After staying in Room 216 for a while and then coming out, you won't have to worry about encountering Chad in a short time.
As a result, Feng Bujue's pace also slowed down a little.
To make a long story short, ten minutes later, he re-entered the elevator and pressed the button labeled b1.
The elevator door closed slowly and a rumble sounded.
Not long after, the door opened again. In front of the door was a corridor only five meters long, and opposite was a thick metal door.
"Why does it look like a bank vault..." Feng Bujue muttered and walked out of the elevator.
During the few steps from the elevator door to the blood bank door, he seemed to have figured something out, and suddenly smiled: "Yes... In the Monster Kingdom, things like blood really need to be kept well."
Soon, Feng Bujue took out the key and opened the door of the blood bank. Before he entered, he heard someone talking inside: "Who is it?"
This "man's" voice is very unique, just like the hoot of an owl. Even if he speaks a short sentence, a strange sound of "coo coo..." will still come out of his throat.
"It's me..." Feng Bujue's reaction was so quick. He replied without even thinking, "Lester."
"Oh..." the speaker responded casually.
While Brother Jue was replying, he already looked into the room...
Behind the metal door is a space of about 200 square meters. Compared with other rooms in the hospital, this place is surprisingly spacious. There is only a desk in the middle of the entire blood bank, and cryogenic cabinets for storing blood are neatly arranged in the middle of the room.
All around, standing against the wall.
At this moment, the "person" sitting at the desk was flipping through a magazine with slow movements. He seemed to have a common attitude towards "Lester"'s visit.
"Because it's underground...so the space is spacious..." Feng Bujue walked into the door and looked at the surrounding environment and thought.
"You are on duty today." The person sitting at the table spoke again.
After getting closer, Feng Bujue noticed that this guy was also an NPC with an extremely curious appearance...
This person's face can be divided into three layers... First, his lowest layer of skin has a rock-like texture, with pits and pits. There is a faint light; then, on this layer of skin, there is a sparse layer of skin.
The light green hair looks quite soft... Finally, on the outer layer of its face, there is a layer of material like a fence, criss-crossing and covering the face. The texture is very similar to human fingernails.
When Feng Bujue saw this person's face, three sentences immediately popped into his mind: "What is your purpose for coming to Earth? Is this a performance art? Are you itchy?"
Of course, he would never actually say these words.
"Well, it's me." After a quick glance at the other person's name tag, Brother Jue continued, "How was your evening... Frank?"
"It's still the same," Frank replied. "For those of us who work shifts every seventy-two hours (some monsters only sleep once every few days), it's the same at all times." He said, raising his head and scanning Feng Bujue.
With one glance, he said, "You're just in time, can you help me peel an apple?" He nuzzled at an apple placed on the table.
When Feng Bujue heard this request, he couldn't help but feel a little strange and thought to himself: This guy can't peel it himself? And...how did he know that I happened to have a folding knife on me?
Although he was a little suspicious, Feng Bujue did as the other party said in order not to reveal his fault. He picked up the apple, sat on the edge of the desk, facing a wastepaper basket, and began to peel the apple.
"Thank you, I trouble you every time." Frank said, put down the magazine in his hand, and took the documents and pen from the desk, "Are you here to get the count's blood?"
"Is this guy able to read other people's thoughts?" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "It's impossible...has he already seen through me?"
"Ah...right." Brother Jue broke into cold sweat, but on the surface he still acted very normal and responded to the other party in a calm tone.
"Well, I'll just fill out a few documents." As Frank spoke, he lowered his head and got busy, "Just wait a moment."
At this time, Feng Bujue noticed that Frank's left hand seemed to be disabled. His left hand had no fingers, only two short pieces of stone (for him, they were flesh) protruding out of the palm. Frank could barely use it.
This hand is used to hold the paper, but it certainly cannot hold an apple or a knife.
"You are such a good man, Lester." Frank said, "Well... I wonder who will come over to peel apples for me after you leave." He said, shook his head, and sighed again.
"Ha..." Feng Bujue smiled and responded, "Maybe... other people's views are different from yours. There are many people who are looking forward to my leaving, right?"
Brother Jue remembered clearly that the opening remarks at the beginning of the script mentioned... "No one likes you, Lester"; "The personnel department has decided to fire you, and you will be replaced by a gentleman who is retiring...
Everyone thinks he can do better than you”…
"What are you talking about?" Frank raised his head, his eyes brightening, "You are the most popular employee here... Although you often do things that are against the rules, you are always helping everyone.
Busy. I heard that the dean insisted on expelling you, and everyone was very sad."
"What?" Feng Bujue stopped peeling the apple, his expression changed slightly, and asked, "Wait...then...where is Chad? He should want me to leave, right?"
"What's wrong with you today? You said something strange." Frank replied with an inexplicable look on his face. "You and Chad are best friends. They have been best friends from preschool to high school." He sighed slightly,
"I know that after the death of my sister, Chad has been unable to get out of the shadow of grief, and he is still angry with you for this, but I think you will eventually reconcile..."
When Feng Bujue heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and his thoughts suddenly changed: "What's going on...it's different from the paragraph at the beginning of the script..." Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, "Wait...what if...
The person who made the remarks... is the dean..."
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Two minutes later, Feng Bujue finished peeling the apple, placed it in front of Frank's eyes, and said with a smile: "Okay, buddy."
Frank said: "Ah...I'll be busy here for a while." He tilted his head slightly, "The blood type B is in the same place, in cabinet No. 17. You can just grab two packs."
"Okay." Feng Bujue responded, walked to the wall, opened the freezer, and took out two packs of type B blood.
Then, he turned around and walked towards the door.
"Uh... let me ask by the way." When Feng Bujue walked to the door, he stopped again and turned around and said, "You should know the date and time now, Frank?"
This is an obvious thing. A person who works in an underground blood bank and only works one shift every seventy-two hours should have a timer. Otherwise...if the person who takes over his shift never comes, he will probably
I will stay there forever without realizing it...
"It's now..." Frank didn't look at any clocks or instruments. His eyes suddenly became very serious, "December 6th, 3:30 in the morning." He paused, looked up and looked directly into Brother Jue's eyes and said.
, "Lester...your time is really running out."
He was not the first person (or ghost) to remind Lester to pay attention to "time"... but the system never gave any relevant prompts.
"I will do it as soon as possible, don't worry." Feng Bujue responded, and then he was silent for two seconds. Before going out, he still left a message, "You...take care."
At this time, Brother Jue's eyes were solemn, and he seemed to already know something...
He quickly walked into the elevator, returned to the second floor, and immediately started running in the corridor.
"Sure enough..." Feng Bujue muttered as he ran, "When I 'realized', a physiological reaction appeared..." He lowered his head and looked at his hands, and the entire palm turned purple-black.
"Huh..." He tried to exhale, but white mist appeared.
"Time is indeed running out." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "The props whose functions are still unknown are... a white sock, a backup key that can open an unknown door, and a small mirror... I hope it can be used.
Let's go..." He glanced at his palm again, "Huh... After handing over this blood-delivery task, I have to go to the third floor anyway... Judging from the current situation, I can hold on for another hour at most.
