked over there, he clearly felt that the temperature around him had dropped a lot. The hot summer weather should have frozen people awake, but he couldn't help feeling sleepy and his eyelids drooped.
"Brother." The boy called him.
It was as if he had fallen down the stairs in his sleep. After a violent heart palpitation, Wen Shi rubbed his eyes.
The booklet says that it is best not to work alone, and this is not an exaggeration.
There is a staircase right in front of us.
There was a middle-aged man standing next to the stairs. Wen Shi had an impression that he was the chef who served meals to the interns in the cafeteria. He had actually set up a small stall there. He smiled and said, "Can you take care of your night shift business?"
In front of the cafeteria uncle's stall were the two men and one woman who had tried to follow Wen Shi before. One of the male players was lying on the ground with his limbs chopped off and his ears cut off, and blood was constantly oozing from the wound.
The uncle in the cafeteria must be a human being. The factory would not allow monsters to work.
According to the rules of duty, anyone who is there must be helped. Wen Shi walked forward, ignored the two men and one woman, and replied with a smile as if nothing had happened: "Okay."
It smells very good, and the faint aroma of meat penetrates into the nose, corroding the mind.
The administrator, Lao Zhao, kept swallowing his saliva: "The glutinous rice balls made by the canteen chef are the best."
Wen Shi glared at him and Lao Zhao immediately shut up.
Wen Shi asked: "Can I buy on credit?"
The uncle was very easy to talk to: "Sure, just come to the cafeteria tomorrow and swipe your meal card."
Then he took out a price list.
Wen Shi had a meal card given to him by the residents on the fourth floor, and he handed it directly to the uncle to swipe.
"Tip: You have five seconds to pick the item you like."
There are many varieties on the price list.
[Special dishes: glutinous rice balls; scrambled eggs with tomatoes; braised spareribs
Staple food: rice; steamed bread; bread
Snacks: braised rice crust; chocolate
Drugs: Antibacterial drugs; Collagen oral solution
Meiling Liquid: First Edition Meiling Liquid; Improved Edition Meiling Liquid]
Wen Shi took a quick look and two seconds had passed.
"Have you decided what you want?" the uncle in the cafeteria asked with a smile, as if he was not afraid of the group of thugs following Wen Shi.
The two players from Tu Bianxi's team tried to stop their companion's bleeding while waiting for Wen Shi to suffer the same fate.
“3s, 2s…” The game counts down considerately.
At the last second, Wen Shi pointed at the antibiotics: "This one."
The smile on the cafeteria uncle's face faded a little: "Have you thought about it? Medicine is three-quarters poison, you are still young, you can resist if you feel unwell..."
Wen Shi interrupted his chatter: "That's it."
The cafeteria uncle's smile completely disappeared, and after swiping the card, he returned the card to him unhappily.
Wen Shi did not leave immediately, but observed the male player on the ground, who was already bleeding to the point of shock. Wen Shi frowned, realizing a very dangerous problem: the potion that restored life was ineffective during the night shift.
The chef carried the male player like a wild boar. The man and woman did not dare to stop him. They could only watch as the chef stuffed the man into an iron bucket and pushed him to a machine in the distance.
Yesterday afternoon, when Wen Shi came to the third workshop to beat Haisheng, he was tripped by an iron bucket filled with corpses used to feed monsters. It turned out that they were all made by the chef.
"Some things won't bother you if I'm full." The canteen chef said this, packed up his stall and left.
The remaining two players wanted to talk to Wen Shi, but they were afraid of the people following him, so they finally gave up the idea.
Wen Shi knew they wanted to ask why he chose antibiotics. The chef had already closed his stall. With the idea of doing good deeds every day, he said two irrelevant things: "The food hygiene license is hung on the cart, proving that the uncle will not sell poisonous things. And Supervisor Zhao emphasized that drinking is prohibited during the night shift."
"I see." The female player closed her eyes. The chef who only sold safe food might have added wine to the food. However, antibiotics and wine could not coexist, so antibiotics were the only safe food that would not trigger the 'night shift rule'.
Their companions chose glutinous rice balls, which the chef asked them to eat immediately. Now it seems that they were more like rice dumplings made with fermented glutinous rice.
In fact, if they were given more time, it would not be difficult to figure out the truth, but unfortunately there were only five seconds.
As the cart moved away, the stairs suddenly became empty, and Wen Shi stepped onto the first step.
[The purity of your mind decreases by 2. ]
He tried another step.
[Your spiritual purity decreases by 3. ]
There were at least a dozen steps ahead. At the end of the stairs, a monster appeared out of nowhere. He half-crouched on the ground, and when the corner of his mouth twitched, a piece of rotten flesh fell off his face and rolled down the stairs to Wen Shi's feet.
Stepping on the wrought iron stairs gave a feeling of being suspended in mid-air. Wen Shi looked back and saw a group of people behind him, and he felt safe again.
He put on the fake protective suit that he got from Haisheng in exchange for his passbook.
Almost as soon as I got on, warmth enveloped my skin again, and the purity of my mind continued to decline, but this time it was much slower, almost dropping by a few tenths of a second.
Wen Shi ran up the stairs at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and in just a few seconds, he stood in front of the monster.
“?” He actually came up.
The group of people carrying weapons behind also followed up.
The monster didn't want to be beaten, so it put away its arrogant attitude, turned around and rushed into the iron gate at the back. Strangely, it seemed to have no entity and disappeared directly at the door.
There was a large long box hanging on the door with two white seals on it, one for sealing the door and the other with the words "From Aaron himself" written on it.
This should be the gift Jian Qingrong left for him.
The boy who had been silent since just now suddenly grabbed Wen Shi's arm and said, "Something is wrong with this place."
The administrator and his son seemed to be very frightened as well, hugging each other and trembling.
Regardless of whether you want the gift or not, the quality inspection area is behind the door, and Wen Shi has to remove the seal when patrolling.
Risks and benefits are linked. The boy understood Wen Shi’s choice from his eyes and let go of his hand to stop him.
"No matter what gift you give me, it can't compare to mine." Under the light, the ends of the boy's silver hair seemed colder and sharper than Lao Zhao's paper cutter: "I can lend my power to my brother. I am the best person for him."
Possessiveness is the devil's innate instinct.
Wen Shi tore off the seal and untied the rope on the door.
He could faintly hear some sound coming from the box. Wen Shi moved back a little, took a deep breath, and finally opened the box.
Before that, he was prepared for a monster to jump out from inside.
A faint stench of corpse wafted over, and with the dim light, Wen Shi could see clearly what was inside: a corpse that had been tied up like a dumpling.
The skeleton struggled desperately, and its face, which was only covered with some shriveled flesh, looked hideous and helpless.
"What is this?" the boy came forward.
Wen Shi was silent for a moment, then said, "The father of the person who gave the gift."
For the first time in his long life, the boy felt stunned.
That’s right, the thing in the box was none other than Jian Qingrong’s father, the old ghost from Room 401.
Next to the skeleton was an exquisite black card: Weapons.
The implication is that Wen Shi can use the old man ghost as a weapon and use it as a hidden weapon at the critical moment.
Standing on the stairs and looking from this angle, Wen Shi could see the propaganda poster on the wall not far away. He clearly remembered the records on it about Jian Qingrong's filial piety, such as how he carried his sick old father up and down the stairs day after day for several years.
"… "
Jian Qingrong, you are such a filial son!
(End of this chapter)