Abnormal creatures' communication group

They are definitely more dangerous than they let on.

Abandoned Ogre

This guy is quite ugly. His muscles, especially those in his legs, are bloated and enlarged, so it's best to be prepared.

After 2 to 3 days of internship, you will be sent here. Compared with the previous two, this abnormality is not really dangerous. It's just that he is the only abnormality that newcomers can encounter who will suddenly kill people if he is dissatisfied with the work results. You will have to face this type of abnormality many times in the future, so it is a good time to accumulate experience in advance.

So when facing his work, you must wear armor, carry weapons, and be prepared for battle no matter what.

However, if you really can't beat him, just run away. You don't have to worry about him running around. After a while, the guys who usually help with cleaning will forcibly drag him back and he won't make any waves.

As for what kind of work to do to this guy, don't worry about it. Basically, just make him uncomfortable. After all, this is an opportunity to train, and there are not many opportunities to train. After all, the more advanced the abnormalities are, the more dangerous they are.

There is no need to say more about the remaining key points. Just fight this abnormality and it will be over. If you really don't want to work and have the courage to do it, just beat him up. Anyway, the effect is achieved.

[God of the Void]

Although He calls himself a ghost and the name of the abnormality is also ghost, I firmly believe that it is just His disguise. The real name of this abnormality cannot be traced at all. This name is just my personal opinion.

Honestly, if you're assigned to work with Him, then you can only pray for one thing: that He won't attack you. You're not that unlucky one picked out of a million. Never try to provoke Him, or you'll experience the world's most terrifying nightmare. I hope you gain a deep understanding of the nature of this Abnormality, and don't foolishly fall for it. His current appearance is just a disguise! Just a disguise, understand!

Don't be a fool, don't be a fool, don't have any sympathy for the other party, don't have any thoughts about the other party, the other party is not something we can guess at all, not at all!

Those clueless idiots will eventually realize the truth of what I say. I solemnly warn you again: as a newcomer, do not be fooled by this guy's appearance! Do not!

387 The truth is about to be revealed

The clean white cafeteria, the abundant food, the soft but not glaring lighting. The crowds of people scattered here, but it did not look chaotic, but rather seemed to have a unique sense of order.

D was absentmindedly stirring the noodles on her plate with a fork. Even when the unshaven employee she had met earlier sat down opposite her, she didn't even look up, let alone notice the fact that he had arrived.

The sharp fork made a sound as it scraped against the smooth plate. The middle-aged man looked at her, coughed lightly twice, and knocked heavily on the table twice.

"Who...oh?" D frantically held his fork, looked up at the person, and revealed an embarrassed expression. "Senior, you're here?"

"After all, it's rare to see a newcomer who wants to ask me some questions." He calmly used his butt to move the chair a little further out to avoid getting stuck on his slightly bloated belly. "You know, the fun things here are all incredibly dangerous. They're nowhere near as fun as you newcomers."

"Senior..." Even the good-natured D couldn't help but feel a little breathless after hearing the other party's high-flown talk. "Your true colors have been exposed..."

The other party just chuckled. "Really?"

Finally, he looked embarrassed, scratching his messy, greasy hair with his rough, cigarette-stained hands. "How could I be so secretive? I've always been open and honest about my intentions, so how could I possibly be exposed?"

But what he said sounded so natural, even a bit righteous.

D glared at the other person angrily, then simply lowered his head and stopped arguing. He just rolled up the noodles with a fork, rolled them into a ball, and held one of the dangling noodles in his mouth, biting it and sucking it slowly, not caring that the sauce was all over his face.

Maybe he had had enough fun, or maybe he felt a little embarrassed seeing the girl looking angry. Besides, as a senior, he had to be more restrained.

So, he raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose with an embarrassed look on his face, and said defensively for a while. "Isn't this to let you know in advance how bad Abnormalities are? Even the seniors would play tricks on you on a whim, not to mention the Abnormalities themselves."

D ignored him, slurping the noodles on his fork. He was completely helpless now, so he could only raise his hands in surrender, his tone dull and helpless. "Don't be so petty and vindictive."

"Senior." D slurped down the last of his noodles quickly, put down his fork, grabbed a tissue, wiped his mouth, and explained with a serious expression, just like the day they first met. "This isn't pettiness or holding a grudge. This is a matter of principle. Do you understand?"

"Okay, okay, okay!" The middle-aged man agreed, raising his hands higher and lowering his head even lower. "It's a matter of principle, a matter of principle, okay? What's wrong with you really coming to me to ask questions? It's like I owe you something."

Although his words sounded like complaints, an experienced person who knew him well would know that if he wasn't pretending, he would probably be unable to suppress his laughter.

Unfortunately, D was neither experienced nor familiar with him, so he felt embarrassed when the other party said that. He had just been haggling over every word with the other party, but now he immediately shrank his head, blushed, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

I don't know how long I held it in before I managed to say sorry under the other person's smiling and cunning gaze.

"It's a small matter. I forgive you." He took advantage of the other person's verbal advantage without hesitation, then immediately changed his attitude before the other person could react. He sat upright with his hands clasped together, his spine straight, and looked directly at the other person. His tone also became serious. "Go ahead. Ask me any questions you have. I'll do my best."

D, who hadn't quite grasped the situation, watched as the other person subconsciously straightened their posture and responded with the same serious tone. "Senior, why are the descriptions of Abnormalities so different in these two books? Are Abnormalities completely devoid of goodness, and should we remain absolutely vigilant, or are there still some exceptions?"

Yes, she had finished reading both books. After finishing them, she had only one biggest doubt in her mind: one that viewed abnormalities as a scourge of monsters, describing them as the lowest level of malice, and that their thinking abilities were just a false shell used to cover up the truth. They were monsters, monsters that could not be guessed.

However, the questions raised in another book are much milder. Another book believes that abnormalities are just another more exotic race. Although this book also believes that abnormalities are quite dangerous, this book proposes that abnormalities may just have completely different thinking, ideas and even appearance from humans, but they can still communicate and interact.

These two completely different ways of thinking caused her a lot of trouble, especially the experiences of the past few days, which made her even more confused, so much so that she had to find her senior and ask this seemingly meaningless question.

"Interesting, that's the question?" The middle-aged man's previously lazy expression suddenly became sharp, and his deliberate demeanor, which had been used to deceive, became extremely cautious. "Let me guess, you've been in the nest since birth, right? Willful little... employee."

"Don't use such a strange name!" D's originally serious face fell in an instant. She tapped the plate with the fork in her hand in dissatisfaction, and was already wondering in her heart whether this senior was reliable.

"The title is not important. Don't always focus on unnecessary things. For example, the question you asked me, I think you already have the answer and inclination in your mind, you just came to me for verification." He paused, suddenly leaned over the table and got close to the other person's face, which scared D.

"It seems you really are from the Nest. You didn't deny my question. It's strange. As someone from the Nest, you should have no worries about food and clothing. But not only did you choose to risk your life in the dangerous Lobotomy Corporation, you don't even have a complete name of your own. Now you ask a question like this, which reminds me of something strange."

"So, why are you here? And what are you doing here? And why don't you have a name?"

His tone was so aggressive when he said this that the poor employee kept shrinking back and almost broke over his chair.

Messy and useless thoughts appeared in D's mind along with the other party's questioning, and everything began to become chaotic.

388 Some things cannot be changed just by knowing them

D saw his mother.

The joyful melody surrounded her, as if welcoming new life.

She opened her eyes hazily.

Her mother knelt beside her, squeezed half of her body over, and gently touched her delicate cheek.

Mother is so plump and so soft.

The gentle tune wrapped her, and the mellow milk flowed slowly. She just felt her body expanding. The years could not withstand the passage of time, and the old texture gradually became clearly engraved on her mother's face with the clarity of her eyes.

But the mother is still plump.

The graceful singing voice chanted and sang, and the mother knelt beside the small cradle, smiling at her gently. When she smiled at her mother gently with the same smile, half of her mother's hair turned white.

She recalled with nostalgia and greed the fragrance that once filled that long gray hair.

D saw his mother.

A deep and sad sigh pounded heavily on her chest, enveloping and binding her small body.

She opened her eyes with difficulty.

Her mother knelt around her, with her head lowered, her face full of sorrow, and her sighs echoed in the air.

My mother is so thin and so withered.

The melancholy lamentations never dissipated, the sour juice could not fill the young body, hunger and weakness followed one after another, and her mother just numbly stroked her messy short hair, her thin and deformed knuckles scraping across the still delicate skin, leaving scarlet blood, mixed with her mother's tears, leaving a bright red mark.

The thin mother fell on the road hungry, and the food as hard as stone was dissolved in dirty water and stuffed into her mouth.

Left her alone on the road to survival, turning her into a pile of dry bones,

Her mother was even thinner than when she came into the world. Her figure was so weak and her body was so frail.

She recalled with fondness the embrace that almost touched her bones, and missed the rare warmth it contained.

The next moment, D woke up. She stood blankly in the blank space. She looked to the left. On her left was her plump mother, her gentle smile, a warm room, and sweet milk.

Everything is so perfect and happy.

She looked to the right, and to her right was her withered mother, with a numb expression, the swaying wind and rain, and the leftovers that could not fill her stomach.

Full of thorns and bumps.

D turned her head away in shame, and her gradually regained consciousness made her think that she had fabricated false facts in order to escape the painful past.

But soon, she found out that it was not.

Both memories are real, both pasts have happened, and both lives exist. Those confused memories that were originally deliberately forgotten are gradually recalled.

The skinny mother pointed to the discarded billboards piled up nearby and gave her a name.

The plump mother held her delicate hands and taught her to read little by little.

The two memories are pieced together in a disordered way. Who am I?

But in the end both memories end at the same point.

They pointed to the same place.

Lobotomy Corporation.

Whether rich or poor, whether peaceful or displaced, whether seeking fun or for survival, she finally saw the ordinary flyer of the Brain Organization and resolutely chose to join.

Then, here we are now.

The two confused memories could not be combined at all, but she had not thought about it carefully before, otherwise she would have discovered all the confusion long ago.

who am I?

She thought again in horror.

Then, the world shattered and collapsed quickly, and the world in front of me became a mess.

The blinding light burst in forcefully.

D subconsciously closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in front of the table, sitting upright, and the bearded middle-aged man still had his hands on the table, so close that the breath from his mouth blew her hair.

She opened her mouth and subconsciously wanted to scream.

But the other party seemed to have figured out her intention in advance, and just calmly stretched out a finger and waved it twice in front of her eyes.

The scream that had just begun to emerge stopped immediately. D looked at him in a daze, unable to utter a word.

"It seems you have figured it out, so I'll say it again."

He slowly sat back in his seat, straightened his collar, and answered the other party's previous question again as if nothing had happened.

"Use your own attitude and do what you want, as long as you don't break the rules. Does your attitude towards Abnormalities matter? Not really. What are their true natures? Not really. What matters is how to properly manage them and how to properly extract the vital energy from them. As for your attitude, that all depends on your own mood and thoughts."

After he said this, he leaned over to reach the cup on the table next to him. Without paying any attention to the man's surprised look, he picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he stood up, put the chair back in place and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment."

D called him.

She has already freed herself from that series of bizarre memories, so it is naturally impossible for her to let the mastermind behind this series of truths escape on the spot. What kind of dangerous entity is the person behind Kuan Yi really?

“I don’t understand what’s going on with those things?”

The middle-aged man paused and turned to look at the other person.

"Didn't I say that?"

"No, you clearly didn't say anything."

He sighed deeply and didn't linger. "No, I told you, I don't really want to repeat the answer again."

D tried to persuade him to stay several times, but the other party, who had always been so talkative, did not even turn back, so she could only watch him walk further and further away.

"Damn it." She slammed the table in indignation, feeling that the other party was just fooling her. The answer had already been given. If he didn't want her to know the truth, why bother taking her to find out?

She stood up angrily and prepared to leave. The moment she stood up, she seemed to understand something?

This is not important.

Is her memory distorted? Who is she? What are the truths? None of this matters.

From the day she decided to come to Lobotomy Corporation and sell herself to this company, she was deprived of all rights to make her own choices.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself.

Nothing else matters, what matters is whether he can complete his work well and reasonably.

Because she had no qualifications to explore or even consider the secrets behind this company.

Even if the truth is discovered, what does it matter? Maybe she had agreed to become like this in the first place. After all, this company is World Wings.

Forget it.

She pursed her lips and lowered her head bitterly.

D suddenly thought of the black figure wearing a white mask.

Gentle and good at listening.

...Am I crazy? I actually want to find an Abnormality to comfort myself.