Lumian hid behind a mirror-like object on the corridor wall, staring at Li Keji's ward through the hard barrier.
He had remained in this position for many hours, only adjusting occasionally to relax.
He waited all night but did not wait for Zarathustra or other deities to come and eliminate Li Keji.
After an unknown amount of time, as the sunlight shone in from the other end of the corridor, different rooms in the psychiatry department gradually became lively. Some people sang loudly, some banged on the door, and some knocked on something unknown, as if calling for breakfast.
At this moment, Lumian saw a large amount of milky white liquid pouring out from the gap between the door of Li Keji's ward and the solid ground.
Milk? Lumian's vision solidified slightly.
The next second, he found that the milky white liquid, which was suspected to be milk, shrank back into Li Keji's ward like a low tide, and the floor became clean again, with varying degrees of wet marks remaining.
Lumian watched silently.
A few minutes later, with his eagle-like vision, he felt that there seemed to be something inexplicable at the door of the ward.
He carefully pressed his face against the mirror, letting it penetrate a little.
The scene he saw in front of him instantly got rid of the mirror image and became clearer.
He then saw a little bit of more obvious white, and then noticed that there were thinner and less obvious white threads around them.
The whole of these things looks like the intersection of pieces, much thinner snowflakes, and also like a mixture of countless white fluffs.
Compared to the witch's spider silk, they are opaque and dyed, so you can still spot them if you look closely.
"Mycelium?" Lumian guessed.
He came up with this based on Li Keji's own special speculation.
After a few seconds, the hyphae all shrank back, passed through the crack in the door, and disappeared into the corridor.
A picture suddenly appeared in Lumian's mind:
A strange giant mushroom man, no, a giant mushroom, walked behind the door and carefully extended its mycelium, not knowing what it wanted to do.
Lumian was silent again.
He seriously thought about a question:
Is it a bad thing or a good thing to let Zarathustra and other Tianzun's men eliminate Li Keji...
As long as they prevent them from taking Li Keji's body to the negative floor of Mu Shu Hospital and use the power of the Mother Goddess to give him a new life, then the whole thing doesn't seem so unacceptable...
Well, Frank Lee's mushrooms in the dream city seem to be superimposed with Mr. Fool's idealistic cognition, making them more terrifying and weird than reality. If they lose control by then, who knows which party will benefit...
No, no, no, fire is also dangerous, but fire can also be used...
This guy is suitable to be locked up in a mental ward and released when needed, or to borrow a few mushrooms with unique functions...
Can a mental ward really lock him up? Should we help him stay in prison and be controlled by the authorities who represent the main consciousness of the dream?
But in that case, it would be very troublesome for us to use him. Moreover, he does not look like a person without mental problems. Franka has popularized science. In the dream city, such mental patients do not need to go to jail.
For lengthy treatment in a mental hospital...
Lumian retracted his face and put some distance between himself and the mirror.
At ten o'clock in the morning, he saw Huang Jiajia, Huang Beibei and his lawyer, accompanied by Officer Dunn and the doctor in white coats, entering the ward.
Then he felt relieved, walked to the rearview mirror of a car in the underground parking lot, jumped out, and then "teleported" directly back to the rental house in Xinhong Community.
At this time, Anthony was in self-isolation, Ludwig was taken away by Jenna, and Lumian ate some bread before getting ready to lie down on the bed to catch up on his sleep.
As soon as he lay down, he felt his phone vibrate.
News from "True Hidden Blade":
"Zarathustra came to visit the group again. He is now on the sixteenth floor and has not come down yet."
Zarathustra was not affected by the report letter? The report letter needs to have evidence, otherwise the police will have to investigate for a period of time and obtain enough evidence before arresting the foreign guest? Zarathustra is still very cautious, foreign guest
This identity is also very clever... Lumian sat on the bed, thought and deliberated for a while, and then sent a message back to Franka:
"There is no need to interfere with Zarathustra's visit, but Zhou Mingrui's attention must be reminded through Roshan."
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Intis Group, within the administrative department.
Franca sent a message to Roxanne:
"If that guy comes to visit the technical department later, remember to remind Zhou Mingrui to pay attention to safety.
"Let's not rush now. What if the enemy chooses another department or other subsidiary to visit? Asking Zhou Mingrui's attention in advance will make him fall into endless suspicion and be wary of everyone around him. In the long run, it will affect his mental state."
Roxanne responded with a "cat nodding" expression.
To their surprise, Mr. Huang did not bring Zarathustra down for a visit. They stayed on the sixteenth floor until noon and took the special elevator to leave.
"The alarm has been lifted. The enemy has not contacted the target, so Roxanne did not give any warning." Franka took advantage of her lunch break to report the situation to Lumian.
Lumian quickly replied:
"Then this afternoon I will take the step that hinted at the existence of Zhou Mingrui's extraordinary power during the day, and be a little more radical. You, Jian Na, and Anthony, from now on, do not contact me, delete the chat history, and even my WeChat account,
QQ number, please wait until tomorrow afternoon to come back."
"Will this be mixed with the result of Anthony's test of Peng Deng? If he is kicked out, we will be a little confused whether it is Peng Deng's problem or whether you are involved." Franka raised the details.
doubt.
"No, he and I were isolated from each other last night. The results of each other's experiments will not affect each other." Lumian was prepared yesterday.
As soon as Franka's consciousness returned to the body of "Rolf", he began to prepare.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian came to Intis Group in advance and had an early dinner.
Then, he and Lao Xia took over from their colleagues and patrolled the floors.
After finishing this matter, they replaced their colleagues who were in a hurry to go to the canteen and watched the surveillance.
Lumian seemed to be observing the situation on different floors, but in fact his attention was completely focused on the interior of Intis Group, on the tenth floor.
Finally, he saw Zhou Mingrui leaving his work station, walking out of the technical department, and heading to the public restroom in the middle of the aisle.
Lumian suddenly stood up, holding his stomach and said to Lao Xia:
"What I ate just now was too spicy. I need to go to the toilet."
Without waiting for Lao Xia's response, he left the monitoring room.
Lao Xia looked sideways at his back and said almost silently:
"You've only been working for a week and you've learned how to take a break?"
In the corridor, Lumian avoided the two security personnel coming out of the elevator, turned to the stairs, melted into the shadows, and quickly went down.
In less than thirty seconds, he reached the tenth floor.
Then, he pretended that he was confirming the problems he had discovered while patrolling the floor before, and openly entered the corridor between the administrative department and the technical department, and came outside the bathroom.
He glanced left and right, then walked quickly into the male's side.
At this time, Zhou Mingrui was cleaning his hands in front of the sink.
Lumian glanced inside the bathroom and confirmed that no one was in front of the urinal. One of the four stalls seemed to be locked.
Zhou Mingrui turned around and happened to see him.
Lumian took out a lighter and smiled.
His thumb kept pressing on the lighter without making any contact, but the lighter emitted strings of red flames.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Mingrui, who was already doubtful, became tense instantly.
Is this supernatural power or some kind of magic?
Lumian took two steps back and pressed his other hand on the edge of the door frame of the men's bathroom, quietly activating a black mark on his body.
"Bottle of Fiction"!
He separated the sink area from the bathroom itself and the space outside.
Lumian looked at Zhou Mingrui who seemed to be ready to get angry at any time, smiled slightly and said:
"I drank a drink called 'Hunter'."
You really have a problem... Zhou Mingrui's eyes narrowed slightly, and his suspicions and worries for many days finally became a reality.
Lumian turned his head and glanced in the direction of the urinal:
"I'm here to remind you to be careful about that foreign guest named Zarathustra."
Zarathustra...Zhou Mingrui was deeply impressed by this long name.
As a technician, he was assigned by General Manager Huang to pick up Zarathustra and was responsible for being a translator and commentator. However, either the plane had a mechanical failure or there was a violent storm and thunder, so he was never able to pick him up.
Later, because he listened to a song, he took sick leave and missed Zarathustra's first visit to the company.
Later, he saw the group company's publicity and knew what Zarathustra looked like from the videos and photos.
After being reminded by Lumian, Zhou Mingrui suddenly remembered that before Luo Shan reminded him to be careful yesterday, the old man standing at the door of the Business English class seemed to be Zarathustra.
"Rosanne's reminder also points to Zarathustra?
"How did she know that Zarathustra was visiting the Dream School?
"Yes, Li Ming was at... yesterday
"Li Ming and Luo Shan are in the same group?
"Luo Fu only joined the job one day later than Li Ming..."
When thoughts flashed through Zhou Mingrui's mind, Lumian lifted the "bottle of fiction" and walked out of the men's bathroom without explaining.
Zhou Mingrui looked at his back and suddenly felt that the undercurrent lurking around him was much more ferocious and exaggerated than expected.
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After patrolling the floors again, Lumian stood at the window of his office, watching the last golden and red afterglow of the sunset being swallowed up by darkness.
Night has officially arrived.
At this time, Luo Shan, Luo Fu and Zhou Mingrui had all left work, and the latter had just left for a few minutes.
Lumian looked at the brightly lit buildings, raised his chin slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, waiting for possible "exile".
This time, if he is kicked out of the dream, Zarathustra will not be spared either.