Abnormal creatures' communication group

At that time, the little guy came here as usual to clean up the Black Egg Temple, which was almost like a ghost's bedroom. As soon as he opened the door, he came face to face with the void. He didn't even last a second and fell straight back.

By the time the ghost reacted, the poor little guy had already been infected by the void. The ghost was at a loss and stretched out some void to hold the other party in the air, trying to wake him up by soaking his soul.

Then the poor little guy fell down again the moment he woke up.

This time he was completely unconscious and his soul could not be awakened.

Fortunately, Chunchun and Green arrived at the scene to clean up the mess and smoothly stuffed the ghost back into the newly repaired body.

Then there was a disagreement on how to deal with this little guy in front of the ghost.

"Just burn it. Why bother with so much trouble? If we leave any evidence in those guys' hands and let them do something they shouldn't, we'll have to get rid of another batch of them. Then we'll have to find some new replacements. Isn't that troublesome?"

Green snapped his fingers to light the fire, and lightly said something without even discussing it with anyone. The fire then spread downwards along his fingertips, swallowing up the poor little guy with exceptional heat. However, before it could spread upwards, it was blocked by a transparent barrier with white patterns.

"Follow the rules."

Just when Green was about to continue the fight with a cold face, Chunchun had already pulled out the bone nail from his back and inserted it diagonally in front of the two people. He also took two steps forward, facing the opponent, and his position was just right, blocking Green and the little guy.

"Well, after all, Father doesn't want to see us arguing, and I don't want to burden him with any more trouble." Green narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "I'll leave this little guy to you. If he causes any trouble, you'll be responsible for handling it. If anything goes wrong, don't drag me into it."

Green immediately put out the flames, as if the tense atmosphere had disappeared completely.

He turned and respectfully faced his father, who had straightened his cloak, and bowed.

In the shadows that neither Ghost nor Purity could see, the tip of Green's tail twitched twice, showing his pleasure.

After all, he had no intention of burning that thing. He knew very well that Chunchun's nature would definitely prompt him to stop it, so he pushed all the responsibility onto Chunchun. As for that thing, his father would not care, or would not care for too long. He would soon forget about it and continue to focus on new things.

So in the end, that thing will not attract any attention from my father, and all the efforts made are destined to be futile and wasteful.

Green hid his dark thoughts so well that the ghost didn't notice the problem, but only became more concerned about his fragile body.

Although the reality now is that basically no one or insect except itself can destroy the body that is reinforced by pale roots, soaked in the void, and protected by skin.

In short, it wiped off the chocolate on its hands very carefully, then used its hands to wipe off the chocolate on its face, and then used the void to wipe it off again, repeating this action over and over again, without realizing that it seemed to have done some redundant and useless actions.

The ghost did not stop until the mask became spotless white without a trace of stains or dust. He then carefully tidied up the folds of his cloak. This was not the first time he had done this. During his travels, he relied on this diligent method to keep his body clean. Otherwise, if he rolled in the mud for too long, it would be difficult to see any signs of an insect.

It was so carefully arranged that when a song no less melodious than Miss Butterfly began to play, the ghosts were completely taken aback.

When the ethereal and high-pitched voice resounded throughout the company, the ghost stretched out his legs and sat on the ground, pulling out the cloak that was pressing under his buttocks. He placed his hands neatly on his legs and listened patiently.

The singing was solemn and beautiful, and it would have been even better if it weren't for the shrill alarms and the sound of many people running around in front of its containment chamber.

The sound became more and more majestic, and when it reached a peak, it was like a lion galloping on the grassland, roaring majestically, while the soprano chorus gradually weakened and slowed down.

With the end of the intense emotional outburst, the following movement gradually becomes soothing, but still retains its grandeur.

The ghost had already ignored the noisy noises and was concentrating on enjoying the beautiful music.

This rather comfortable feeling prompted the ghost to want to leave the containment room like its neighbors and watch this shocking performance up close.

But soon, the ghost gave up this idea with a little regret. After all, he and his supervisor had agreed not to come out on their own unless necessary. Because the thing called enkephalin was really delicious, it would abide by the agreement.

Perhaps the ghost has a special appreciation for this pure beauty, just like it chose to sit under Miss Butterfly's stands, listening to the songs and wasting the so-called time.

The beautiful music will gradually come to an end. With the high-pitched and sustained last score, the orchestra's performance comes to an end, and the ghost closes his eyes contentedly.

Just outside its containment room, there was a chaotic crowd, shrill alarms, and the painful cries of the director that no one would hear.

392 You've Worked in vain again today

When the elegant music died down, the supervisor had no strength left. He just slumped dejectedly in his chair, barely able to move a finger.

It was dark around, with only the screen emitting some soothing light.

There was a lot of garbage piled up next to the table that had not been cleared away, and some even fell to the ground. Those were basically the food he ate when he was extremely hungry. A corner of the bag that was exposed could vaguely see Tony Stark's flashy logo.

The supervisor glanced at the screen with difficulty. There was fire, riot, a very tall bird, a very bad wolf, a magical girl, and, all that was left on the screen was a pool of blood of the employee.

Benno really tried his best, otherwise, there would be a huge mountain of flesh running wildly in this corridor.

everything is over.

He stretched out a trembling finger, and with trembling hands, he touched the TT2 protocol with great difficulty, touching the Ouroboros that had not closed.

The next moment, the image on the screen was completely new, and the abnormalities that were running around returned to their own containment rooms in an orderly manner.

But the supervisor just felt like crying, but no tears came out. He just stared with dry eyes, and the bloodshot veins in his eyes were exposed one by one. With the soft light shining on his body, it looked like he was about to die peacefully.

The sound of a door opening was heard at the right moment. Perhaps someone noticed that the supervisor had unlocked the door, so he immediately came over to help tidy up.

A person with ordinary appearance and nothing special walked in. He lowered his head and silently collected the garbage on the table. He didn't say a word from beginning to end, nor did he look up at the supervisor.

The messy table was restored to tidiness, and ignoring the messy scratches, it looked like new.

The day went back in time, the dead came back to life, the rioting abnormalities became quiet again, and even the rice that had been eaten appeared in the kitchen, along with the garbage.

All traces of that day had disappeared, except for himself.

The supervisor lay limp on the sofa for a long time, becoming increasingly exhausted.

An inexplicable feeling of loneliness enveloped him, and he thought again of the days he had erased. Except for him and those so-called artificial intelligences, no one could prove that those days had existed. There was only his struggle, his anger, his joy, and then nothing was left.

He has done so much, but none of it can be put on the table.

boss?

A familiar voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

Probably only that guy would call him that.

This is Benno's voice. These are some special clauses included in the contract. After the consent of the contracting party, that is, the supervisor, the person who signed the contract can convey the voice to him through thoughts, which is very convenient.

What's the matter?

The supervisor responded without hesitation.

Time has frozen here, which is really uncomfortable. Boss, when are you going to untie it?

Benno couldn't stop complaining, saying that he was almost crushed by the huge monster today. The layers of meat that he couldn't tell the type of were pressing on him, and he almost felt like he was suffocating.

As for those unnecessary riots, he really didn't have the energy to deal with them. After all, his ego equipment was not yet complete, and the two A-level abnormalities he had just taken over had just started their work and had not yet conducted a thorough investigation in detail, let alone find their equipment.

immediately.

The supervisor suddenly perked up, immediately jumped up from his chair, stretched his slightly stiff body, and rubbed his dry eyes.

Although his face still showed fatigue, the previous decadence had completely disappeared.

He moved his fingers slightly, and a new day began.

Why think so much? Instead of thinking about these trivial things, you might as well think about who you are and what you are doing.

As time thawed, it quietly slipped away from its containment room again, leaving only an empty shell in its place.

It's not that it can't act when time is frozen, it can, but there is absolutely no need to.

It first visited those old friends, and after a long time, it finally groped its way to the containment room that it had never seen before.

"Welcome."

The ghost was noticed the moment he came over. The tall guy bent his body slightly, as if bowing, and made a welcoming gesture.

The pure black ghost, like a spirit, also put his hands in front of him and bowed.

"I've heard of you. During the riot, many spectators were chanting your name."

He was dressed in black and white, wearing a gray tuxedo. He had no hands, and his legs were just straight, like a support. The places on his face where his eyes should be were replaced with black musical note-like patterns. There were two black hairs on his head that seemed to be independent entities, shaking slightly.

He remembered that erased time perfectly.

He looked directly at the ghost calmly and asked slowly in a magnetic voice.

"Why did you come to see me?"

The ghost subconsciously wanted to touch the sign. After all, the other person looked like a human and could speak, so it might not be convenient to use other means of communication.

But just as it pulled the card out, the ghost realized that the other party was not of the human race like those guys, so it turned its face away and stuffed the card back into the void with difficulty.

The Silent Orchestra continued to watch each other's actions with a smile, without taking any action.

It's beautiful. Ghosts communicate through the void, gesturing, and sincerity is written all over the small shadowy faces. I love it and miss it so much.

"I have always admired those who truly understand music."

Even that somewhat unchanging face couldn't help but force out a joyful smile under the ghost's praise. After all, the emotional fluctuations conveyed by the other party were so sincere that there was no room for falsehood.

Moreover, ghosts exude a special kind of oppression, which makes creatures like abnormalities, which should not know hierarchy, vaguely have some concept of hierarchy.

"A distinguished guest like you should not be entertained in such a small place."

The Silence Band said so.

"Dear guest, I should show the highest courtesy to welcome you."

He suddenly raised his hands and looked at the other person expectantly.

"So we hope you enjoy what we're going to do next. It will be our honor."

at the same time.

The supervisor, who had just taken a breath and rested, looked at the endorphins that were about to be filled with satisfaction, with a relaxed and happy expression. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he took a sip of coffee, quietly waiting for the last abnormality to finish its work.

393 Boss, Boss, what's wrong with you? Boss, please don't die!

"director!!!!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the sky above Lobotomy Corporation.

The guy who usually just kept his head down, packed up things and cleaned without saying a word was now in a panic.

The culprit behind all this was the supervisor lying half-dead in the chair.

She hurried over and tried to shake the person awake, but when she reached out her hand halfway, she hesitated and could only raise her hand awkwardly.

After all, she had never seen such a scene before. No matter how calm she was, it was impossible for her boss to fall in front of her and she would remain indifferent.

Fortunately, she saw that the other person's lips were still trembling and his eyeballs were still moving, so she reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief. She just handed the coffee on the table to the person's hand, watched the person take a sip of coffee, and was able to continue breathing. She should not die, so she left with peace of mind.

After all, she couldn't enter such an office when her supervisor was busy. If she disturbed him, it would be fatal.

Crystal clear tears flowed from the corners of the supervisor's eyes and slid down, drawing an arc on his face.

The corners of his mouth curved into a strange arc, as if he was smiling, but inexplicably felt like he was crying.

The supervisor took the cup in his hand and drank it all in one gulp, but this action seemed like he was venting his anger. The coffee that he didn't swallow in time instantly overflowed and soaked his collar.

Perhaps because he drank too fast and too quickly, he choked as expected.

He let go of the cup and let it fall to the ground, bounce a few times and roll into the corner. He just covered his mouth and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out blood.

He coughed for a long time, until his throat became hoarse and even breathing became difficult, and then he stopped.

To be more precise, he stopped coughing, because he was now pounding the table again, and even started banging his head against it. He continued to bang as if he didn't feel any pain.

In the dark and dark place, except for the tears that fell at the beginning, the rest of the tears were swirling around in his eyes with difficulty. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and the expression on his face had changed from half-dead at the beginning to a fierce one.

It was a kind of ruthlessness that meant death if not success, with no way out.

It's like a wild beast trapped in a small circle and about to die, which is the most terrifying thing.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the supervisor to calm down. He raised his hand and wiped away the tears with his sleeve, rubbed his messy hair, and touched his rough stubble.

It returned to its normal state.

As for why it is like this?

It's quite simple.

It was just that the entity called Silent Orchestra had escaped again, and its escape was inexplicable. He did not assign any work to the other party, and the other party did not fall into meltdown, and the Reverse Kabbalah value did not decrease. However, the other party escaped and completed an extremely magnificent song under his attack.

All his efforts today were in vain.

Originally, this wouldn't have made him too sad. What really made him sad was that Ghost uploaded a song in the group that seemed familiar to him but a little different, and said he wanted to listen to it eight or ten times more.

He knew that the ghost was here, so this beautiful music could only be the sound of the silent orchestra.

And what the ghost said meant to him that it would be difficult for him to finish the day before the ghost became disgusted.