Chu Ping has always been curious about what the red clothes on No. 10 are, but what disappoints him is that No. 10 does not seem to want to summon the red clothes in his body, but just stares at No. 7,
Then he dragged Chu Ping and continued to walk forward.
The head formed by the condensed red mist next to No. 7 seemed to have been ignored so unexpectedly, and the already ugly face looked even more hideous and terrifying.
Chu Ping was dragged forward by No. 10. He thought No. 7 would follow, but when he turned around, No. 7 was still standing there, but the head from before was gone, and the one on No. 7's face
A scar running through the entire cheek appeared on his face again.
"If you don't want to die quickly, don't take off the mask and don't let others touch it."
The voice of No. 10 appeared in Chu Ping's ears. The voice was still cold, but Chu Ping had the illusion that the other party was helping him.
"Well...but that No. 7..."
"He is an exception. He is also one of the most difficult people in the association. If you meet him in the future, try not to get entangled with him."
Chu Ping didn't know why No. 10 said this.
"Will I meet him in the future? Will he be an enemy?"
"It may be an enemy or a teammate, but he doesn't care what his identity is. If you meet him, only death will be left in the end."
No. 10 said it very easily, but it sounded a little creepy to Chu Ping.
"Death? Indiscriminate massacre?"
Chu Ping chuckled and didn't think about it for the time being. Now he didn't even know what kind of organization the Weird Talk Association was, let alone consider what happened to No. 7 in the future.
"but······"
Chu Ping looked sideways at something again. He could clearly feel that when No. 10 dragged him away just now, No. 7 looked at him with something else in his eyes.
"Is that excitement? Or is it anticipation? Why does it feel so similar to the expression of the owner of the scarlet eye behind the door? No. 7 can't treat me like a feast."
At the end of the corridor, No. 10 stopped. In front of him was a huge door. The door opened, and a long table was placed in the middle of the room. There were many people around the long table, and the one facing the door
Position, a man wearing a crying face mask is sitting there.
"It's the interviewer!"
The first thing Chu Ping saw when he came in was the interviewer wearing a crying face mask.
"Acting President, the last newcomer has arrived."
After No. 10 finished speaking, he walked to the far left side of the long table and sat down.
"No. 10, is this the person who the acting president and No. 1 interviewed together?"
Sitting next to No. 10 is a man wearing a white mask, with the character "eight" embroidered on the chest of his black robe.
"This mask is quite personal."
No. 8 looked at Chu Ping with interest, seeming to be very interested in his arrival.
Chu Ping also touched his mask subconsciously. It was uneven and of poor quality, and it did look a bit shabby.
"Sit down," said the interviewer with a crying face, "Since everyone is here, let's get started."
The table was placed horizontally in the center of the room. The interviewer with the crying face was facing the door and sat in the middle of the long table. No. 10 sat on the far left side of the table, and No. 8 sat next to No. 10.
Sitting on his right side, there was a vacant seat on the other side of No. 8. The chairs were not arranged neatly, as if someone had just pushed them away.
"It should be number seven."
Chu Ping thought of the scar-faced No. 7.
Next to No. 7 is the interviewer with a crying face sitting in the middle.
There is also an empty seat to the right of the crying-faced interviewer. No one seems to have moved the chair in that seat, and next to the empty seat is a man with "six" embroidered on his chest. His whole face is
He was hidden under his hood and could not see his appearance clearly.
There is still an empty seat on the other side of No. 6.
Chu Ping sat on the other side of the long table, just opposite No. 6.
"Brother, why did you come here?"
The person talking to Chu Ping was a fat man wearing a clown mask. He exuded a strong sour smell that made Chu Ping hold his breath.
"Haha, I'm lost."
Chu Ping moved slightly away from the fat man.
"I'm also a newcomer. I was interviewed by No. 9. He was sitting diagonally across from you just now."
The fat man was obviously a familiar person. Before Chu Ping said anything, he talked a lot.
Chu Ping looked in the direction of the fat man's finger, and there happened to be an empty seat next to No. 6.
Chu Ping suddenly realized that No. 9 had just left because he was going to pick him up, but something seemed to happen in the middle, so he left.
"My name is Liu..."
The fat man was still so enthusiastic and even started to introduce himself to his family.
But as soon as Fatty finished speaking, No. 6, who was sitting opposite Chu Ping, spoke.
"Newcomer, if you don't want to die quickly, it's best not to reveal any information about you."
Number Six's voice was very neutral, and Chu Ping couldn't tell whether the other person was a man or a woman.
Fatty was reminded by No. 6, so he smiled awkwardly, and then said sorry to No. 6 sincerely.
Chu Ping was very puzzled by Fatty's attitude. He didn't believe that all the people who came here were good people.
"I wonder what happened to Fatty, and how did he get brought here by No. 9?"
Chu Ping looked at the fat man next to him with some confusion. At this time, his eyes noticed the other side of the fat man. There was another person sitting there, but he seemed very quiet, not as familiar as the fat man.
Chu Ping turned sideways and looked at the person carefully. He saw that she was a woman with short hair and a white mask on her face. She was exactly the same as No. 8. She was wearing professional clothes and looked like a successful woman.
Strong man.
"The people brought by No. 8?"
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could feel a different aura from the woman.
"That woman has been in the same posture since I came in. She is motionless, like a dead person."
The fat man came close to Chu Ping's ear and whispered to him.
The sour smell from the fat man's body was really unbearable for Chu Ping, so he moved his chair directly to the empty seat opposite No. 9.
The fat man just smiled when he saw Chu Ping's actions, as if he was used to this kind of thing.
"Many people around me don't like the smell of my body, but hey, I think it smells good."
As he spoke, the fat man sniffed hard, then looked like he was enjoying himself, which made Chu Ping feel a little perverted.
"Three newcomers, the fact that you are sitting here means that you have met the preliminary conditions of the association, but if you want to officially join the association, you still have to complete a task, which is to tell you what you think is the weirdest thing you have ever experienced.
A strange story."
The cry-faced interviewer's voice made the room so silent that it was as if you could hear a pin drop.