Does it seem like a good choice?

In his permanent memory, he wandered outside with his master all the year round, without a fixed residence, and he had no other acquaintances, so he didn't know where he should go back.

Because he doesn't own what is called "home."

Perhaps perpetually longing for a home that even he doesn't know where it is.

"So, what does it take to work here?" asked Perma, subconsciously.

Without a sense of security, permanently begins to blindly trust others, and can only pray in their hearts that the lights will not harm themselves.

"Don't worry, you still have time to think about whether to work here or not, you don't have to make a decision now, even if you have already thought about it, there is a training period before you take up the job, isn't it?" Wan Deng asked with a smile.

Although he never worked part-time, he still nodded, indicating that he obeyed Wan Deng's arrangement.

Wan Deng didn't say much, waved his hand and called the maid over, and said to Yongheng:

"Let the maid take you through the theater first. ”

Then he rubbed his eyes, lay down on the ground and continued to read the old book.

"Come with me. The maid still had that unfazed expression.

She walked out of the library door with Forever and returned the way she came, only to find that the masked man who had been standing there not knowing what to write had long since disappeared.

Not a trace was left at all.

When they reached the stairs, the maid began to introduce the studio to Permanent:

"The basement is a storage room, the lobby, canteen and entertainment area on the first floor, the staff dormitory on the second floor, and the third floor is prohibited. ”

She finished saying these words very quickly, and even felt that even if she didn't hear them clearly, she didn't mean to repeat them again, as if she thought it was a troublesome matter.

"Forbidden......" Forever whispered the maid's words.

Although he didn't understand why he was forbidden to enter, he could feel that following the maid's words was the best option.

"Well, that's right, no entry is allowed under any circumstances. Even though the permanent voice was very small, the maid heard it and responded.

He was about to take the initiative to ask the maid about the specific situation on the first floor, when a crisp girl's voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Good afternoon, ah, is this a newcomer? ”

My lord, it is strange to call a maid an adult.

Permanently subconsciously turned around, and he saw a girl of his own age, carrying a schoolbag that might have just gotten out of school.

She was dressed in very ordinary clothes, and it felt like she had deliberately chosen a combination that was neither eye-catching nor mediocre, and her face seemed to be wearing a little light makeup, but it was permanently uncertain whether she was wearing makeup or not.

"Yes. The maid nodded in reply, and then vanished. "He'll give it to you. ”

The young girl looked at the wonderful and inexplicable permanence, smiled, and said:

"The maid, she's like that, and she hates trouble.

"My name is Ling, welcome to the studio. ”

It seems that the phrase "welcome to the theater" is the prescribed phrase, and everyone except the masked man has said it to Yongyong.

"Hello, I'm permanent. He replied politely.

"Pretty nice name. Ling gave a thumbs up.

After more than ten minutes, Ling took a permanent tour of every place that should be familiar with the theater, except for the third floor, the third floor is forbidden to enter. During this time, he felt that the name "Cinema" was not very appropriate, and if he were asked to choose a name, he would probably name it "Library".

Yong just found out that the library where Wan Deng was located that he had just visited was actually much larger than it looked, connecting the first, second and third floors, occupying about half of the area of the theater in total, and it was hard to imagine that someone would build such a large library at home.

Wan Deng must be very fond of reading.

Almost all of the people who work in the theater are recommended internally, and there are almost no people like permanent, and there are those who survive under the claws of a black cat, and this kind of reason for joining is very ridiculous.

The entry procedure is very simple, you only need to fill in your most basic information, and the staff even said to the permanent "it doesn't matter if you fill it in".

Of course, you must fill in where the salary is paid, otherwise you will not be responsible for the lack of salary.

The staff then tied a black ribbon around the wrist of the permanent left hand, which slowly tightened and finally merged with the skin, leaving only a mark similar to a tattoo.

The tattoo pattern is very simple, but he notices that his tattoo does not seem to be the same as Ryo's, and the tattoos of Wan Deng and the maid are under the sleeves and are permanently not seen.

"It's a sign of the average employee, and you can come and go as you please. Ling explained with a grin.

This thing feels good, like a proof of entry and exit that he carries with him, although he is still not used to this unscientific thing forever, but it is no surprise that he has been through so much.

He had never imagined that the world would be different from what he saw, and he wanted to know as much as he could.

It took a long time for the entry procedures to be completed, and when Yong and Ling walked out of the office, the sun was about to set, at this time, Ling stretched his waist and said to Yong:

"Let's go have a meal first, after eating, we will team up to do the task, I will continue to teach you until you can be on your own, this is a special gift for newcomers in our theater." ”

Grunt.

Permanent stomach began to make noises, and he hadn't eaten anything since dinner yesterday.

"Okay, it's up to you. He rubbed his stomach and felt that he should be able to eat quite a bit.

The restaurant is located in the middle of the first floor of the theater, and they can walk there in a short time.

When the sun had completely set, they had finished their dinner, and while they were having dinner, they learned from Ling that there were actually unscientific things everywhere in this world, and that some creatures or objects that originally only existed in myths or legends were real, and these things were collectively called:

Weird.

"Look there. ”

When he walked out of the door of the restaurant, Ling stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky, at this time the sun was gone, and there were some stars hanging in the sky, and Ling's finger pointed to the moon.

At this time, there are two moons in the sky, and although there is a little gap in the middle, it can make people feel that the two moons are one.

"This is the sign of being exposed to the weird, and the one who can see, hear, and feel the weird can see the weirdness that is known to be the second moon, which we call ......"

Ling paused slightly, then continued in a deep tone:

"The second moon. ”

"Does it make a difference?"

"Nope. Ling grinned, "I'm just kidding." ”

Then, she walked with her to the parking lot in the studio.

Ling walked to the side of a car and sat in the driver's seat, with a trace of exhaustion and helplessness on his face:

"Let's go, it's time to go to work, I don't know how late my vacation is. ”

Permanently speechless, he walked to the passenger seat and sat down, and then asked Ling the question he was most concerned about at the moment:

"What is the main job of the theater?"

He still didn't know what he could do or what he had to do.

"Let me ask you first what abilities, or means, you can do to hurt others. Ryoshi asked nonchalantly as she drove.

Hurt others.

It should be considered that you can use a sword, although it is very irrational to use cold weapons in this era of using firearms.

However, when he was young, he did practice swords with his master.

The master once said that the permanent swordsmanship talent is very average, even if it is no different from ordinary people, or even worse, but it is still necessary to teach permanent swordsmanship.

Whenever he didn't want to go to class or didn't practice well, the master began to talk again, saying that he couldn't teach him so well, but he still had this virtue.

But even so, the master still taught for a long, long time.

"Your swordsmanship is terrible, but you have other strengths. ”

This is what the master has said the most to Eternity.

"I know a little bit of swordsmanship. Yongheng pulled out a flute about ten centimeters from his sleeve, which was the "sword" given to him by the master.

"But I can only use this flute as a sword, and the master does not allow me to use other swords. ”

Yong added to Ling.

It's always the master who takes care of himself, but I didn't expect to become so unbearable without the master.

Ling casually picked up the snacks in the car and threw them into his mouth:

"Yes, so I won't have to prepare your weapon separately, but the standard equipment will still be ready for you. ”

"In other words, weapons are a necessity in your business?" Forever clarified his thoughts and asked the doubts in his heart.

Ling smiled and said to him:

"That's right, but it's only for the rookie stage, and if you make it to your first month's salary alive, then you should pretty much get an idea of how we fight.

"At that point, weapons will no longer be a necessity. ”

Is that so, he nodded permanently, for some reason, he was not the slightest bit afraid now, on the contrary, he was very excited, full of anticipation for his work.

"If it's you, there shouldn't be a problem, after all, you're the one who survived the black cat. ”

At this time, they had already driven into a large mountain, and because of the heavy rain outside the car, Ling stopped the car temporarily.

"I'd love to know how you survived. Ling turned his head to stare at Yongyong, his eyes widened, and he said to Yongyong with a serious expression.

"I don't know. "In my permanent memory, I was only injured unilaterally and did nothing from beginning to end.

At this time, he suddenly had a question in his heart, could it be that there were many people who died in the hands of black cats?

"Let me ask, what is the probability of surviving under the claws of a black cat?"

When Ling heard this question, as if all the strength in his body had been drained all of a sudden, he took a deep breath and leaned on the back of the saddle:

"As far as I know, you're the only one. ”

I'm the only one who survived? How high is this mortality rate?

Seeing the permanent expression became incredulous, Ling barely put on a smile:

"At least you survived, which means you're either very strong or very lucky.

"It's enough to survive. ”

She sighed, and there seemed to be a glint in the corner of her eye.

"Sorry, I just got a little out of my control. ”

Looking at Ling silently forever, he seemed to feel a little sorry for this girl, although he didn't know what happened, it should be the black cat who had hurt her.

But Yongheng is too stupid to know how to comfort her.

It was already completely dark at this time, but the rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and such a huge rainstorm should not stop for a while and a half.

"Today's weather forecast doesn't say it's going to rain. Ling looked at the phone and muttered.

Yongheng nodded slightly, it was really a little boring to wait in the car, he thought differently and asked:

"Why don't we find out if there are any villages nearby or something, and take shelter from the rain. ”

"So be it. Ling let out a "hmm", put the car back on fire, and drove cautiously.

Yongheng suddenly remembered something at this time, and the muscles of his face were visibly tugged at the naked eye:

"You look like you're the same age as me, you're still a student, right? Do you have a driver's license?"

Ling smiled.

"The staff at the theater don't need a driver's license. ”