Trouble is called trouble because it's trivial and difficult to deal with.

"Uh-huh, and then what?"

And then ......" The sick man coughed twice, and he was pushed with a cup of hot water at the right time, and the calm attitude of the person opposite made the man a little frightened, "I don't have to ......"

"Let's talk about it first." The cloaked man glanced at the time, "There is still plenty of time to spare, you can be more detailed." ”

They set aside a whole morning and need to go elsewhere in the afternoon.

It didn't take long to start the lecture to cast the spell, but the main thing was that he was lucky, and the spell was successful at one time.

The sick man stole two glances at the other side, reached over and drank the hot water.

The wet-throated man's voice smoothed slightly, and he stumbled about what had happened last night in the company.

The inexplicable appearance of white "cobwebs" and the "slender ghost" standing beside his bedside.

The cloaked man listened, but didn't take it to heart.

Spirits, this world is everywhere, this building is so high, it's not surprising that a few of them appear.

The supernatural is zero threatening to people with some means, but it is not a small threat to ordinary people.

Most of the world's human beings are ordinary people.

The man in the white cobweb-cloaked man couldn't tell what it was, maybe it was an ordinary gadget, and a lanky ghost...... The man in front of him was not in the other party's hunting range, and the cloaked man was more inclined to have nothing to do with the lanky ghost.

"You mean, the white figure has grown...... An eye? ”

"Yes, yes." The sick man shuddered, "He's looking at me with that eye." ”

The cloaked man listened, and his eyes, hidden under the hood, looked at the sick man through the cloth, and then he glanced to the side.

There was no communication, but the handsome young man understood what his companion was trying to say.

will be targeted by the supernatural, which means that the person in front of him has something that makes the supernatural care.

A sick man, as an employee of a subordinate company, can help properly to take a look at -

The handsome young man's gray eyes suddenly stopped moving, and the hand that was clasped on the table was released, and he half stood up, and the hand under the cloak suddenly stretched out, and grabbed the arm of the sick man.

The latter was startled, because the handsome young man moved extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, his arm fell under the shackles of the other party, and the power of the shackles was great.

The handsome young man looked closer, almost putting his face on the sick man's face.

Faced with such a face that can be said to be the same anger of people and gods, the sick man was in a state of dizziness, his eyes were stunned, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"There's something wrong with him." The handsome young man quickly sat back in his place and thought, "His soul will dance with the scythe." ”

“…… Speak human words. ”

"He's dying."

It's hard for the Cloaked Man to assess how it's like for his colleague to be a half-breed, but in terms of daily interactions, he occasionally runs into the other person's Riddler.

In short, with all the bells and whistles, a few translated sentences pop up from time to time.

The cloaked man glanced to the left: "Medicine? ”

The handsome young man shook his head: "Occultism." ”

The cloaked man, who was a pure-bred native and had an average level of education, and who had gone to engage in great propaganda after completing compulsory education, listened to the English words, and his mind turned for a moment.

Oh, the occult.

The answer from a non-medical perspective is unsurprising, and if death is really due to pathological causes, it generally does not cause supernatural causes.

But to what extent can it be called "wrong" by a handsome young man...... The Cloaked Man thought for a moment and decided to ask directly, putting an end to the state of his companion Riddler.

"Tricky?"

"It's a little bit, you can't deal with it just by looking at people, and you may have to solve it from the source." The handsome young man said slowly, "I want to." ”

With that, the handsome young man's gray eyes looked at the cloaked man with a longing color, and the latter replied with a string of ellipses.

The long-term partnership allowed him to read the meaning that the handsome young man wanted to express.

I want to bring the sick man back, and I also want to cause the source of the sick man's state.

Maybe it's for research, but the cloaked man is not interested in what will happen next.

Now all the cloaked man can do is wave his hand to let the sick man out, and ask the man in the suit outside to take the man to their car and wait, and then take the sick man with them when their morning business is done.

As for the white cobwebs and slender ghosts that the sick man had mentioned, they went back to the building for a walk before leaving, out of consideration for the sake of today's gains.

The sick man didn't know what was waiting for him, he only knew that the two superiors in front of him said that they would solve his problems.

As soon as he heard that he would no longer face being stared at by the "slender ghost", the sick man was grateful to Dade and walked down with the man in the suit outside the door.

"Alright, what's next—"

The man in the cloak clapped his hands and motioned for the man in the suit to hurry up and inform the people of the company and bring in the follow-up speakers.

Finishing early and finishing early, they had other formations in the afternoon, not to mention that his companions had found new things to play with—

Hush.

……

Bai Su played with the book in his hand.

His illusion is limited to the man in the cloak and the man in the suit, and the others are not within the scope of Bai Su's disguise.

He sat loosely, pinching the pages and hanging down.

If it weren't for the fact that humans were too much of a nuisance around him, he would have taken the burden on the occasion before.

Human, this is human society, he has a human identity.

The black-haired young man was thinking in his heart.

Humans don't eat well, and it's troublesome to explain how so many people died.

So he's just sitting now, waiting for someone to bring him into the little room before he does it.

Bai Su also smiled kindly at the beautiful woman, but for some reason, the human received his smile and suddenly stepped back, not even responding to the shouts of the man in the suit who came behind.

After being shouted several times, the delicate woman turned pale and summoned the young man to stand here for her, and she quickly walked out of the door.

"Whew......" The delicate woman let out a long sigh of relief, and the strange feeling that followed made her frown.

The black-haired youth had brought her senses completely different yesterday and today, as if something had been liberated.

The delicate woman originally wanted to take the opportunity to ask if the torn page was the other party's doing, but now she can only rot the words in her stomach.

At most, at most, I will hide it from the people above, and think that the booklet has not been damaged.

The delicate woman obeyed her heart and walked away from the conference room, standing outside the door, she sighed again, and was about to go to the red room to take a look, she passed by a trash can in the hallway.

The delicate woman herself had already walked over, but she caught a glimpse of something and fell back.

The trash can was full of paper, and the fine scraps of paper fell on the thin layer that covered them, but the scraps were so broken that they shredded to reveal the uncovered colored paper underneath.

The delicate woman's heart moved, she ignored the dirtiness and messiness of the trash can, and squatted there directly and stretched out her hand.

After the fingertips swept over the confetti, the colorful propaganda paper thrown underneath was exposed to the light, and the scratches that were not very distracting could be seen when looking at the corners.

However, the delicate woman looked left and right blankly.

This is a hallway that leads to the red room, which is in the opposite direction to the lounge...... Even if you're in the same hallway, it's impossible.

She had confirmed that the trash can should have been emptied after her colleagues left last night.

In other words, the garbage in it is this morning...... Or put it after twelve o'clock in the morning.

Could she have guessed wrong?

The blankness on the faces of the delicate women continued.

Yesterday she thought it was the black-haired young man who had torn up the book, and he was the only one who had access to the booklet, but when she looked at it today, it seemed that her inference had to be overturned.

Because the black-haired young man hadn't gone anywhere since he was brought up from downstairs, he stayed in the conference room.

Let's not think that Bai Su is a human being, but a delicate woman with vicious eyes didn't think much about it, but a few conjectures about last night came to mind.

Delicate Women: Dirty ...... Why should the dirty stuff tear up their company brochure?

Humanity, whose brain circuits have turned to another bend, drifts away from the truth, and the torn himself, who wants to be dirty, sneezes.

Bai Su covered the tip of his nose.

He's kind of figuring out the pattern of sneezing, and in general, in this case, a human is saying bad things about him.

Thinking so, Bai Su choked again.

The books he had brought had been thrown to the ground, and he had been used to hold the red arc of torn paper, but now it was useless except for pretending.

After coughing twice, Bai Su found that the humans around him were silent.

The curly-haired young man who usually babbled at the slightest breeze sat there silently at the moment, as if in a daze.

An Xiangwen will react to the outside world, but he needs to shout loudly, such as ......

The young man who opened the door yesterday looked at the door twice, then staggered over and stopped in front of them.

There were only three people left in the entire conference room, Bai Su, An Xiangwen and Xiao Qing.

Of course, the young man started from someone outside, and he patted An Xiangwen's shoulder, and it took a lot of force to attract the attention of the curly-haired young man.

Then he directly pulled the person up and pushed him out.

Before leaving, he looked at the black-haired young man on the side for the last time, who was sitting there with his chin propped up, and did not react to him dragging people away.

The young man walked a little farther and muttered in a low voice, "I don't know what the eldest sister asked me to pay attention to in front of me......"

In his opinion, the black-haired young man is ordinary, and he is not as scary as last night's surveillance.

Thinking of last night's surveillance, the young man couldn't help but shudder, and it wasn't until he returned to the corridor with the people, and the daytime sun shone on him through the window, that the young man regained a little temperature.

The warm sun can be counted as a nemesis of fear.

The young man quickly carried the person he was holding into the red room, and since he was the penultimate person, he did not turn back, but waited by the door.

Ren Mumu walked in in a daze, and then walked out in a trance, and the whole process took only ten minutes.

The people in front are basically the same, the duration is basically five to fifteen minutes, depending on how much money can be slaughtered.

Obviously, An Xiangwen belongs to the category that still has some savings, and he was kept for a while.

The young man watched as the curly-haired youth walked out and was handed his mobile phone, and he knew that it was time to bring the last person over.

As he walked back from the door of the red room, he met a beautiful woman who hurriedly approached from the other direction.

When the delicate woman saw the young man, she paused and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

The young man touched his head: "I'll send someone over...... I didn't go back to the one left. ”

"There is one left" in the mind of the delicate woman immediately equated with "the black-haired young man may make trouble in the room alone".

Oops, probably not, right?

Giving up the smile that the black-haired young man had bloomed with her before leaving, the delicate woman immediately pulled the young man and ran back, for fear that something irreparable would happen if she walked slowly.

"Wait...... Sister, we don't have to go in such a hurry, right? ”

"You know what, didn't you want to take a good look at it!"

"I don't think he's anything, and he's the only one left......"

The two exchanged a few words and returned to the door of the conference room.

The door of the conference room was open and unlocked, and after pushing the young man in first, the handsome woman was watching outside.

She looked at the young man who was stumbling and almost tripped and rubbed the back of her head, then walked forward and walked over to the black-haired youth.

The black-haired young man turned his head at the young man's voice, his eyes still so clear.

Then the man stood up and followed him to the door.

Bai Su saw the delicate woman, and the corners of his lips were raised.

He smiled again, reacting differently from the others.

The delicate woman saw a pupil, but Bai Su, who was standing behind the young man, raised her finger and gestured to her in silence.

"You ......"

"Shhhhh

With an accent on the word product, Bai Su waved his hand at the human woman and turned to leave.

The target direction was the red room, and when the door was closed, Bai Su didn't feel anything, and when the young man in front pushed the door open a crack, his pupils straightened again.

The hand unconsciously pressed a few times on the arm, pinching the flesh with great force, and even forming holes.

However, no blood flowed out, and the sunken area slowly recovered like elastic plasticine.

The last time I felt that time passed so slowly was when I listened to people's nonsense in the basement of the murderous mansion.

The young man pushed the door open and stepped aside, leaving only Bai Su to enter the red room.

Unlike the other humans, Bai Su stopped at the door for a few seconds, and his look of disgust flashed before finally walking inside.

It was a dull red color everywhere you looked, and it was unclear if it was to create a mysterious atmosphere, and instead of turning on the lights, a candlestick was lit.

Three candles burned faintly, and judging by the dripping wax oil, they had been burning for a while.

Bai Su stood by the door and met the eyes of the handsome young man and the cloaked man in the room.

Then he smiled again.

The clear black eyes shone brightly, completely different from the imaginary nightmare.

Bai Su took a step inward, his hand behind his back, and the slender white thread hooked the doorknob and pulled forward.

Click, click.

The door was closed and locked.

(End of chapter)