"Do you still remember what I asked Gangzi in Workshop No. 1?"

Zhang Tong did not answer Mr. Wu's question directly. Instead, he looked at her with a smile, as if he was testing her.

Mr. Wu frowned and thought for a while, then replied with some uncertainty:

"I remember you asked Gangzi what happened to his hand."

"Gangzi's answer at that time was that his thumb was a little numb, probably caused by too much force when pressing Biaozi's philtrum."

Zhang Tong glanced at Mr. Wu approvingly and could only say that he was indeed an entrepreneur. He could still remember such details in such a strange environment.

Nodding, Zhang Tong followed Mr. Wu's words:

"Not only Gangzi, Brother Biao was also feeling sore and numb at that time."

"I didn't notice this detail at the time. It wasn't until each of those monsters wanted to touch me with their tongues that I realized what the problem was."

"If my guess is correct, anyone who has come into contact with that kind of saliva with paralyzing properties is very likely to be parasitized without even knowing it."

When Mr. Wu heard this, a look of surprise flashed across his face, and he almost blurted out:

"So you just tested Biaozi because Biaozi was covered in Secretary Ma's saliva from the beginning?"

Zhang Tong smiled slightly and said affirmatively:

"Yes, now it seems that my guess was right. Brother Biao has been a monster lurking among us from the beginning, but neither we nor he knows it."

"Then why are these monsters afraid of salt water?"

At this moment, Zhao Wende spoke eagerly, as if the monster's weakness was his life-saving straw.

Looking at Zhao Wende, Zhang Tong shook his head and said with some uncertainty:

"I don't know why. Maybe this is the last mystery surrounding this unknown and strange body."

"There is actually a lot of information currently known."

"The weird body likes a cold and humid environment. Beer can make its clones expand, and salt water can make its clones melt..."

Before Zhang Tong finished speaking, Mr. Wu’s eyes suddenly lit up and he blurted out:

"Zhang Tong, are you talking about slugs?"

Slug?

This unfamiliar name made Zhang Tong have a confused expression on his face, but he quickly realized that the slug Mr. Wu mentioned might be a very important piece of information.

So, Zhang Tong quickly asked.

"What is a slug?"

"The slug is commonly known as a slug. It is a mollusk that forms the order Pneumonia with some snails. It is hermaphrodite and looks like a snail without a shell. Its body surface is moist and has mucus. According to folklore, salt is sprinkled on its body to dehydrate it.

Deadly hunting methods do work."

Mr. Wu is obviously highly educated and has almost all the information about slugs, including some terms that Zhang Tong cannot understand.

After automatically filtering those names, Zhang Tong rubbed his chin and his eyes flickered:

"If it's a slug, it should be all right."

"The body has mucus and has the ability to reproduce itself. It will swell when soaked in beer, and dehydrated when soaked in salt water."

"So, the weird thing hidden in the dark is a weird slug or a group of weird slugs?"

The surprise on Zhang Tong's face was undisguised. He never thought that the truth might be like this.

But after a moment, Zhang Tong still shook his head and looked at Zhao Wende:

"Wende, you can follow me with a bucket of salt water in a moment. Is it a slug? We'll have the answer when we get to the warehouse."

After saying that, Zhang Tong looked at Mr. Wu, and he was not polite to her at all just because Mr. Wu was a mature and charming woman:

"The same goes for you, follow me with a bucket of salt water."

"There's probably only so much you two can do."

Mr. Wu nodded, knowing that Zhang Tong was absolutely right.

Compared to Zhang Tong, who has some mysterious power, Mr. Wu and Zhao Wende can only do so much.

So, Mr. Wu and Zhao Wende, two rich kids who had never done any physical work, each held a bucket of salt water and followed behind Zhang Tong.

…

Entering the warehouse, the cold and tidal atmosphere hits your face, making people feel like they are in a damp cellar.

Looking around carefully, Zhang Tong's expression gradually became serious.

Under the dim light, Zhang Tong could clearly see that there were sticky traces on the green ground extending into the distance.

Looking up and looking around, Zhang Tong's expression became more solemn.

"Not only are there traces of mucus sliding on the floor, but also on the shelves. Is it a weird entity?"

"Isn't it a little too much..."

The traces of a large amount of mucus sliding across gave Zhang Tong a bad feeling, and he quickly reminded the two people behind him:

"Be careful not to step on the slime on the ground."

"Follow me up soon and tell me immediately if you find anything."

Mr. Wu and Zhao Wende nodded desperately. They held their breath and did not dare to speak loudly.

Almost all his attention was focused on Zhang Tong, and Zhao Wende kept looking around with his peripheral vision.

Just as Zhao Wende was looking around, he suddenly saw a familiar person appearing on the third floor of the shelf.

No! Wrong!

Rather than saying it is a familiar person, it is better to say it is a familiar head!

Under the dim light, Zhao Wende could clearly see that the head of Xiao Li from the Finance Department was stuck on the shelf, his eyes staring at him blankly.

Xiao Li's head opened wide with her mouth wide open, and a slippery tongue was like a snail, dragging her head along the shelves!

No!

That's not the tongue anymore!

Although it is still slender, although it is still covered with mucus!

But compared with the original tongue, the thing that was dragging Xiao Li's head across the shelves now had a pair of tentacles growing out of its front end!

It's like a huge snail, and Xiao Li's head is actually the snail's shell!

He disappeared from the shelf silently, and Xiao Li's eyes were still staring at Zhao Wende blankly, making Zhao Wende always shrouded in a strange fear.

He wanted to make a sound to remind him, but he opened his mouth and no sound came out.

It wasn't until the disgusting slug-like monster dragged Xiao Li's head and disappeared completely that Zhao Wende regained his ability to speak.

His whole body was trembling, and he looked at Zhang Tong who was walking in front as if asking for help:

"Brother Tong...I saw Xiao Li."

"A slug dragged Xiao Li's head and crawled across the shelf, like a snail..."

"Xiao Li's eyes are so scary that I can't even speak."

Amidst Zhao Wende's crying voice, Zhang Tong suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the shelves.
Chapter completed!