Abnormal creatures' communication group

What's more, the music is repetitive.

Any other tunes?

The ghost asked the other party this.

The Silent Band shook their heads firmly.

"Imperfect music is not worthy of being performed; it will pollute my orchestra."

Oh well.

The ghost yawned, squinted his eyes, stood up staggeringly and walked towards his own holding room. Ever since those guys discovered that he had sneaked out, he had no intention of hiding any longer, so he returned to his shell openly.

After all, separating a small part of the void that only contains one's own consciousness from the void is really a very difficult and delicate task. If it is not necessary, it would rather maintain this posture for greater comfort.

Just as it was staggering back to the containment room, it suddenly turned its head back. As it turned back, the guys who were observing it closed their eyes at the same time, and they didn't open their eyes until the ghost turned its head back again.

396 The Directors of Lobotomy Corporation

It was a rare occasion for all the ministers to gather together, along with a certain grumpy guy.

They certainly weren't talking about the supervisor.

They had actually known for a long time that something was wrong with their supervisor, but no one had pointed it out.

As long as the soul is still in that body, as long as he still performs his duties and the essence of the supervisor remains the same, then there is nothing to worry about for them.

They were discussing that strange abnormality, the ghost.

After all, the other party appeared inside the Lobotomy Corporation for no reason.

Although such cases are not uncommon, it is normal for abnormalities to appear for no reason, and it is also normal for abnormalities that cannot extract enkephalin, but this kind of abnormality that is non-aggressive and has never been seen before should always be paid attention to.

What's more, it caused such a big noise that it couldn't be ignored no matter what.

"I still think I shouldn't interfere, we just need to mind our own business."

The girl with long brown hair was the first to speak. She was Hod, the head of the training department. Although she showed some hesitation on her face, her tone was quite firm.

Following her statement, everyone started to speak.

"Rather than discussing this, let's just focus on our own affairs." The next person to speak was Yesod, the head of the Intelligence Department with short purple hair. His face was stern, his brows calm, and his expression was unmistakable. "I don't think the differences between Abnormalities are worth our concern. After all, every Abnormality is unique, and there are no exceptions."

The third person to speak was Netzach, the long-haired head of security. He yawned nonchalantly. "Whatever you think, I don't want to waste any more time here."

"Wasting time?" Malkuth, the Director of Control with short orange hair and a stern face, immediately objected, as if she was uncomfortable with someone's words. "I don't think we're wasting time. The characteristics displayed by the Abnormality named Ghost are clearly beyond our control. We have no effective means of checking and controlling it."

"We can't predict the opponent's actions. They don't even have a fixed behavior pattern. This is unlike a regular abnormality." Tiphereth A, one of the directors of the Central Headquarters with bright yellow hair, spoke.

Then, Tiphereth B, also one of the heads of the Central Headquarters and sporting bright yellow short hair, spoke up. "Yes, we have no preventative measures, no countermeasures. The company's stability depends on its willingness to maintain stability, and we can't even discern its emotions."

"This is truly unusual," said Geburah, the other head of the Department of Corrections, a red-haired officer with a scarred face and a look of discontent. She slammed her weapon to the ground in frustration, looking remarkably heroic. "Why not just have the supervisor subdue that guy? A head-on confrontation will tell us if we can control him."

Chesed, the Minister of Welfare, with his long, messy blue hair, shook his head slightly. He didn't think this was a good idea. At least, Geburah's suggestion was definitely not reliable. "I reject this proposal because it's too risky. The characteristics displayed by the other party are not those of a violent Abnormality. Moreover, all Abnormalities have the potential to go out of control, and the one he's shown is relatively safe."

"There's no point in me discussing this for us." Hokma, the short-haired head of the Records Department, remained calm from beginning to end. His face remained expressionless, even conveying a sense of indifference. "We just need to follow the Director's instructions. I believe the Director will have his own best response. This is not something we can control, and we shouldn't interfere."

He paused, then continued calmly, under everyone's gaze. "We should trust... the Director. He's performed exceptionally well this time. There haven't even been any signs of a complete wipeout. So far, none of the staff under his command have shown any signs of loss, right?"

When he finished speaking, all the ministers looked at the last person who had not spoken yet.

The man had long black hair and a playful expression on his face. He was Binah, the head of the R&D department.

She saw everyone's eyes were on her, but she was not annoyed. She still had a playful and happy smile on her face.

"Have you all finished expressing your naive thoughts?"

She said sarcastically.

"It's really not easy for you guys to still be here alive and kicking. I have to admit that guy is quite capable, otherwise we shouldn't be holding a meeting here."

After saying that, she turned her head and wanted to leave.

"Please continue this boring party. I have to leave first."

"Stop," Geburah called out, his face etched with displeasure. "I advise you not to go any further. If you have anything to say, get it straight." She instinctively clasped her hands together, trying to crack her knuckles. It wasn't until she realized the sensation wasn't right that she realized their current appearance was merely the result of some visual filter; they were no longer the same as they had been back then.

So she snorted and put her hand down. "Unless you want to continue the fight we had last year."

"Geburah, we're colleagues now," Hokma stopped the increasingly irritable guy, trying to temporarily mend their relationship. "Whatever the reason, we're tied in the same boat for now, and she can't do much more. I think there should be other ways to discuss it."

"That's a nice, smooth talk." Binah turned around and clapped his hands perfunctorily. "So what do you want to know from me? Something you won't believe even if I tell you?"

When she said this, she recalled the scene she saw that day and almost shuddered. If she still had a body, "That thing shouldn't be here..."

As the head of the Equipment Department, Binah has seen a lot of things. You should know that many of the abnormalities here were fished out of the well by her personally.

She had no idea how many employees would go crazy at the mere sight of it, but as to whether they had gone crazy or not, that was a rather interesting point.

Abnormalities are more or less related to humans. They are non-existent creatures conceived by humans, or they can be said to be the gathering of human collective consciousness. They may be the embodiment of despair or hope, or even more possibilities.

But that ghost is not that, that ghost is definitely not that, that ghost is not something that humans can imagine at all, there is not the slightest possibility.

397 The Supervisor Knows

"Don't you think this reincarnation is particularly interesting? Not only has that guy become so interesting, but even some incredible things have emerged."

This time, Binah really turned around and left, leaving only a few words. She was too lazy to chat with them or leave more warnings. She felt that she had done enough, even too much.

You know, she is still looking forward to seeing the empty scene here. Then she will have nothing to regret when she is thrown into the coffin.

She should have died a long time ago anyway.

The final result of this party can only be a bad ending. Some people are not interested. Either they have lost their enthusiasm for other things in the long time and ignore it, or they maintain an inexplicable trust in the supervisor and do not ask about it.

Some people are too belligerent and completely isolated from temptation or other possibilities. God knows how big a mess it will cause if they really agree.

Some people, on the other hand, are too hesitant and cannot make up their minds, and in the end, nothing comes of it.

Just where the ministers weren't paying attention, a small black insect slowly climbed down from the body of one of them and flew away with its wings flapping.

The little bug scurried past in the shadows, sticking to the wall, along the eaves, squeezing through the almost seamless joint, and finally arrived at the supervisor's room smoothly.

The little bug did not join its kind, but crawled along the shadows on the ground all the way up the supervisor's body, and finally landed between the supervisor's ears, carefully repeating what he had heard before.

The supervisor listened attentively without saying a word, his expression did not change from beginning to end. His eyes were still fixed on the surveillance screen, and he did not stop working. He did not show any change until the flying insect left. After all, he did not want to reveal any flaws. The supervisor was always very steady, just like when he dealt with the abnormalities, he was very steady.

As for the flying insect, he borrowed it from the ghost. There was a high possibility that something would go wrong if he asked that arrogant man named Tony Stark for help. After all, if such a confidential matter was known by a guy like that, the hidden danger would be too great.

At least not until he was sure there was no problem with the other party, the main reason being that he had found a ready-made substitute.

Previously, when he was observing ghosts, he discovered that there was a kind of pure black flying insect on the ghosts' bodies. They would gather together in piles, have the most basic intelligence, and might even be slightly higher. They could perform difficult teamwork and would automatically help the ghosts get some things.

After repeated observations, he was certain that the other party would only take things belonging to the ghost, and would ignore things that did not belong to the ghost.

Moreover, the presence of a single ghost is extremely weak and insignificant. After communicating with ghosts, it was confirmed that those creatures can indeed understand human language and have good memory. They can even reproduce all the sounds of the scene at that time through the friction of their wings.

Principle? What principle? Although the supervisor would try to analyze and consider some of the things he encountered when he first joined the chat group, such as the laws of physics, after coming into contact with too many Abnormalities, he no longer considered such things.

This world couldn't be judged by common sense, at least compared to those guys' worlds. It was simply too outrageous... He thought about the creatures in other worlds, the races so-called gods, the skyscrapers, the completely incomprehensible technology, even magic, and the insect swarms... It seemed that no world could be judged by common sense. Every world was outrageous enough...

The supervisor didn't think about it any further, but just recalled what the bug had just told him.

His first reaction was that the ministers had no intention of taking any effective measures to check the ghosts, which made him feel relieved.

Although he was still wary of those so-called ministers, he still chose to stay here, which proved a lot of things. At least before he solved everything, at least all the ministers had to be alive. After all, he was not sure whether the time reversal brought about by the TT2 agreement could also reverse the status of the supervisors. If not, it would cost at least several thousand points.

And if his estimation was correct, the system might not be able to reverse the situation for the unlucky ones who were really killed by ghosts. At least it would take some more effort. The panic and powerlessness that Benno felt when he was almost infected last time were enough to prove this point.

But since these ministers don't have any inappropriate thoughts about ghosts, it's not a big deal.

As he kept thinking about those words, he soon noticed the so-called reincarnation and this time.

It seems that his guess was correct. He had worked in this company at least once. He might have worked here countless times, and the decisions he made every time were probably different. This was not just an exception.

Moreover, they may not have had what is called a friendly relationship back then, otherwise there would be no such thing as being in the same boat, let alone the unfinished fight.

He had a headache. One by one, they all liked to guess riddles and refused to tell the truth. He didn't know whether they couldn't or didn't dare to tell the truth. He also didn't know whether they were lying or treating him sincerely. He could only piece things together and guess bit by bit.

Taking advantage of the relaxation after arranging the last task, he slumped down in the chair a little tiredly and raised his hand to rub his temple.

But he had a feeling that such days would not last long, and perhaps the outcome would soon be known.

He looked expressionlessly at the moment when the meltdown alarm went off again in the containment room of a certain abnormality. Then, he expressionlessly mobilized the employees who were just resting. Seeing them change from chatting with coffee in hand in a relaxed manner to being alert immediately, his hand paused.

They all seem to be the same.

He inexplicably felt a little self-deprecating and clicked it without hesitation.

After all, he had observed and supervised those employees as much as he could. He had confused memories, inexplicably skilled movements, and some familiarity with the company. At that time, he had not thought about so many things. He just thought that they were some poor people who were brainwashed and repeatedly obeyed orders.

There is never a time to retire, and you stay at your job day after day until the day your fate is completely over.

But now he realized that he was in the same boat. It looked like he was giving instructions to his subordinates, but weren't the tasks given by the department heads the same?

Even though the difference was that one was mandatory and the other had some degree of choice, were those really choices? In fact… everything left him no room for choice at all.

What a “voluntary” thing.

398 All this is just a ridiculous coincidence

The containment room was still filled with a pale yellow light, neither too glaring nor too dim.

The interfaces of the iron sheets are still as neat as new. The simple pipes are connected with some incomprehensible equipment. The neat and tidy lines make these spliced ​​parts not look shabby at all. Instead, they have a cyberpunk-style technological beauty.

There are many small woven lanterns in this room. They are gifts prepared by ghosts for employees. Ghosts put some souls in them. These things can effectively soothe people's body and mind after being lit.

At this moment, it was just daybreak. Even for employees who were crazy about overtime, it was not time to go to work yet, otherwise they would die before the day they got off work.

The ghost casually occupied the center of the shelter, lying there with its arms and legs spread out, with a furry cushion underneath.

This was certainly not given by the employees. After all, the employees could only accept the maximum amount of things given by the abnormality. After all, the moody abnormality might go berserk at any time if you don't accept its gift, but if you return the gift, it would simply increase the risk unnecessarily.

This is a soft mat brought by the ghost himself, filled with white fluff that floated down from the King's Border. At first, some of the more conservative bugs were opposed to it, but later, this mat filled with white fluff became a unique specialty of the vendors in the King's Border.

They later launched a series of special products related to white fluff, such as down balls. In short, the vendors who seized this opportunity made a fortune and earned a lot of money.

Seeing this, the ghost wanted to revive the big moth and then pluck its fur to sell as merchandise. The ghost thought that this project would be more popular, and then he might be overwhelmed by countless golden Geos.

But unfortunately, the power of dreams has been dissolved and swallowed by it, and the big moth shining with golden light will never have a chance to come back to life again, unless the ghost is willing to spit out the food that it has put into its mouth or even swallowed, and return it to the other party.

How is this possible? Snatching food from a ghost's mouth is simply a fantasy.

Even the ghost himself cannot do it, move the food away from his mouth. The only one who can do it is the bumblebee Honeybee. But why does Honeybee need to persuade the ghost to resurrect the Radiance that caused the kingdom to be shattered and fell into such a miserable situation? Even if the facts behind it are more complicated than he imagined, it cannot prevent her from looking at the problem from her own standpoint.

After all, Hera is her mother, Hallownest is the kingdom that raised her, and the Queen Bee is the mentor who taught her.

Judging whether something was fair and just was something that outsiders should do. Even if Honeyt had a scale in her heart, she couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong in this matter. But as a bug of Hallownest, if she didn't speak up for Hallownest, then she would have no sense of right and wrong.

Therefore, the resurrection of the giant moth is doomed to be hopeless, and the countless golden Geos are also doomed to be hopeless from the ghost.

I'll go to the arena twice more when I have time.

The ghost turned over and couldn't help thinking.

After all, it was a bit tired.

It’s not because I listened to the songs of Silence for a long time recently, nor is it because I often go to other containment rooms to make trouble... Oh, no, to be a guest, nor is it because I suppressed some troublemakers.

These are harmless little things, at least to the ghosts.

What really made it tired happened a few days ago or even earlier. As the Void, it naturally noticed those ministers, all of whom had bound souls.

It was difficult to describe the ghost, but the ghost was sure that their souls must be bound, so after thinking for a moment, he turned over from the dream world, dragged them into the dream world as well, and came close to their souls.

The dream world in this special world seemed to have undergone some strange changes, giving birth to its own wonderful soul, which almost exceeded the control of the ghost. Then the ghost beat up the wonderful soul and swallowed it into the void. It didn't intend to digest it, but it would not release this thing in a short time to avoid affecting the ghost's control over the dream.

The ghost bound the ministers to the dream world one by one with sparks and lightning. In addition, in order to prevent the other party from waking up when taking action, which would cause fluctuations in their souls and lead to failure, the ghost also used some tricks.

As for what means? Of course it wasn't physical means. Although the ghost also wanted to use convenient, fast and simple physical means, he had no choice but to rely on the other party's iron shells, so they probably had no ability to manage the body's pain function.

He could only reluctantly find Tony Stark in the chat group and ask him to find the person whose name he couldn't remember at all, but it seemed that he was his follower, anyway, the one who used void magic.

He asked him if there was any void spell that could make people forget their memories, and then he got it smoothly and easily, and owed Tony Stark a favor.

This spell is really effective and easy to use, because the opponent has already put the spell in a bottle and sent it to you. All you have to do is open the bottle cap and wipe it on the opponent's face.

As for why he didn't give him the original spell, it wasn't because he was keeping it to himself. You should know that this spell was just created by him after Tony Stark told him about it. After all, among the void spells known for their violence, there was no need for him to study this kind of spell that was very close to the auxiliary category.