[Identity verification completed, today’s work begins]
[Warning, leakage accident]
After opening the Return Order for a moment, he took off his mask and entered the warehouse.
And immediately, familiar reminders came to mind.
It was obvious that the warehouse was not prepared to give him a holiday on the last day.
[Name: Horse Leg, Number: 2-155]
[Today’s work content has been updated: Enter the containment scene of 2-155 and complete the re-containment]
[The current san value is 106, the current inspiration is 99]
A level 2 item? I thought I would receive a mission to kill myself.
While sighing, Fu Qian's attention was on the mask next to him.
After a round of erosion by the Return Order, the mask now looks smooth and clean, without even a trace of blood.
The next time you wear it, you shouldn't have to worry about sending yourself back to Beijing and being forced to buy another ferry ticket.
The reason why he felt that he might be given the task of housing him was because he considered that what he had done before was a bit counterproductive to the warehouse that had been trying to cover up the Kisaragi Kana incident.
However, it seems that at present, my temptation has not been responded to, and the warehouse does not seem to have the idea of turning itself into inventory.
[Due to scene restrictions, you cannot carry any equipment or weapons]
【Choose your skills】
Is there such a thing?
In the new prompt, Fu Qian was curious and selected all the skills to confirm.
Since the carrying limit has never been reached, Fu Qian is currently in a state of pressing zero with his eyes closed regardless of item skills.
However, this kind of restriction on a single item is still encountered once, and I don’t know what novel scene it will be.
The scenery in front of me changed rapidly while I was thinking.
[Entering 2-155 containment scene]
[…1%…5%…15%…45%…75%…95%…100%, the containment scene is loaded]
[This is an ordinary corner, a corner in a bustling city.
However, beneath the calm appearance, there is a special research institute hidden.
Here, careerists are complacent and try to analyze and interpret everything.
In the eyes of this group of crazy pursuers, there is nothing that cannot be put to good use, and everything has its price, even extraordinary power.
Unfortunately, what they don't know is that their so-called interpretation is extremely ridiculous in the face of real power.
Self-righteous imitation will only bring tragedy]
"how are you feeling?"
uh-huh?
As soon as his five senses recovered, he heard a voice coming from in front of him, with a tone like a doctor's consultation.
Really a doctor?
The next moment, Fu Qian looked at the person who appeared in front of him. It was a man with glasses wearing a white coat.
He looked like he was in his forties, sitting behind a metal table, looking at himself with slightly narrowed eyes.
It's just that although the questions he asked seemed to be concerned about his own situation, his attitude was a bit indifferent.
"not bad."
Although I am not sure about the current situation, I still give a quick answer before paying.
This is not nonsense. Compared with the previous mission, when you open your eyes and appear in a torture device full of needles, this is indeed not bad.
While answering, Fu Qian also took a look at his lower body.
For a moment, he seemed to understand why the warehouse did not allow him to carry items.
At this moment, he was wearing an orange uniform.
Eye-catching, bloated, with no sense of tailoring, it smells like cannon fodder at first glance.
It is indeed a bit exaggerated for a cannon fodder to have his hands full of rings and even wear an iron cage on his head.
However, as compensation, the warehouse did something.
At this moment, Fu Qian could feel that without using any props, his aura seemed to have been masked by special means.
"not bad?"
The cold-faced demon doctor's eyes flickered under his glasses. After staring at the front for a few seconds, he took a piece of paper from the side and took a photo.
"What time is it?"
"Eighteen fifteen."
Before paying, he glanced behind this person and announced the time.
There was a palm-sized digital clock with no decoration.
Just like this room.
"Great, now you draw it on paper, in the form of a clock."
uh-huh?
The moment I received this message, I couldn't help but want to look in the mirror.
When you draw a clock, it depends on your mental state, right?
He naturally thought of his own vest named Dancy.
Sure enough, there are so many cannibalistic perverts playing the role, does evil get retribution?
Complaints are complaints, but Fu Qian kept busy with his hands. He took the pen and paper and finished it in one go, drawing a clock as full as a compass.
…
This hand obviously shocked the magic doctor behind the desk. For a moment, the demon doctor couldn't help but sit up straight, staring intently at Fu Qian's movements.
In the face of such attention, Fu Qian was not polite, and soon a laser-printed clock appeared on the paper.
…
When he put down the pen before paying, the magic doctor couldn't wait to grab the picture.
After watching silently for a while, this man with a slightly complicated expression finally took the pen from the side and left a mark on it.
【9527】
The moment these four numbers came into view, I felt a long-lost pain in my balls.
This should be your own number? Sure enough, if you do any unjust deeds, you will be punished by yourself!
Not long ago, I just worked on a project for Kana Kisaragi, and then I was treated the same way.
Yes, he had discovered just now that he was by no means an ordinary patient receiving psychological counseling, or even a prison humanistic care patient.
He could tell from his perception that there was more than one person like him waiting in line outside the small room in front of him.
Combined with the mission introduction just now, the situation is quite obvious.
As a mysterious research institute, I, like the group of people outside, have been used as a probe for "careerists".
After coming into contact with something, my mental state is being assessed.
So could the thing in contact be a "horse's leg"?
Before paying, I was deeply impressed by this name.
"Take him out."
And as the magic doctor pressed the button on the communicator, someone soon pushed the door open and entered.
Two tall, tough men in black uniforms walked up to Fu Qian and motioned for him to stand up from his chair.
Following the good advice, Fu Qian followed the instructions very cooperatively and followed the guards all the way.
The departure route seemed to have been deliberately planned. I didn't meet any other people along the way, and was finally led to a door before I paid.
One of the two guards opened the door, and the other motioned for him to go in without saying a word.
Click!
As the door closed behind him, Fu Qian looked around casually.
This is a room similar in size to the room just now. It is also a metal structure, but the difference is that it is simpler. Not to mention the clock, there are no tables and chairs.
Looking at the silver-white wall, Fu Qian silently recalled the actions of his fellow demon doctor when he left.
Watching him leave, the man thought over and over again about the two piles of reports in front of him, and finally put them into a thinner pile.
So it is still classified as abnormal?
Just what I wanted.
Even though Calvin wanted to stump me, Revolver (ω), I ended my leave and started paying off my debts.
In addition, the original plan of making up extra chapters after finishing the book was changed, and Zuolun decided to put pressure on himself to pay off all the debts this year.
The current accumulated debt, plus the addition of updates from the alliance leader, is tentatively scheduled to be thirty chapters in total. Please supervise and encourage book friends. I will update the debt changes regularly.