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She shook her head violently, but her heart was still wavering.

Maybe, just give it a try?

...What are you thinking? Abnormalities are not allowed to contact each other privately. As for the chance to contact each other, you can only wait for the opportunity to work... Such opportunities are really rare.

...What if?

389 Ghosts Make Many Friends

Ghost made many friends.

Lots of weird friends.

Don't get me wrong, it refers to humans.

Well, there are some that aren't so weird, of course.

Yes, without the supervisor knowing, the ghost's friends were already all over the Lobotomy Corporation, whether they were the employees who came to its containment room to interact with it on weekdays, or the anomalies with different thoughts who also lived in the containment room.

Anyone who can speak clearly is a friend, and anyone who can't speak clearly is still a friend even if you beat him a few times.

The ghosts were extremely delighted with these friends who were not very good at talking.

Whether it's the feel, the hard-to-kill nature, or the bizarre attack methods, there's no better sandbag than them.

Now its containment chamber is silent again.

The black shadow spread out from his cloak and slowly and inconspicuously followed his shadow and slipped into the gap, leaving behind only an empty shell containing instinct and most of the void matter.

The ghost swam quickly along the gap. Since it was still the working period of those humans, it only thought for a moment before deciding which containment room to go to.

After all, as long as the shadow is not attached to the wall, the appearance of the shadow is still very eye-catching.

The place the ghost decided to go was extremely dark, and it was very sure that the inexplicable sight would not be able to see the room clearly.

As soon as it dove in, it was greeted enthusiastically.

There was a rustling sound in the dim, almost invisible room.

It felt like something small and sharp was scraping across the floor.

If a ray of light came in at this moment, you would probably see this terrifying scene.

Countless tiny spiders with uniform shapes were crawling and moving rapidly on the ground. They were completely crowded together, like a surging black tide with no end in sight. Everywhere you looked, there were insects.

For ordinary people, this indescribable scene only makes the ghost feel happy and even close and familiar.

The ghosts even felt that the other party was the closest creature to them besides the container.

The same indescribable and unsightly nature, the same synonym for chaos.

The little spiders formed a circle around the ghost, leaving only a small space. They welcomed the ghost with joy and showed special enthusiasm.

Their consciousnesses coalesced into a reluctant whole, and they communicated in the most superficial way using what the ghosts had once taught them.

The words were so jumbled that even ghosts could only roughly make out words like welcome and happy.

After all, in the eyes of the consciousness formed by the little spiders, the ghost has some essence that is very similar to theirs, but it is much more complicated than theirs. So! It must be a relative!

Their simple minds cannot hold too many words, but the person they are after having thoughts makes them subconsciously want to share the best things with others.

After the ghosts settled into their seats, they chirped and gathered around a cocoon hanging from the ceiling, carefully gluing themselves together one by one to form a giant spider.

If the bee colony could see this scene, they would probably have a lot to talk about.

The giant spider stretched out its not-so-slender limbs and shook its cocoon, and Jane immediately felt a faint reaction from inside.

The little spiders gathered together with some regret.

Not the best tasting state yet.

Please wait.

They conveyed this message and began to urge the cocoon to secrete more digestive fluid to make the biological brew inside sweeter.

The struggle inside the cocoon gradually weakened.

But the ghost has already sensed the familiar scent inside the cocoon, as if it were from a familiar friend... It's not quite sure what it tastes like, but it doesn't have the habit of eating friends. Even if this friend isn't as important to it as the others in the chat group, he is still a friend.

But the little spiders are also its friends... If it rescues them, will the little spiders be sad?

The ghost was caught in a dilemma. It didn't know whether to stop its friends from eating each other. This was an unprecedentedly difficult philosophical problem for the ghost. It had never thought about such a complicated problem before.

The struggle inside the cocoon became weaker and weaker, and finally there was no response at all. The ghost raised his head with some regret, and the next moment he began to look forward to the taste.

In the eyes of ghosts, eating the body of a friend is also a relatively special way of burial, and even a more respectful method.

After all, the mantises have already said that eating the corpses of their companions can provide themselves with more energy, which is equivalent to allowing their dead companions to continue fighting side by side with their former friends. As long as they can continue to fight with their companions, there is nothing to regret even if they die.

The next moment, the ghost keenly captured the time fluctuations in the air, and the next moment, the cocoon that was originally hanging in the air disappeared silently.

The little spiders scattered in an instant, stretching their short limbs, looking around and searching everywhere, while exuding a constant sense of confusion.

Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

Where? Where? Where? Where?

The words they spoke were totally incoherent and even inaudible. If ghosts were not able to directly resonate with their emotions, it would be really difficult to understand what they were saying.

In the end, they were all disappointed, unable to understand why the food they had wrapped with so much effort just disappeared like that?

If you just wait a little longer, you will get the sweet and delicious juice.

But the simple-minded little spiders didn't dwell on this matter too much. They just felt a little lost for a while and then all gathered around the ghost, expressing their joy over and over again.

The ghost also solemnly took out a large bag of candy from his void, sat cross-legged on the ground, and distributed candy to these little guys one by one.

The little spiders immediately changed from their messy appearance to an orderly arrangement, one after another, sitting in a row and circling the room for who knows how many times.

The ghost solemnly placed the candy on the head of each of the little spiders, listened to their expressions of joy, then stretched out his slender limbs to hug the candy, rolled to the side, and inexplicably thought of the group of containers.

Those containers didn't seem to have any problems except that they were a little taller than it. As their elder, and an elder just like Chunchun, it didn't seem to be what an elder should do if he just ran away so capriciously.

After the last candy was distributed, the ghost fell into deep thought after trying hard to wrap the candy with his claws to prevent the gifts from falling out, resulting in the ground being covered with round spiders rolling around.

Maybe it really should consider going back.

390 That day the ghost remembered his fear of being dominated by the tall man

[God of the Void] Ghost: I'm leaving.

Adhering to the principle that even if you forget to say hello when you come, you must say hello when you leave, the ghost decisively opened the private chat in the chat group.

The supervisor, who was so busy that he even had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, replied with a "hmm" without even looking up, and continued to plunge into the great cause of management.

He had long forgotten the so-called empiricism that should be paid attention to, and he also forgot that he should pay attention and be cautious in receiving this group member from the chat group.

He was only thinking about how to deal with all those annoying noises. The continuous overload operation for more than ten days almost made him collapse.

For him, even pouring a glass of water became an extremely difficult task. He had to make great efforts to restrain his trembling hands to ensure that he would not spill all the water he was going to drink.

After all, he hadn't slept for a long time. You know, he worked overtime for as long as those employees worked overtime.

What's worse is that sometimes mistakes would force him to start the day over again, so his overtime hours were almost several times that of those employees.

To the extent that he had to consume some special drinks or even food made from enkephalin from time to time to maintain the normal functioning of his body and stay awake.

If the supervisor had never touched these things before, the energy extracted from the monsters...it's chilling to think about it.

During this time, he also tried to contract an Abnormality. He chose the most docile target, One Sin and One Hundred Virtues.

Then he failed completely. He could not figure out the thinking of the abnormal being at all. The other party only had the so-called repentance in his mind. No matter what ideas were proposed or what kind of deal was proposed, the other party would not be shaken at all. Nothing could tempt the other party. Not even the so-called repentance could make the other party have other ideas. He wasted 10,000 points in vain.

Perhaps he had picked the wrong target.

He should have chosen some Abnormalities with normal thinking and communication abilities, rather than those with absolutely no way to change their habits and customs. But no matter what? This made the director put away many of his thoughts. At least, he would not target those guys again for a while.

You have to know that during the period when no group members asked for help, he could only earn a few points by completing daily tasks. These 10,000 points were enough for him to save for a whole half month.

But another problem that is worrying him now is how to deal with the disappearance of those guys' ghosts?

Although ghosts never contribute any encephalomyelin, it is very convenient to hire them without any side effects at the cost of a small reward when an abnormality gets out of control.

Otherwise, he wouldn't just be tired now, he would have been half buried in the ground long ago.

What's more, the ministers were also paying special attention to this extra so-called abnormal entity.

What's more, the supervisor didn't know whether those guys could find out his connection with the ghost, but it was always an unstable factor that could easily lead to accidents.

He didn't have long to worry. The containment room was still on the destruction alarm, and before he could completely determine whether the abnormality had escaped, the other party came back.

The other party took two steps back with his back against the wall, his chest heaving violently, and his already large eyes now widened even wider, as if he had been frightened by something.

When the supervisor saw this scene, he hesitated and considered whether he should go over to comfort the other person. The next moment, he couldn't help but laugh at himself and stopped looking. It was impossible for him to really go over there. What kind of supervisor was he? He was just a poor worker who was not free 24 hours a day, days a year.

He laughed at himself and worried at the same time, and even he himself did not realize how ridiculous and inexplicable his worries were.

Instead of feeling sorry for ghosts, it is better to feel sorry for yourself. After all, does the ghost's fighting power require your pity?

At this moment, the ghost Zheng was weak, pitiful and helpless, huddled in a corner, and began to think about his difficult life as a worm.

As soon as it passed by with a calm face, its compatriots came over one by one to welcome it as if they had received some signal.

Originally, this was not a big deal, but in just a short period of time, those compatriots had grown as tall as Chunchun. I don’t know how they grew so tall. Anyway, the growth of containers is so unreasonable and it is impossible to follow common sense.

When they stood together in layers, they really surrounded the ghost almost tightly.

Even though his fellow man Meng showed fervent joy and encouragement, the ghost felt only sadness.

There is no way for insects to understand each other, just like ghosts don’t understand what happiness is there over there because they only feel it is noisy.

So, when Chunchun and Green finally squeezed through the pile of containers and prepared to fish the ghost out, the ghost disappeared again. Yes, it escaped shamefully again.

At least that's what the ghost thought, so after arriving at the small but cozy room, it soon squatted down with its head in its hands, feeling guilty for not being able to handle such a small situation.

After all, when faced with those challenges, it rarely runs away.

The mood swings didn't last long, and the ghost finally calmed down. It calmly chewed its chocolate sandwich biscuits, then silently rubbed its face with its chocolate-covered hands, without any awareness.

Why are all containers different?

The ghost asked the question over and over again, the answer to which it already knew, and then shrank even fainter in the corner.

The next employee was shocked when he came over. This was a special arrangement by the supervisor, and he was still a little worried about the other party.

The employee looked at the ghost huddled in the corner and was a little unsure of what to do, but he decided to follow his instincts, just as his supervisor had instructed.

He leaned over to take a look worriedly, only to see something stuck on the ghost's originally white mask.

Perhaps this is the source of the other person's bad mood.

As he thought about this, he took out a clean piece of cloth and didn't intend to wipe it for the other person.

The ghost turned his head and looked at the employee, frowned, and then lowered his head with a look of grievance.

This one is so high, this one is also so high, why are they all so high?

The ghost's already depressed mood was rapidly declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at the increasingly lost ghost, the staff could only hold up a piece of cloth and look at the other party helplessly, not knowing whether to take action or not.

The ghost finally retreated and lay flat on the ground, closing his eyes peacefully and calmly, and covering himself with his cloak, looking extremely peaceful.

391 Some Memories

The ghost woke up very early today, perhaps because he slept too early and too deeply yesterday.

It got up in a daze, sat on the ground with its legs crossed, and subconsciously raised its hand to rub the mask, smearing chocolate on its hand. It was still a little confused, but suddenly woke up, holding up its hand covered with chocolate in a daze. The next moment, a black void spread out from under the mask.

It carefully wiped the chocolate off its hands with the void, fearing that it would accidentally break the shell by using a little force.

After all, it had a lesson learned before. At that time, the shell cracked and the body that had lost its integrity could no longer accommodate it. So it could only nest in the Black Egg Temple, which had been expanded many times. The huge void almost completely filled all areas of the Black Egg Temple, and even a few wisps leaked out through the cracks in the door.

It just sat there curled up, shrinking carefully for fear that it would accidentally lose control and break it again, and then it guided the power of its soul to repair the cracks on its body bit by bit. It took it a long time to barely complete the repair.

During this time, a poor and innocent insect was also scared away.