Abnormal creatures' communication group

Of course he could go and talk to the ghost, but he felt it was sad that people who were too weak could easily be affected by the unintentional mistakes of the powerful and fall into a bad situation or even death.

Isn't this a perfect description of who he is today?

This feeling seemed to have triggered something, causing him to feel double the pain, a kind of pain called powerlessness.

It was as if he had experienced something before, something that he was powerless to do anything about. At that time, he just watched it happen. He could do nothing. He could only watch, he could only acquiesce, and he could only swallow the bitter fruit alone.

That little bit of emotion triggered the source of his complete breakdown, which he had only just contained.

But the blood on his forehead was still flowing and the roots of his teeth still hurt a little, so he wiped the blood with a tissue and decided not to reopen the day before the ghost finished appreciating him, and try to make the other party tired of listening within one day.

He knew he could negotiate, but he didn't want to, even though it was an extremely wasteful behavior that he had always despised. He didn't want to negotiate, just as he didn't want to compromise.

And the ghost knows nothing about it.

It chewed potato chips and listened to songs. It felt much freer than in Hallownest and had many more friends.

After all, Pure, Green and Honeydew always impose some restrictions on the behavior and social interactions of ghosts for the good of the ghosts.

After all, as the god of the void, the void infection caused by ghosts being in contact with others for too long is extremely dangerous, and they also want to protect ghosts. Even if they cannot reach the level of combat power, they must at least protect the other party's pure, sincere and friendly heart.

It watched the Silent Band return to the containment room battered and bruised after the song ended, and enthusiastically shared its potato chips with this new friend.

When the ghost thought of the word "friend", he couldn't help but add half a word in front of it. After all, Honeydew said that friends are insects or other creatures that are worth cherishing and valuing.

But the ghost did not think that the other party was worthy of cherishing and valuing, because they were not very familiar with each other, it was just that the song was nice, that's all.

The Silent Orchestra looked at the ghost floating up with some surprise. He stretched out his arms and almost put the potato chips to his mouth, but did not refuse.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't eat these things, but when he looked at the other party's bright eyes, it seemed as if his mind was bewitched and he couldn't refuse.

The potato chips were crispy, but he didn't feel much. As an abnormality, he couldn't be explained by any common sense known to humans. Apart from his love for music, it would be difficult for him to have anything in common with any other creature.

"How is it, distinguished guest?"

So he quickly focused his attention on the music itself.

"How was it? Did you enjoy the show?"

He couldn't help but use "how" twice in succession, as if he wanted to confirm something.

The ghost nodded heavily, expressing his affection without any hesitation.

“Having beautiful music appreciated, anticipated, and recognized is the best and most wonderful thing in the world. Thank you for your recognition.”

"We can get on with the next show right away if you need us to."

When the ghost heard about the next performance, his eyes lit up and he nodded heavily, pointing and gesturing at the performance. It would be even better if there were new songs.

394 strategy, calculation, game

The ghost had no idea how much trouble his behavior had caused because the supervisor never reminded him from beginning to end.

But the supervisor did not let go for no reason. Except for the fact that he indulged himself at the beginning due to some emotional breakdown, he later allowed the ghost to do this with a purpose.

At least he could close his eyes and rest on the table without having to worry about anything. Anyway, those unlucky people would eventually be knocked unconscious by the ghosts one by one, and forcibly dragged and fixed in place until the end of the performance.

The ghost was quite sensible in this regard. It clearly fulfilled its duty to help its supervisor when needed. It was only its lack of understanding of the Silent Orchestra that led to this tragic misunderstanding.

The supervisor lay quietly on the table, but the corners of his lips curled up in a subtle arc, making him look like a cunning fox.

Those so-called artificial intelligences are probably about to lose their patience. Anyway, with the strength of the ghosts, it is probably impossible to check and balance them. Not only the Rabbit Team, but also the Minister can't do it.

Artificial intelligence...haha, artificial intelligence.

He once asked a ghost, and the ghost told him that those creatures all have souls, human souls.

This proves that before they became artificial intelligence, they were at least human, so that girl named Angela is full of lies.

I don't know why, but when I think of those guys, my heart inexplicably skips a beat, as if I'm reminiscing about something. Maybe they knew each other before, but that's just maybe, just in the past.

He did not discuss this matter with the ghost. After all, he did nothing but watch quietly.

When he thought of this, he almost couldn't help shaking his head violently... because strange thoughts flooded into his mind again, those screams, those heart-wrenching cries, and the blood that almost overflowed, were about to drown him.

The ghost is still chatting with the Silent Orchestra without knowing anything, showing infinite curiosity.

You are very similar to the void.

The ghost gesticulated and spoke.

The similarity here does not refer to anything else, but to those bands that clearly came out to sing with him but disappeared after the performance, just like so many containers in the void, which can eventually form a whole.

Both an individual and a group.

When it said this, it thought of the group of little spiders again. The ghost was indeed very happy staying here. There were so many creatures similar to the Void here. After all, they were not insects... never were.

It's just that they have a similar appearance, the same language, and the same habits as insects, so everyone naturally ignores their true race, which is that they are Void.

Not moss, not bugs, not mushrooms.

"I am honored by your appreciation."

As always, the Silent Band showed a respect that would have surprised the other staff members, if they had been lucky enough to see it.

After all, he had once had the opportunity to glimpse the other party's true nature. They were creatures infected by the same meme. The other party's memetic infection was so strong that it could even change the abnormality. This ability made him feel afraid.

Because the most important thing for an Abnormal is its unique characteristics. If it loses this, it will have no self-identity more than any other race.

While they were having a lively conversation, not all creatures were so happy.

Especially for employees.

Today's work is much heavier than usual, and it seems like there is no end in sight.

No matter how hard life is on weekdays, there is always a limit. Although there is no such thing as leaving get off work on time, it is not so hard.

Fortunately, it’s just hard work.

In fact, those numerous riots and so-called tests all came to a perfect end due to the large-scale mental damage caused by the Silent Orchestra and the coordinated suppression of ghosts. The only thing they had to pay attention to was not to be killed by the chaotic battlefield.

Good ghosts are familiar with everyone, so the warm soul waves wrap them up so that they can even completely listen to one song and then go on to the next one.

Benno stared at that place with a frown on his face. No one could enter the containment room without the supervisor's order. But every now and then, when the Silent Band ran out, they were followed by a black shadow. He could see it. He could never forget that familiar look, even if it was burned to ashes.

He was certain that this endless day and the restlessness of the Silent Orchestra were all caused by the terrifying creature called Ghost. Perhaps it was because of something in common between them, or perhaps it was some strange attraction.

It was like the bad wolf and the Little Red Riding Hood mercenary, like yin and yang, but he was sure that there was a huge difference between them, although he didn't understand why.

Although he didn't know what he could do, he also didn't know what he could do if the god-like monster really decided to devour this place.

But at least he now wants to share some of the burden with his supervisor.

And his friends...

Although the company manual had warned against developing overly intimate relationships, as this was not conducive to the control of abnormalities, there were still many people who violated this rule, so much so that everyone later reached a tacit understanding and no one even mentioned this rule again.

After all, the more lonely and miserable people are in, the more they want to stick together, as if that would make them feel warmer.

After all, a single chopstick is easy to break, but a bundle of chopsticks is hard to break.

But in fact, according to Benno's experience, this is completely useless nonsense. The so-called bundle of chopsticks cannot be broken, but it is based on the fact that the opponent does not have enough strength, and those abnormal bodies are obviously not in this range.

After all, he had experienced almost ten times, or even dozens of times, more time than these guys. He also knew that the supervisor had placed him in an airtight little room for his safety, and then used human lives to pile up qualified data, and then chose to start the day again.

Thinking of this, he wanted to sigh. At the beginning, there was some warmth in the supervisor's eyes, even some gentleness, but the longer he worked, the less gentleness there was. In the end, he had a stern face, and that face was so cold that it was almost killing people.

The last time he saw his supervisor, he had become so calloused about using human lives as tools that he was completely different from the care he had shown him at the beginning.

To the point that Pannuo didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Should he be happy that when he met the other person, the other party still had enough warmth and humanity? He also didn't know whether to be sad. This world will drive people crazy. It's the same everywhere. It's nothing more than eating better and dressing better, and then being driven crazy by more painful things.

While he was still distracted, he suddenly saw the department director walking towards him from afar. He immediately straightened his back and pretended to be serious... He could only pretend because it was not his turn to work yet.

395 Being Targeted

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: ...Ghost, the audio you uploaded...did it show any special features?

Iron Man asked in a somewhat tactful way, because after hearing the audio from the ghost, he started the experiment with great interest. After all, he was quite curious about this special thing that was transmitted through the medium of sound.

But the result is hard to describe.

Because this time in the chat group, what I heard was a completely replicated tune with a beautiful melody, a kind of unique beauty.

But the more he tried to copy it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Of course, this abnormality has nothing to do with the fact that the tune is impossible for humans to sing. After all, if the tune transmitted by ghosts could be easily reproduced, wouldn't it be too outrageous?

But after copying it, he found that the chat group version seemed to be slightly modified, but if he wanted to restore it, he could restore the original version.

When he discovered this, his expression was complicated because he didn't know how to describe it.

This ability is basically beyond the technological level he currently has.

It's like he made a completely different figure based on someone else's posture, but if someone else goes to Fuyuan according to the figure he made, they can make the original posture... It's probably this vague feeling.

This wouldn't have been a big deal, but the bad thing was that as soon as the tune for this song came out, his equipment broke down, and it felt like it was completely irreparable.

He initially thought it was just a misunderstanding or some other coincidence, so he didn't take it seriously at all.

But when he started the backup device No. 2 and replicated to the same progress, it was also damaged, and he found something was wrong.

The new equipment is still being produced overtime, but the technological means used in it are too complicated, and it is difficult to replicate it in a short period of time with his ability.

So for the sake of his next device, he still had to ask the ghost what the characteristics of this song were.

[God of the Void] Ghost: Nice.

Tony Stark stroked the stubble on his chin and was silent for a while, not knowing what to say for a long time.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: ...Besides being pleasant to the ear, are there any other special qualities about it? Any description would be appreciated.

Tony Stark said patiently.

The ghost was stunned for a moment, trying to support his head and began to wonder if he had missed something.

[God of the Void] Ghost: ...It's...it sounds really good.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: ...Is that really all? Ghost, think carefully about whether there are any others.

Tony Stark asked again without giving up.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: ...I can't bear to watch it anymore.

The doctor couldn't bear to watch it any longer and couldn't help but speak out. After all, he always believed that even if Tony Stark's thinking ability was slightly worse than his in some aspects, he was at least the best in the group. Now it seems that he has degenerated because he has been doing too much scientific research. He didn't know how long it had been since this guy had socialized and devoted all his attention to his scientific research.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: I think you can just let the ghost ask the singer, or ask the people who listened to the song with the ghost. It is more convenient and quicker.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Ahem, what's wrong with not being able to turn around for a while? So the ghost...

[God of the Void] Ghost: Let me ask

The ghost closed the chat group, turned his head and looked at the Silent Orchestra standing upright next to him, and asked a particularly straightforward question.

Tony Stark asked me to ask you if the audio I uploaded showed any special features.

In order to prevent any accidents, it copied the entire text word for word, for fear that it would make mistakes due to lack of understanding.

The Silent Orchestra read this sentence several times with some difficulty and awkwardness to sort it out before carefully considering their reply.

"If you mean something that is worth appreciating, then I think this piece of music must be unique."

"Of course, this uniqueness is a heavy burden for humans and other less pure creatures. They cannot bear such pure and beautiful music."

“It’s like they can’t look you in the eye.”

"It's beyond their comprehension."

The ghost nodded, lowered his head and reopened the chat group, copied the sentence word for word, then @ed Iron Man and went underwater again.

Tony Stark looked at this for a long time without saying anything. What an arrogant guy.

He thought so.

He understood this passage very thoroughly, because he really couldn't look directly at the ghost, and his analysis and understanding of ghosts only remained at a superficial level, not even a superficial level, but some other additional items carried by the ghost.

But he felt that he would conquer sooner or later, and he never thought that his steps would stop here. After all, he was a genius, an equally arrogant genius.

So he finally took a glass of red wine, drank it all in one gulp, and without any hesitation, he waved his hand, increased the number of special equipment to be assembled from three to ten, and began to consider research in a new direction.

After all, this was just a hurdle in his scientific research journey. Would he stop because of it? Of course not. He would completely and mercilessly trample over it. He could do it.

Perhaps because it was repeated too many times, the ghosts finally began to feel a little bored. The beautiful music was still a little short of the exhilarating battle.