"Hiss, it hurts so much." Carlos covered his small wall and suddenly didn't stand firm. His hand touched the wall beside him. The surveillance seemed to notice the abnormality here and immediately turned to him.
He used the shortcomings of surveillance that he could only see from one side. He hooked his little finger with his hand holding the wall and hooked a piece of paper man from his sleeve.
The paper man fell to the ground, fell on the shadow, and immediately got up, clinging to the wall, feeling very dangerous.
Carlos sighed, covered his arms and continued to move forward, his pace staggering, causing the surveillance camera to follow him all the way.
The paper man who was secretly released by him returned the same way, returned to the hall just now, and ate the melons under the crack of the door.
Only the last few people were undergoing the test. What's strange is that after him, the remaining people went directly to the normal lounge after the test was completed.
It was as if there were several seats in the lounge all at once.
Carlos noticed something was wrong and frowned.
But under surveillance, he still walked firmly towards the depths of the corridor.
The corridor is not very deep. After several turns to use the space to the extreme, a brown-red wooden door appeared in front of me.
The voice of a speech vaguely came from behind the door, and the tone was quite calm. Xiao Yao was also in it, and she could still hear her laughter through the door.
Carlos knocked politely at the door without seeing any emotion, then opened the door and looked up.
There are thirteen people in this lounge, plus he himself.
Some of them are known to him, and have seen them in entertainment halls and daily work, while others are blunt, perhaps new or not good at socializing.
They sat on the sofa in groups of three or three on the chair, enjoying the brief peace after the pain.
The first person who came in had scabbed the wound on his arm, so he did not carefully protect him, but laughed: "You deserve to make me laugh when you told jokes before. Now I want to tell a joke, so you must carefully protect the wound from cracking."
Carlos' pushing the door made the joke that he had not had time to say was stranded.
"Aluo!" Xiaoyao stood up from the sofa with his arms in his arms, "It's over, do you still feel pain?"
"Fortunately, in the end, it's okay if you endure the knife." Carlos shook his head and signaled Xiaoyao not to worry about him. Then he occupied a corner of the empty sofa and asked strangely, "Why don't you leave?"
There were thirteen people here, and the wounds were condensed at different levels. It was obvious that the first one came in and did not leave.
"I can't walk, but I want to leave. Otherwise, why is this lounge a spare room? That one can't be put away before it opens." Someone shrugged, "This lounge is one-way and there is no access to the outside world. If we want to walk, we have to go back and pass through the living room as usual."
They obviously dare not go back to the living room after being asked to leave. What else can they do? Just wait like that.
Carlos knows it.
The people in this room are very Buddhist and are not anxious to be trapped here. They are thinking about waiting for the entire test to be over before they can go out together.
He pretended to be pretending to be sleeping and used his consciousness to control the paper man he had just released.
His vision was immediately stretched, and his vision revived in the eyes of the paper man.
He saw that the last person also went to the lounge. The four people in charge of the inspection stood up and informed the data to the recorder who was standing beside him to prepare for the record.
The recorder held the glasses on the bridge of his nose, swept the recorded data in a row at a glance, and sneered coldly.
The smile that flashed across that pretty face really didn't look like a good person.
After confirmation, the recorder reconnected his microphone to the speaker and announced calmly: "The test is over this week - no one is infected, thank you for your cooperation."
This sound not only sounded in the hall, but directly rang through the entire base building complex.
Many uneasy survivors relaxed all of a sudden. Although this seemed to mean that they were hit by another extra knife, it would be better than being infected on a large scale in the base.
It would be great if there is no fact.
Carlos doesn't think so.
He manipulated the little paper man, hid himself in the dark, and listened to the conversation between the recorder and the detector.
The next second, he heard a strange news.
The recorder turned off the microphone and whispered: "Look at those people, I'll report to the chief."
As he said that, he wanted to turn around, but the metal door behind him opened first.
"How is the test result?" An indifferent female voice appeared in the hall.
A young woman in a suit walked out from behind the metal door. Compared to others, this woman was so delicate. She had wide shoulders and thin waist, wearing a women's shirt and a black suit jacket draped over her shoulders, and she had a strong aura.
Instead of wearing high heels, she wore a pair of leather shoes with tops. The long legs that were lined with trousers were straight and long. The woman's hair was slightly curly and her lips were covered with bright red lips, which was beautiful and dangerous.
Three people in suits were followed on each side of the woman, who were one step behind her and showed a complacent attitude.
Carlos suddenly felt a little interested.
He knew who this woman was, and he was the current manager of Base No. 51, and everyone called her the chief.
Every survivor who has newly joined the base must first meet the chief. He still remembers the day he chose the base line. With the patrol car coming to the base, after rough washing and testing, he was taken to the woman's office with the same group of survivors.
The woman looked at them, curled her lips and said warmly: "Thank you for your hard work, it's not easy to survive in the end of the world. The danger in the city is too high. Welcome to the base. From now on, the base will be your home. Please get along well."
The gentleness at that time was completely different from her who appeared in the hall at this time. Now her face only has indifference and a hint of managerial majesty.
The recorder walked up to the woman and bowed with great respect: "Sir, find out thirteen infected ones."
The little paper man was stunned in the corner, which was both an accident and as if he had verified a certain conjecture, which was reasonable.
Didn’t the thirteen infected people correspond to the thirteen people who were called to another lounge alone?
He had guessed this scene when he found that there was no access to the lounge.
It's not because the normally open lounges are full, but because they need to be taken care of themselves.
But the only thing that makes him less certain is why he was judged as infected?
You should know that his ability is not related to ghosts. Yu Xing left before the test. When he left, he felt relieved all over.
What exactly are the infection standards?
Carlos was thinking and not in a hurry. He had always been very calm. Now he wanted to see what the female commander's attitude looked like.
After hearing the recorder's report, the female chief waved her hand disapprovingly: "Okay, take it down and deal with it."
"Sir, are the infected people with water ghost abilities also mixed in and out and are dealt with?" asked the recorder.
"Ha, what are you thinking? Those thirteen wastes are just people who have just been polluted. The real 'water ghost'... has been hidden." The woman looked around gently for a week and waved her hands indifferently, "You don't have to worry about this matter, I'll deal with it, and it'll end today."