He picked up the envelope with his name on it and sighed in appreciation before paying it.
This is naturally the purpose of coming back. A new day has arrived, and there is still one missing task for this week.
The so-called getting off work is to go to work better.
Just like yesterday, the sealing red wax was still intact, with no signs of even folding. The letter was preserved with great care.
There is no doubt that this was left by Mrs. Harper. In fact, the few minutes I waited just now were just to give this person time to operate.
After discovering that the tenant was acting suspiciously and even being investigated secretly by officials, the tenant finally abided by his principles.
Not only did he not hand over this personal item, he even delivered it as soon as it was convenient for him to receive it.
…
Of course Mrs. Harper had not slept just now, and she was breathing too steadily just like last time.
Amira, who thought she was careful, was also deceived like last time.
But that person was also a talent, and the only open window showed no sign of climbing. It was unexpected that a decent rookie from a well-known family was well versed in the art of roosters and dogs.
All in all, Mrs. Harper clearly had a sense of what was happening in the exchange upstairs.
After confirming that Amira left, she immediately put the letter outside.
But at the same time, she obviously didn't want to get involved too deeply and let the nature of her behavior cross the line, so she didn't knock on the door to remind him.
The old lady really has a good grasp of the principles and propriety in dealing with others.
Of course, the warehouse's mastery of this aspect is as reassuring as ever.
In admiration, he opened the letter politely before paying.
[Warning, leakage accident]
[Today’s work content has been updated. You can choose whether to enter the containment scene and complete the containment again]
[There will be no penalty for abandoning the mission, and 1 san point will be consumed each time you enter]
It is still a thin piece of paper, and the content on it is no different from yesterday.
Even the difference below is not big.
Fu Qian glanced at it and took note of the crossings that had been changed in order. He went straight downstairs without making any cover-up moves.
…
The weather is not very good, the night is darker than before, and the scars on my body are also there.
So far, the passage of life has shown no signs of slowing down, and the countdown remains unchanged.
Walking on the street with falling rain, I squinted at the slightly dim starry sky.
After exploring the world in the painting, the nature of this world has to be said to be more intriguing.
From the beginning of doubting the nightmare, to later confirming the reality.
The conclusion of the investigation earlier today seems to be that the Pope was born from the curse of time and withered away in the wash.
But currently, it seems that her traces in this world have not completely disappeared.
This makes people curious about how she interacts with it.
And what is the relationship with the stars?
Obviously if it could be clarified, it would help identify her or where her remains are today.
But what's more obvious is that I don't have a clue at the moment, and I don't even have much time.
This does not mean that there is no way to deal with the negative state of the body. This kind of effect is related to the essential attributes of the world. If you directly reversely activate the extreme hunger infection and go back, you will most likely be able to get rid of it.
But just to have a connection, to share such an exaggerated blood collapse, no matter how you think about the witch's condition, it is worrying, and it is not surprising that she will be reduced to ashes in the next second.
Not to mention that the long-simmering nightmare corridor problem needs to be solved first.
To sum up, with less than twenty-four hours left, it is most likely the only chance for escort.
Unfortunately, there are not many clues at present, and even the value of the two organizations has been violently squeezed.
Therefore, the additional action opportunity of the warehouse mission must be checked no matter what.
…
[Name: Dark Branch, Number 1-119]
[Today’s work has begun and we are entering the 1-119 containment scene]
[The current san value is 104, the current inspiration is 99]
While thinking about it, Fu Qian quickly completed the shuttle in accordance with the order in the letter at a very low-key speed.
Facts have proved that this method may seem strange, but it is quite reliable. The moment you take the last step, your eyes become illusory again.
[…8%…13%…21%…34%…55%…89%…100%, the containment scene is loaded]
In the familiar loading prompt, the screen in front of you flows stably.
Fu Qian's first feeling was that there was a cold restraint on his originally free feet.
Good news, there are no restrictions on ability items.
Bad news, just like last time, there is still no mission introduction.
Even worse news, this time even the containment conditions were not immediately available.
Of course, they are nothing compared to the fourth message - life is still passing by.
That's right, even though he has changed his appearance and there is not even a trace of scar on his body, the feeling of blood pumping has not weakened at all.
Is the priority of this negative status too high?
With emotion, he quickly looked around before paying.
The size of the bedroom is a square space with no obstructions.
The only furniture in the corner was the toilet and the bed, and more than one restraint belt could be seen around the latter, which was welded to the ground.
This overly classic configuration is coupled with three windowless stone walls and fine metal railings on the front.
Has he finally been brought to justice for his many evil deeds?
Sighing, the sky net was restored, and he stepped forward and took a step forward.
The cold restraints on my feet just now were actually a pair of heavy metal shackles.
Tightly tied around the ankles, the ends of the shackles were connected to an equally heavy bed with an iron chain.
"It's too cruel for ordinary people, but not enough for extraordinary people."
Commenting to himself, he looked up and down the railing in front of him before finally finding a spot with a slightly better reflective effect and looking at his reflection inside.
Brown hair, green eyes, medium build.
Wearing rough blue cloth clothes and trousers, the whole body is neatly tidied, and even the hair is combed meticulously.
On the clean-shaven face, the facial features look intelligent and gentle.
It seems a bit inconsistent for such an image to appear in such a place.
Before paying, he mobilized his facial features to create a more elegant and innocent smile, which increased the degree of disharmony by another fifty percent.
Prison? Lunatic asylum? Psychiatric ward?
No matter what it is called to the outside world, it is obvious that we are currently in a heavily guarded place.
The restraint method in this place is naturally heavy, so the role I play is probably that of an ordinary person - just like other inmates around me.
Outside the door is a corridor, and his cell is located at the classic end.
Walking along the corridor, I checked before paying that there was another row of people being detained, and without exception they were ordinary people.
To him, this is clear information.
So the question now is...should the mission continue?
