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After staying in room 216 for a while and then coming out, I don't have to worry about encountering Chad in a short time.
Therefore, Feng Bujue's pace also slowed down a little.
Long story short, ten minutes later, he re-entered the elevator and pressed the button marked 1.
The elevator doors closed slowly and there was a rumbling sound.
Not long after, the door opened again. In front of the door is a corridor that is only five meters long, and on the opposite side is a thick metal door.
"Why is it like a bank vault..." Feng Bujue muttered, and walked out of the elevator.
During the few steps from the elevator door to the blood bank door, he seemed to have figured something out, and suddenly smiled: "That's right... In the Monster Kingdom, things like blood really need to be kept well."
Soon, Feng Bujue took out the key and opened the door of the blood bank. Before entering, I heard someone talking inside: "Who is it?"
The voice of this "human" is very unique, just like the hooting of an owl. Even if he speaks a short sentence, there will still be a strange sound of "cuckoo..." in his throat.
"It's me..." Feng Bujue's reaction was so fast, he replied without thinking, "Lester."
"Oh..." The speaker responded casually.
Brother Jue was replying, while already looking into the house...
Behind the metal door is a space of about 200 square meters. Compared to other rooms in the hospital, it was surprisingly spacious. There is only one desk in the middle of the entire blood bank, and the low-temperature cabinets for storing blood are neatly arranged around the room and stand against the wall.
At this moment, the "person" sitting at the desk is slowly flipping through a magazine, and the other party seems to have a common attitude towards the visit of "Lester".
"Because it's underground... so the space is spacious..." Feng Bujue walked into the door, looked at the surrounding environment and read.
"You are on duty today." The person sitting at the table spoke again.
After getting closer, Feng Bujue noticed that this guy is also an extremely curious-looking NC...
This person's face can be divided into three layers... First, the bottom layer of his skin is rock-like in texture, with pits and pits, and a faint light appears; then, on this layer of skin, a thin layer of pale Green hair, it looks quite soft... Finally, on the outer layer of its face, there is a layer of fence-like substance, covering the face in a cross pattern, the texture is very similar to human nails.
When Feng Bujue saw this face, three words immediately popped into his mind: "What is the purpose of your coming to Earth? Is this performance art? Are you itchy?"
Of course, he wouldn't really say these words.
"Well, it's me." After a quick glance at the other party's badge, Jue Ge continued, "How is tonight... Frank?"
"It's the same thing," Frank replied. "Those of us who work seventy-two hour shifts (some monsters only sleep once a few days), it's the same all the time." With a glance, "You came just in time, can you help me peel an apple?" He pouted towards an apple placed on the table.
When Feng Bujue heard this request, he couldn't help but feel a little strange, thinking: This guy can't peel himself? And...how did he know I happened to have a pocketknife on me
Although he was a bit suspicious, Feng Bujue followed the other party's words in order not to show his flaws. He picked up the apple, leaned against the edge of the desk, facing a wastebasket, and began to peel the fruit.
"Thank you, I trouble you every time." Frank said, put down the magazine in his hand, and took the document and pen from the desk, "Are you here to draw blood for the count?"
"Could this guy be able to read other people's thoughts..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Impossible... Could it be that he has seen through me?"
"Ah... yes." Brother Jue was dripping with cold sweat, but on the surface he still put on a normal look and responded to the other party in a calm tone.
"Well, I'll just fill out a few documents." Frank lowered his head and got busy while speaking, "Just wait a moment."
Only then did Feng Bujue notice that Frank's left hand seemed to be disabled. His left hand had no fingers, but two short stones (meat for him) protruding from the palm. Frank could barely hold the paper with this hand, but he certainly couldn't hold an apple or a knife.
"You're such a nice person, Lester." Frank said, "Well... I don't know who else will come here to peel apples for me after you leave." He shook his head and let out another long sigh.
"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled, and replied, "Maybe... other people's views are different from yours, and there are many people who are looking forward to my departure?"
Brother Jue remembers very clearly that the prologue at the beginning of the script mentioned... "No one likes you, Lester"; "The personnel department has decided to fire you, and you will be replaced by a gentleman who is about to retire... Everyone Everyone thinks he can do a better job than you"...
"What are you talking about?" Frank raised his head, his eyes became brighter, "You are the most popular employee here... Although you often do things that are not in accordance with the rules, you are always helping everyone Everyone is very sad to hear that the dean is determined to expel you."
"What?" Feng Bujue stopped peeling the apple, his expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Wait... so... where's Chad? He probably wants me to leave, right?"
"What happened to you today? You said something strange." Frank replied inexplicably, "You and Chad are best friends, you have been best friends from preschool to high school." He sighed slightly, "I know that after the death of his sister, Chad has been unable to get out of the shadow of grief, and blamed you for this, but I think you will reconcile in the end..."
When Feng Bujue heard this, his expression suddenly changed and his thoughts changed: "What's going on... It's different from the paragraph at the beginning of the script..." Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, "Wait... If the person who said that paragraph The person... is the dean... "
...
Two minutes later, Feng Bujue finished peeling the apple, put it in front of Frank's eyes, and said with a smile, "Okay, buddy."
Frank said: "Ah... I'll be busy here for a while." He tilted his head slightly, "The blood type is in the old place, in cabinet No. 17, you can just take two packs."
"Okay." Feng Bujue responded, walked to the wall and opened the freezer, and took out two packs of type blood.
Then, he turned around and walked towards the door.
"Uh... Let me ask by the way." When Feng Bujue walked to the door, he stopped again, turned around and said, "You should know the date and time, Frank?"
This is an obvious thing. A person who works in an underground blood bank and only works in shifts once every seventy-two hours should have a timer. Otherwise... In case the person taking over from him doesn't come, he will probably stay there without knowing it...
"Now it's..." Frank didn't look at any clocks or instruments, his eyes suddenly became serious, "December 6, 3:30 in the morning." He paused, looked up into Brother Jue's eyes and said, "Lester... your time is really running out."
He is not the first person (or ghost) to remind Lester to pay attention to "time"... But the system has never given any relevant prompts.
"I'll do it as soon as possible, don't worry." Feng Bujue replied, and then he was silent for two seconds, before leaving the door, he still left a sentence, "You... Take care."
At this moment, Brother Jue looked solemnly, he seemed to know something...
He quickly walked into the elevator, returned to the second floor, and then ran in the corridor.
"Sure enough..." Feng Bujue read while running, "When I 'realized', a physiological reaction appeared..." He looked down at his hand, and the entire palm turned purple-black.
"Huh..." He tried to exhale, but a white mist appeared.
"Time is really running out." Feng Bujue said in his heart, "The props that are still unclear are... a white sock, a backup key that can open some kind of door, and a small mirror... I hope I can use it ..." He glanced at his palm again, "Phew... after handing in the blood delivery task, I have to go up to the third floor anyway... Judging from the current situation, I can hold on for another hour at most... Leicester's The 'body' will die..." RS
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