Abnormal creatures' communication group

He finally chose to ask the doctor about this question, and the doctor told him that he could go find Tony Stark to upgrade his equipment and weapons.

This answer made him hesitate for a long time. Did she really want to go to that questionable-looking person to order a batch of equipment that might have problems?

Not to mention whether he can afford the price, even the possible hidden dangers that may follow are something he is unwilling to face.

But in the end he chose to agree, and the new equipment was put on today, just now.

The reason for agreeing was simple, because the ghost was here and he trusted him. Besides, the level of technology here was no worse than that of Tony Stark, they just took a completely different path.

So, if you worry too much in this situation, won’t you be tying yourself up in knots?

Of course, he could also ignore the lives of those unlucky people and not care about this problem...

But he felt that this was a good way to test the man named Tony Stark in a fair and open way, and he could also win over a group of people's hearts. What's more, he had already noticed that the so-called ministers of various departments had their own thoughts.

Each one of them said, "Just do your job well and don't have too much sympathy, but your inner inclination... who knows." If she could win people's hearts and sell them a wave of goodwill, this might become a powerful bargaining chip for her, especially for those who didn't seem to share Angela's sympathy.

Before the director had time to think more, a shrill alarm interrupted his thoughts. The clown-like puppet was now standing outside the containment chamber of the most recent abnormality he had taken in, and the Inverse Kabbalah value on it had returned to zero. The newly taken in abnormality had escaped, and the clown was still laughing wildly, reminding him with his shrill laughter.

Reminding him like a fool.

384 What is shame?

[Attention, all departments, attention, an Abnormality has broken through the containment center. Please be aware of the Abnormality that is escaping. If you see or come into contact with it, please report it as soon as possible and immediately implement suppression measures.]

Compared to supervisors who only hear a shrill alarm, all employees inside the facility can hear the most detailed instructions.

Those employees who were usually jokingly called clerical staff but were actually cannon fodder raised their heads numbly, then lowered their heads without giving any further reaction.

Contrary to what the supervisor guessed, they cannot be considered independent people. Although they still feel fear, scream, and flee in panic, that is just the instinct for survival.

They have almost no remaining memories, only some basic common sense.

Their daily routine is to complete their work step by step. They don't need innovation, courage, or thinking. They don't need anything. All they need to do is to strictly follow the standards and complete the tasks assigned by their superiors without any deviation.

That is enough.

So naturally, some unnecessary things will be taken away.

If you remember something you shouldn't remember, then erase it. If you are scared to insanity by death and blood, then wash it again until it's brand new. If there is really no way to use it, then discard it. Anyway, most of these employees are garbage they picked up, waste that no one wants. It's enough for them to be cheap, and it doesn't even matter whether they are useful or not.

The sound of the intelligence was so harsh that it made them panic reflexively. They didn't know who started running first, but everyone followed suit, running aimlessly.

It seemed as if this could help me vent everything, get rid of the panic, the unspeakable confusion, the numbness, and the few remaining thoughts.

After all, thinking has become a burden to them, which makes them think that they are still alive.

I don’t know who started screaming first, but then everyone else started screaming one after another.

But they couldn't find a reason or an answer as to why.

The company wasn't too big, but the bright and cold corridors were crowded with people, so naturally there would be unlucky people who happened to meet the escaping entity that had not yet been forcibly suppressed.

The other party knelt on his knees in a strange posture, moving his fat legs, moving forward little by little. On his originally bald head was a pure black metal hood, like a hammer, which looked very heavy. Perhaps it would make a loud noise when it hit the ground, making a hole.

The unlucky guy was stunned at first, looked up, and panic immediately arose in his brain. His instinct told him to run away, so he ran straight forward, running in the direction of the other party, and heading straight towards the other party.

This was undoubtedly a foolish act of suicide, but in his mind it was perfectly normal.

Because panic equals escape, but the thoughts in their heads don't tell them which direction to run, they only tell them to run.

One of them was at this end and the other at that end. As they ran towards each other, the distance between them was shortening at a very fast speed.

The black hammer-shaped hood was clearly imprinted in the pupils of the unlucky guy, and continued to expand until it completely filled the other person's entire pupil.

The unfortunate guy who was running wildly suddenly stopped because he remembered what was said on the radio.

He wants to suppress the other party.

So he began to feel for the weapon at his waist.

The abnormal being was only one step away from him, and a huge iron hammer was hanging above his head, and then it smashed down violently.

If this powerful blow hit a person, he would probably be completely split open on the spot, or even completely smashed to pieces, with flesh torn and bones broken. By then, the red and white would be stuck to the ground, and it would be hard to tell if it could be cleaned.

Finally, the heavy hammer stopped. Even though the hammer was almost pressing on the opponent's head and even scraped the opponent's scalp, the hammer had no chance to hit it again, at least not now.

The waist and abdomen of this abnormal being were completely shattered by something terrifying. Large pieces of flesh, blood, and broken and swollen human organs were stuck to the face of the unlucky guy. The next moment, the abnormal being's body, which was still standing upright, collapsed with a loud bang. The originally black and huge iron hammer was destroyed bit by bit, and it narrowly passed by the unlucky guy.

A silver prototype robot with countless lines engraved on it slowly stretched out eight limbs from its abdomen, then climbed up the employee's trouser legs at an extremely fast speed until it was about to be put on. With slight clicking sounds, it continued to shrink and flatten, turning into a circular logo engraved with patterns.

The pattern above is exactly the iconic logo of Stark Industries.

The abnormality lying on the ground was not dead, and even the wound in its abdomen was slowly healing. At this moment, more employees rushed over. They chose a suitable angle with numb expressions, dragged the abnormality on the ground, leaving a trail of blood, and threw it back to the containment room where it was originally located.

A riot was quelled silently, so quickly that the supervisor didn't even have time to react. His finger hovered above the screen, and the order he was about to blurt out stopped. As a result, the employees he could have ordered stopped halfway through their runs, at a loss, looking around and waiting for the next order.

Just, just like that, it’s gone???

The supervisor was puzzled.

The supervisor felt a little amused and helpless.

To be honest, he was really panicked just now, even more panicked than when the ghost came. After all, ghosts could at least be confirmed to be members of the chat group and could communicate. However, none of those abnormalities were easy to get along with. Even those seemingly harmless green elves could easily drill through steel, not to mention the fragile flesh and blood of humans.

So when faced with the first escape of the Abnormality, he was extremely prepared.

As a result, he nervously arranged strategies for all employees, organized and planned double-teaming from front and back, and even thought of a way to play. The opponent didn't even make a splash and was defeated.

What is this? What is this?

The supervisor couldn't help but think about it again.

At the same time, the ghost in the shelter quietly put his bone nail back on his back. After all, he had heard the harsh warning sound and was about to help, but nothing happened next.

This made it decide to chew a few more bags of potato chips to comfort its wounded heart.

385 A growing company

As we all know, Lobotomy Corporation is one of the twenty-four wing companies located in the nest, mainly responsible for energy.

Although it has existed for less than ten years, it has become an unshakable behemoth.

Especially when they officially start working and recruiting employees, they attract a lot of people.

After all, only employees here have the opportunity to live in the nest, and even more than one person can enjoy this honor. The whole family can enjoy it. Even if they die, their families will be properly resettled after their death. A stable life and abundant enjoyment, except for the dangers encountered at work, is this not much better than the back alleys or even the chaotic and terrible places in the suburbs?

In fact, if some unlucky people are lucky enough to be alive, they should know that Lobotomy Corporation has conducted more than one round of employee recruitment. If they understand it more deeply, they probably know that every employee who enters Lobotomy Corporation to work is sentenced to death.

Just like a supervisor, if he knew a little more, he would find that all employees are the same.

The only difference is the utilization rate.

However, putting aside those unknown secrets, Lobotomy Corporation is indeed a company with generous benefits, and people still flock to it.

If you are lucky enough to join this company, then as a new employee, your senior colleagues will seriously give you a book of conduct.

It clearly states the rules and regulations that new employees should follow, as well as some precautions. What’s interesting is that this book is divided into two versions.

Although they are both called employee conduct manuals, there are some differences in the contents.

One is a version written by the first veteran employee himself, which is full of personal opinions and more detailed information. Although some of the views on it are far from what most other employees agree on, it is a must-have book for newcomers in terms of observing and handling details of abnormalities.

As for the other version, it may be more vague, but it can give you a correct understanding of the Brain Lobe Corporation.

They will solemnly recommend both versions to you, and then recommend that you read the latter first and then the former, so as not to be led astray by the former.

Of course, these words were circulated in private. After all, if Benno, the weaver of the first book, who was feared by all the employees of Lobotomy Corporation, heard them, he would probably be dragged to a dark and deserted corner in anger, staring at you with a ferocious face, cracking his wrist bones, and then nagging you for half an hour until you admitted your mistake and deeply realized that what he said was right.

Although no one would believe his mysterious and mumbling words, most people would give him enough face. Just kidding, the legendary story of how he beat up the ogre with his bare hands and dragged him back to the containment room is still circulating within the brain tissue.

The newcomer who stepped into the company with a nervous look on his face was now holding two books in his hands, looking at a loss.

Except for an employee who saw him report in at the beginning and stuffed two books into her hands, no one paid any attention to him. As a result, she forgot everything she learned in the training and could only stand there blankly waiting for her supervisor's orders.

In fact, the training doesn't teach you much. It just teaches you how to obey orders most accurately and how to remain calm in the face of death.

"New here?" A middle-aged man with an untidy beard and a weathered face noticed the newcomer and came over to ask curiously.

So far, each department has four employees, dealing with three regular Abnormalities and one Tool Abnormality. Therefore, each department will most likely leave one person outside to deal with any possible unexpected situations.

After all, there is no need to take any action on the Tool Abnormalities unless the Reverse Kaba meltdown alarm is triggered, and they will not produce enkephalins.

The newcomer nodded.

The middle-aged man smiled kindly at the girl who looked much younger than him, and skillfully reached for the iron box on his trousers. He tapped it lightly and took out a cigarette. He lit it again, puffed on the smoke happily, and picked up another cigarette with his two fingers and handed it to the girl.

The new employee waved his hands in panic and refused to take it.

He was not annoyed by the other party's resistance, but just smiled regretfully, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and put the cigarette back into the special iron box at his waist.

He took a sharp drag, looked at the dying cigarette, and rolled it hard with his thumb until it was completely out. Then he threw it into the trash can. Then he turned his head and looked at the person, asking. "What's your name? We'll be working together from now on. Tell me so we can get to know each other."

He looked at the other person's embarrassed expression and added, "If you're really embarrassed to say your name, just tell me what I want to call you."

"D." The girl, who looked a little shy, uttered the word awkwardly.

"D, right? I suggest you change your title. Otherwise, I feel like if I call you in the cafeteria, three or four people will stand up and answer me. It won't matter in private." He flicked the dust off his fingers, then casually wiped it on his clothes, without ever looking the other person in the eye.

"Wait a minute, that's not a title, and it's not a code name!"

When talking about this issue, the girl's long white hair shook until it was almost a mess.

"This is my name. My name is D."

“……? Didn’t you ask your supervisor to start another one?” the middle-aged man asked with some confusion, rubbed his hands, and wanted to smoke again.

He was not surprised by the other person's name. After all, in a sense, names were a luxury, at least for people in their chaotic area. Most people there were nameless, and having a joking name was a serious matter.

He has seen many employees like this who have no names or have strange names, but they will all go to their supervisors to ask for another name, as if to completely get rid of their past.

The other party was the only exception he saw.

"Because it makes sense." D finally calmed down, and the initial uneasiness he had felt was gradually dissipating.

The middle-aged man almost had an expression of disbelief on his face when he heard the word "meaningful", but he said nothing. He just smoked another cigarette in annoyance. As soon as he lit the cigarette, he heard the supervisor's order through the headphones.

He immediately put out the cigarette in his hand, threw it into the trash can, walked straight ahead, and said the last words to the person.

"Take a good look at those two books. If you have any questions, you can ask me during lunch break. After all, I'm the one who guides the newcomers."

386 Benno's Book

I hope this book can be of great help to you. - Benno

If you successfully join here, I hope you can abide by the following three principles, which will be the most important foundation you must not forget when facing Abnormalities.

Rule 1: Never trust any abnormality.

Rule 2: Be wary of all abnormalities.

Rule Three: After work is completed, private contact with abnormalities is strictly prohibited.

[Also! Stay as far away from that seemingly harmless Abnormality called a ghost as possible! Run away after work! Don't talk too much! Don't talk too much! He is not what you can imagine. Any words used to describe Him are empty and pale! Run!]

As a new employee, your supervisor will place you in the first department for the most basic training. At that time, there will be an old employee among the four employees to teach you the basics. As a new employee, you can ask him for advice on things that cannot be covered flexibly in the books.

If you have thoroughly understood and implemented these three principles, and keep one warning in mind, I will introduce each Abnormality to you in detail.

One Sin and a Hundred Virtues

Normally, the first alien entity a newcomer encounters is the old skeleton, the one formally known as One Sin and One Hundred Virtues.

The other person's appearance was a pale skull, carrying a cross on his back, with thorns wrapped around his head. He didn't look bad, at least compared to some weird-looking abnormalities, he was already quite good-looking. At least he wasn't ugly, and it was quite easy and safe to work on him.

Moreover, this abnormal entity accepts both observation and communication tasks, so those who cannot control their eyes during communication can just look at the face on the other side. There is no special skill in communicating with this abnormal entity. Just confess the mistakes you have made. It doesn't matter if you lie or distort it a little. As long as it is confirmed that it happened, don't make it up. Refuse to make it up. Start with me.

The main thing is that making up stories out of thin air will give you a headache for a while, which is a small matter. The key point is that if the work completion rate is 100%, it will have a bonus of mental recovery for all other employees, and you yourself will feel much more clear-headed and comfortable. Don't underestimate this little bonus. Sometimes it can play a key life-saving role. For your own good, my good, and his good, you must take a serious and rigorous attitude.

This Abnormality sometimes makes strange, piercing noises. Several employees have mistaken its ear-piercing creaking sounds for some kind of low call, but various data points and callback recordings indicate that what they heard were just meaningless, terrifying screams. Of course, it's not necessarily that we heard it wrong, after all, Abnormalities can never be speculated by common sense.

Don't worry, the old skeleton will cause any harm to you. He is the only harmless abnormality here. He can do no harm except to cause headaches for employees who slack off at work and do not obey orders from their superiors.

【Elf Feast】

You can call this thing a tree elf, an elf, or a little guy with wings, just don't call it to its face. Sometimes the supervisor will send you to manage these guys. There is no danger as long as you obey the supervisor's strict orders.

The other party's body is green, and its shape is like a human, with four arms, a pair of legs, and a tail. It has some overly fat breasts all over its body, transparent butterfly-like wings, and blood vessel-like patterns on its wings. It also has some ornaments on its body, which look quite valuable. Don't expect those misers to look at you differently and share those ornaments with you. At most, they will pick off a scale from their wings.

Usually, we have to perform instinctive work on them. I won't go into too much detail about normal instinctive work. After all, you all know that instinctive work for these humanoid anomalies means playing with them. I want to emphasize here that using a clean cloth to wipe their wings and keeping their bodies clean will make it easier to complete the target.

If you do a good job on the task, you will get their [attention]. Some elves will follow you for a while, or even leave the containment room, to help you recover your physical condition at all times. During this process, please be vigilant against these little things. Once these guys have an overreaction, you can immediately use weapons to execute them on the spot and then throw them back into the containment room.