Abnormal creatures' communication group

Benno felt vaguely uneasy the moment he stepped into the room.

The special material of the floor absorbed the heavy footsteps so well that he could only hear his own rapid heartbeat.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. After all, the lesson plan clearly stated that excessive emotional fluctuations might attract the attention of the aliens. As for the attention of the aliens... that would probably just become a new nightmare.

After starting over that day, he did not forget the memory of that time. Instead, his colleagues forgot everything completely. They were still happily interacting with those little green devils and even showing off to him with their blessings.

In response, he just called him an idiot.

He didn't care whether the employee who was scolded looked confused or not, he just wanted to feel happy. Anyway, he had the support of his supervisor, so he didn't need to take these small disputes and frictions to heart.

As for why he knew that those little things were green devils, although the supervisor did not tell him explicitly, those details and the deaths of their kind yesterday, as well as the clear order not to complete the work on the Elf Feast before carrying out the work of other anomalies.

The supervisor told him directly at the time. "If you really were to make a mistake, you could choose the longest route forward, triggering the fuse alarm to alert me to the possibility of an error in my command. While I believe the probability of my causing such an error is zero, I still don't rule it out for the sake of rigor."

The clues were so obvious that if he still couldn't figure it out, he would be ashamed of the fact that he had stubbornly survived in that terrible, unprotected, and lowest-level back alley where he could die at any time.

The lights in the containment room were very bright. Before he spoke, he unconsciously observed the abnormality again. This was something that was unavoidable.

After all, due to the differences in personal understanding and the interrelationships among the four tasks, it is difficult for an employee to specifically complete a single work indicator. There will be more or less some differences, which is why the same instructions sometimes succeed and sometimes fail.

Of course, this situation will gradually ease as your proficiency in working with that Abnormality increases. Well... although the manual says that even if you complete your work very well, if the Abnormality is in a bad mood at the time, it will still not hold back on the previous attacks or exclusion.

The grey cloak had a texture a bit like high-grade silk, and the all-black body could still be barely identified as a human figure, but compared to a normal human, the proportions of the hands and feet were undoubtedly much shorter. He couldn't tell whether the thing on his head was a skull or a mask. Just by looking at it, a word inexplicably came to his mind: smooth as white jade.

He was carrying a strange weapon with many incomprehensible patterns on it.

When he saw this, he quickly looked away and didn't dare to continue observing. A rough glance was enough. Any more and he would deviate from his original work.

But based on what he had just observed, this abnormality looked cute enough, at least much cuter than the group of green little demons next door.

But for some reason, this abnormality was unwilling to look him in the face. When it first stepped in, it was looking at him straight in the face, but now it turned its face away.

This discovery made him even more uneasy.

After all, his power growth was still too immature, far from fully developed. Even if he survived in the end, the painful memories would remain forever. One or two times was fine, but what about hundreds or thousands of times? He would probably go crazy before he died.

"name."

He asked very cautiously, without any tone. After all, before he got to know an Abnormality, how could he know that a so-called cheerful or sincere tone would not cause the other party to rebel?

The ghost turned his head quietly to take a look, then immediately turned his head away and raised the sign.

There are only two short words on the sign.

[ghost]

Benno, who had been thinking that this strange entity had been well-behaved and stable and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar after being glanced at by the other party.

His body began to lose control, and his soul was gradually drifting away. A vast void that could not be described in words enveloped him completely. It was not the so-called darkness, but an even deeper void.

There was nothing there! He heard himself shouting to himself, every pore of his body filled with fear, and even taking two steps back became an impossible luxury.

god……

This thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and with the emergence of this thought, the terrifying suffocation gradually lessened a little, but this did not mean that the sense of oppression was reduced in the slightest.

God, God, God, God, void, void, God of the void...

What was originally just a vague concept gradually became a reality. He almost wanted to offer his loyalty to the so-called God in front of him, bend his knees, throw away his backbone, and believe and dedicate himself wholeheartedly.

As his belief grew, his soul gradually returned to his body, no longer looking directly at his body in a strange posture and perspective.

His knees had begun to bend, black patterns had begun to spread across his body, his eyes were almost completely covered by a black film, and he had even begun to have some fanatical thoughts.

But the next moment, the ancient parchment scroll burned again in front of his eyes. The original haze in the void was completely dispelled, and the black lines on its body were also slowly burning. The burning fire brought him back to reality, but this battle had consumed all his strength.

Benno sat down weakly on the ground, gasping for breath and unable to utter a word. The only thing he could be thankful for now was that the opponent seemed to have no intention of continuing to pursue the victory, otherwise he didn't know whether he could withstand this blow and would completely become the opponent's puppet.

He even had a premonition that if he completely became the other party's puppet, even the supervisor and the unknown contract would not be able to save him, and he would live forever as a follower of the Void God until the end of his life.

This kind of thing shouldn't be in this containment room at all. It's not something that can be contained at all!

For the first time, he was so frightened that he wanted to turn around and run away from the containment room, but he thought of the contract and the supervisor, so he did not leave here in the end but turned back. This time, he wisely chose to lower his head and stop observing.

But the influence did not disappear. The urge to worship him was constantly irritating his nerves, waiting for him to completely relax and surrender.

382 The Fragility of Humanity in This World

Benno no longer knew how he had left the room in the end. He wasn't even sure whether he had completed his mission, but he really didn't want to step into that bright holding room again today.

After leaving the containment room, he took two stiff steps outside. Finally, he lost his last breath and could only hold on to the wall, his legs trembling and unable to move another step.

He couldn't even hear the command clearly, and just stood there in a daze, as if he didn't even have the ability to sit down on the ground.

The director's fingers stopped stiffly on the translucent screen. At this moment, the entire office was dark except for the area around the screen.

It's not a power outage, it's simply to prevent distraction, to prevent the soldiers' things from interfering with his information flow, so that he can make sure to focus his eyes on the screen.

Digitizing employee data was indeed a very convenient and quick thing. At least he could clearly see Benno's red and blue bars, which barely had a trace of blood left, his endorphins, which hadn't pulsated at all, and his reverse Kabbalah straight line, which was neither increasing nor decreasing and was marked as zero.

This made it difficult for him to calm down. It was just a simple communication instruction, how could it turn out like this?

But he couldn't show any more expressions now. He just gave orders with a normal expression, and all his orders deliberately avoided the shelter where the little knight was.

After all, isn't it quite normal that an abnormal being that cannot produce energy is disliked?

But in a place where no one could see, he had quietly opened the chat group, and the words in the display box changed again and again, from the subconscious and slightly angry questioning at the beginning to calm inquiry, and later, there was only a greeting left, and even the inquiry was gone.

He had no right to question others, for no other reason than that he was not strong enough. The other party was not a monster he could contend with, and he still wanted to live. Even if the other party behaved gently, he would not try to provoke a monster that was much stronger than himself.

It is an extremely foolish act and idea to entrust one's life to the kindness of a powerful person who can control his life and death.

[Abnormality Shelter] Today's abnormality is out of control again: Ghost, did you encounter something over there?

He carefully considered his choice of words word by word. After all, he didn't know if he could restore everything if the damage was caused by ghosts. If he used the system's resources at that time, he didn't know how many points he would have to spend.

What's more, he no longer thinks the system is absolutely reliable. He had already seen the limitations of the system from the little girl named Little Red Riding Hood. The power to reverse the time of an entire world was frustrated by the ghost.

You still need to get the other party's consent to continue...

Even if it is possible that they don't want to waste too much of their energy, or there is no need to fight to the end with people in the chat group, it still proves that this so-called system still has its own limits.

So if he really died here, even if it was just an accidental injury by this guy called Ghost, this side might not be able to rescue him.

...the weak, the cowardly and incompetent.

He quietly clenched his fists with a calm expression, suppressing the mixed memories and humiliation that had emerged from nowhere deep in his heart.

[God of the Void] Ghosts: Hide from them.

[Abnormality Shelter] Today's abnormality is out of control again: It seems that you, Ghost, have encountered some very troublesome guys.

[God of the Void] Ghosts: Very troublesome, don't like being stared at by them.

[Abnormality Shelter] Today's abnormality is out of control again: In this case, ghost, can I ask you for a favor?

What he said was very clever. He replaced "follow the rules" with "help" and even discarded the word "cooperate". Although it sounded a bit servile and flattering, it was not so humble to the core. But it was already good enough. When a weak person faces a strong person, there is no room for negotiation.

[God of the Void] Ghost: Nods.

The ghost here didn't react for a moment and subconsciously wanted to nod, causing the two words to become words in the chat box and be sent directly. It stared at the word "nod" and thought for a long time.

The other party should be able to understand what it means, right?

Then he gave up thinking the next moment and calmly and peacefully continued to search for his snacks in his own void.

[Abnormality Shelter] Today's abnormality is out of control again: It's like this, those people who occasionally come in and walk around are my employees. Ghost, you don't need to take them too seriously. After all, they may be too fragile for you.

[God of the Void] Ghost: Hmm.

The ghost was silent for a while, then responded, but couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.

It just doesn't quite understand the secular rules, but it does have its own thinking.

But, but it is really very careful.

Otherwise, it would not have turned its head away to avoid looking directly at the person when the other person just came in.

As for why it can't look directly at people, it's because its eyes are the weakest point separating the void from the outside world. It is afraid that it will accidentally infect the other person and turn them into a void believer. Then it doesn't know how to apologize to the supervisor.

In a sense, the humans in this world are more fragile than ghosts imagine. They have the ability to see the essence but have no way to control and manipulate it. This is an extremely sad thing.

Compared with ordinary people in other worlds, humans in this world possess more abundant energy, but this energy only acts on the soul and spirit, and this energy and spirit are dissipating all the time, so that over the years, their own spirits have not grown and become much stronger. Instead, they dissipate into the world and fill the free spiritual energy in the world. Moreover, this continuous dissipation makes their souls, which should have been strong, become not only loose but also not strong enough.

Even though the ghost was so attentive, it was inevitable that the other party would see part of his essence.

It even realized that the infection was about to begin, but fortunately, it was burned away by something in the end, which made it feel relieved.

So ghosts really try very hard not to infect each other!

The ghost, looking aggrieved, dug out some crunchy cucumber-flavored potato chips from his own void, found a slightly raised place to sit on, and calmly began to eat his snacks.

The supervisor also saw this part through the monitor screen and breathed a sigh of relief. In a sense, the other party's action would make him safe. At least things were going in a good direction.

383 Don’t you think this title is very playful?

The days that followed were like a pool of stagnant water. Not really a pool of stagnant water, but there was no change and no vitality.

The ghost seemed to have really kept its promise. In short, every employee who stepped in returned home happily and satisfied.

After all, the appearance and form of the ghost are very cute. It often takes out some novel snacks to share, or uses its pale soul to heal the injured bodies of the employees, or sits cross-legged and listens to the employees' troubles and stories, and then gives them a caring hug.

So much so that except for the unlucky guy he signed the contract with, the other two employees were extremely diligent in running to the ghost holding room, which made Benno very confused.

For him, if he had not received repeated assurances from his supervisor, he would even suspect that the two guys had been transformed into each other's appendages.

After all, he not only learned about the Elf Feast, but also faced the true nature of ghosts.

But the seeds of fear and suspicion had been planted, and they were difficult to eliminate. Not only did he not intend to exchange any words with them, he also took detours when he saw them. Recently, even when he was eating in the cafeteria, he wished he could be 20 meters away from them. He always huddled in the corner facing the wall. If it weren't for his short hair and the bright lights here, it would have been like a vengeful spirit huddled in the corner.

But it was enough to start some discussion among the remaining two employees.

This situation gave the supervisor a headache for a long time, but the ghost had already shown signs of concessions, so what else could he do? He couldn't just say his employees were too receptive. Those actual declines weren't fake. If the other two employees had been in that situation, they'd probably be going crazy by now.

The only thing he could condemn was the ghost's rude behavior of breaking into his world without saying hello and causing trouble to her, but did he dare? He didn't dare.

The supervisor pressed his head with a headache while collecting the newly sent abnormality.

When he was going through the audit, he was always worried about the ghost and the new employee. He didn't look carefully, so he didn't even know what he had accepted.

It was only now that he had time to pay attention to the newly taken-in abnormality...it looked very unique.

Although most of the anomalies have strange shapes, none of the ones he saw were not unique in appearance, and he probably would see even stranger ones in the future.

The main thing is that this abnormal body actually looks somewhat human. Compared with those strange-looking ones, it looks more like a turbid stream.

The other person was wearing a straitjacket. Even the crude stick figure could show that his leg muscles were swollen beyond recognition and his body proportions were deformed. He had no hair and his eyes were lifeless. He was now banging against the wall of the containment room non-stop, making noise.

Fortunately, the shelter has always had good sound insulation. After all, it is a special building with walls. No matter how many problems there are, even if the abnormalities can escape easily, the basic sound insulation ability is still there.

He didn't think much about it and sent out Benno directly. After all, he had seen and remembered the other party's greatly increased abilities compared to other employees. The remaining two employees combined were not enough for him to defeat alone.

No, it should be three now.

Yes, that's right. With the arrival of the abnormalities, there will naturally be new employees. However, the supervisor still has no impression of them.

Just when he thought that this day would pass by in the same boring way as before, the accident often came more suddenly than he imagined.

Just like the sudden visit of the ghost before.

At that time, he was cleaning up those annoying carnival clowns. They were running around with shrill laughter, which was quite annoying. Fortunately, compared with those red madly wriggling flesh worms, these clowns who were laughing and partying loudly did not have any obvious threatening means, at least not on the surface.

They will not fight back, nor will they attack the other poor and helpless employees who are handling various matters.

Yes, he initially thought that the employees' death rate was already very high. This was already a job that was on the edge of a knife. Until he discovered that the clerical staff were too fragile and those slithering worms could easily kill them. The saddest thing was that they didn't even have names when they died. He was not even aware of it. Only after he noticed the inconspicuous pool of blood on the screen did he truly understand that one or more lives had been lost here.

Perhaps they also had their own families and their own lives, but no matter what, when that pool of blood appeared, everything came to an abrupt end for them.

There is no turning back of time, no resurrection from the dead, only the tragic and real death.

Sometimes he thought about starting the day over again for those poor employees who were not valued by him, and he tried it.

Then he found it was too difficult.

The difficulty is not anything else but how to let them survive.