Stay in room 216 for a while and then come out, so you don't have to worry about encountering Chad for a short time.

As a result, Feng Bujue's pace slowed down slightly.

Long story short, ten minutes later, he re-entered the elevator and pressed the button labeled B1.

The elevator doors closed slowly, and a rumble sounded.

In a short time, the door opened again. In front of the door, there is a corridor only five meters long, and a thick metal gate is opposite.

"How do you make it like a bank vault," Feng Bujue muttered, stepping out ......of the elevator.

Walking from the elevator door to the door of the blood bank, he seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly smiled: "That's right...... In the Monster Kingdom, blood really has to be kept well. ”

Soon, Feng Bujue took out the key and opened the door of the blood bank. Before he could go inside, he heard someone inside: "Who is it?" ”

The voice of this "human" is very unique, like the chirping of an owl, and even if it is a short sentence, a strange sound of "cooing ......" still comes from its throat.

"It's me......" Feng Buyi's reaction was so quick that he replied without even thinking about it, "Lester." ”

"Oh......," the speaker replied casually.

Brother Jue replied as he looked into the room......

Behind the metal door is a space of about 200 square meters. Compared to the other rooms in the hospital, it is surprisingly spacious. There was only one desk in the middle of the entire blood bank, and the cryogenic cabinets for storing blood were neatly arranged around the room, standing against the wall.

At this moment, the "person" sitting at the desk was flipping through a magazine with slow movements, and the other party seemed to have a commonplace attitude towards the visit of "Lester".

"Because it's underground...... So is the space spacious......" Feng Bujue walked into the door and looked at the surroundings and said.

"You're on duty today." The one sitting at the table spoke again.

After getting closer, Feng Bu noticed that this guy was also an NPC with an extremely curious appearance......

The person's face is scored in three layers...... First of all, his lowest skin is rock-like, pitted, and faintly glowing; Then, on this layer of skin, a layer of sparse pale green hair grows, which looks quite smooth...... Finally, on the outer layer of its face, there is a fence-like substance that staggers over the face and has a texture much like a human fingernail.

When Feng Bujue saw this face, three sentences immediately popped up in his mind: "What is the purpose of your coming to Earth?" Are you doing performance art? Are you itchy or not? ”

Of course, he wouldn't really say that.

"Well, it's me." After a quick glance at the other party's badge, Brother Jue continued, "How was it tonight...... Frank? ”

"It's still the same." Frank replied, "Those of us who work seventy-two-hour shifts (some monsters only sleep once a few days) are the same all the time. He said, looking up and glancing at him, "You're just in time, can you help me peel an apple?" He nodded at an apple placed on the table.

When Feng Bujue heard this request, he couldn't help but feel a little strange, and said in his heart: This guy can't peel himself? And...... How did he know I had a folding knife on me?

Although he was a little suspicious, in order not to show his feet, Feng Bujue still did what the other party said. He picked up the apple, sat down on the edge of his desk, faced a wastebasket, and began to peel the fruit.

"Thank you, I trouble you every time." Frank said, putting down the magazine in his hand, and took the text and pen on the desk, "You're here to get blood for the Count, aren't you?" ”

"This guy shouldn't be able to read other people's minds...... Feng Bujue thought secretly, "It's impossible...... Has he seen through me? ”

"Ah...... Right. Brother Jue's cold sweat trickled down, but on the surface, he still made a very normal appearance and responded to the other party in a calm tone.

"Well, I'll fill in a few papers." As Frank spoke, he lowered his head and got busy, "You wait a minute. ”

At this time, Feng Buxing noticed that Frank's left hand seemed to be disabled. His left hand had no fingers, only two very short pieces of stone (flesh for him) protruding from his 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 guy, Lester." Frank said, "Ugh...... I don't know who else will come and peel apples for me after you're gone. He shook his head, and let out another long sigh.

"Heh......" Feng Bujue smiled and responded, "Maybe...... Other people have different opinions than you, and there are many people who are looking forward to me leaving, right? ”

Brother Jue remembers very well that the opening line at the beginning of the script mentions ...... "Nobody likes you, Lester"; "The Ministry of Personnel has decided to fire you, and you will be replaced by a gentleman who is about to retire...... Everybody thinks he can do a better job than you......

"What are you talking about?" Frank looked up, his eyes brightening, "You're the most popular employee here...... Although you often do things that don't conform to the rules, you are doing everyone a favor. When I heard that the dean was bent on firing you, everyone was saddened. ”

"What?" Feng Buju's hand at peeling the apple stopped, his expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Wait...... That...... What about Chad? He must want me to go, right? ”

"What's wrong with you today? He said something strange. Frank replied with an inexplicable expression, "You and Chad are best friends, and we've been friends from preschool to high school." He sighed slightly, "I know that after my sister's death, Chad has not been able to get out of the shadow of grief, and I am angry with you for this, but I think you will be reconciled after all......"

When Feng Bujue heard this, his expression suddenly changed sharply, and his mind changed sharply: "What's the matter...... It's different from the opening paragraph of the script......" Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, "Wait...... If the person who said that paragraph...... It's the dean......"

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Two minutes later, Feng Bujue finished peeling the apple, put it in front of Frank's eyes, and smiled, "Alright, man." ”

Frank said, "Ah...... I'm going to be busy here for a while. He tilted his head slightly, "Blood type B is in the old place, in cabinet 17, you can take two packs at will." ”

"Okay." Feng Bujui answered, walked to the wall, opened the freezer, and took out two packets of blood type B.

Then he turned and walked towards the door.

"Uh...... I'll ask by the way. When Feng Bujue walked to the door, he stopped again and turned around, "You should know it's the date and time, Frank?" ”

It's obvious that a person who works in an underground blood bank that only shifts every seventy-two hours should have something to keep a time. Otherwise...... In case the person who took over his shift never came, he would most likely stay there without realizing it......

"It's ...... now," Frank didn't look at any clocks or instruments, his eyes suddenly became very strict, "December 6th, half past three in the morning. He paused, looked up into Jue's eyes, and said, "Lester...... You're really running out of time. ”

He's not the first person (or goblin) to remind Lester to be aware of "time...... However, the system never gave any relevant information.

"I'll do my best, don't worry." Feng Bujue answered, and then, he was silent for two seconds, and before going out, he still left a sentence, "You...... Take care. ”

At this time, Brother Jue's eyes were solemn, and he seemed to know something......

He walked briskly into the elevator, returned to the second floor, and ran down the hallway.

"Sure enough......" Feng Bujue said as he ran, "When I 'realized', the physiological reaction appeared......" He looked down at his hand, and the whole palm turned purple and black.

"Whew......" he tried to exhale, but a white mist appeared.

"Time is running out." Feng Bujue said in his heart, "What is the prop that is still unknown at present...... A white sock, a backup key that I don't know what door to open, and a small mirror...... I hope I can use it......" he glanced at his palm again, "Whew...... After handing over this task of sending blood, I have to go up to the third floor anyway...... As it stands, it's an hour at most...... Lester's 'body' will die......" RS