After staying in Room 216 for a while, Han Fei did not have to worry about running into Chad for the time being.
Therefore, Feng Bujue slowed down his pace.
To make a long story short, ten minutes later, he walked back into the elevator and pressed the button marked B1.
The elevator door slowly closed with a rumbling sound.
Not long after, the door opened again. In front of the door was a corridor that was only five meters long, and on the other side was a thick metal door.
"Why does it feel like a bank vault?" Feng Bujue mumbled as he walked out of the elevator.
As he walked from the elevator to the door of the blood bank, he seemed to have figured something out. He suddenly smiled. "That's right … In the kingdom of monsters, things like blood have to be taken care of."
Soon, Feng Bujue took out the key and opened the door of the blood bank. Before he walked in, he heard someone speak from inside. "Who is it?"
The voice of this' person 'was very unique. It was like the cry of an owl. Even though it was just a short sentence, there was still a strange' coo coo 'sound coming from his throat.
"That's me …" Feng Bujue's reaction was so fast. He answered without even thinking, "Lester."
"Oh …" The speaker answered casually.
As Brother Jue replied, he poked his head into the room to look …
Behind the metal door was a space of about two hundred square meters. Compared to the other rooms in the hospital, this place was surprisingly spacious. There was only one desk in the middle of the blood bank. The cryogenic cabinets that stored blood were arranged neatly around the room, leaning against the wall.
At that moment, the 'person' sitting at the desk was slowly flipping through a magazine. He seemed to be used to 'Lester's' visit.
Feng Bujue walked through the door and looked at the surroundings. "Because we are underground … the space is spacious, huh?"
"You're on duty today." The person sitting at the desk spoke again.
After getting closer, Feng Bujue noticed that this fellow was also an NPC with a very strange appearance …
This person's face could be divided into three layers … First, the skin at the bottom layer had a rock-like texture. It was bumpy and gave off a faint glow. Then, on this layer of skin, there was a thin layer of light green hair that looked quite soft … Finally, on the outer layer of his face, there was a layer of fence-like substance that covered his face. Its texture was very similar to a human's fingernails.
When Feng Bujue saw this person's face, three sentences immediately popped up in his mind. "What is your purpose for coming to Earth? Is this performance art? Are you itchy? "
Of course, he wouldn't say those words out loud.
"Yes, it's me." Brother Jue quickly glanced at Frank's badge and said, "How was your night, Frank?"
"It's still the same." Frank replied, "People like us who work shifts every 72 hours (some monsters only sleep once every few days), it's the same all the time." As he spoke, he looked up and glanced at Feng Bujue. "You came at the right time. Can you peel an apple for me?" He pointed at an apple on the table.
When Feng Bujue heard this request, he couldn't help but feel a little strange. He thought to himself, "This guy doesn't know how to peel an apple himself? And … how did he know that I have a folding knife on me? "
Although he was a little suspicious, in order not to give himself away, Feng Bujue still did as he was told. He took the apple, leaned against the edge of the desk, and started peeling the apple in front of a wastepaper basket.
"Thank you for troubling you every time." Frank said as he put down the magazine in his hand and took a document and pen from the desk. "You're here to get blood for the count, right?"
"Don't tell me this guy can read other people's minds …" Feng Bujue thought to himself. "Impossible … Has he seen through my disguise?"
"Ah … yes." Brother Jue broke out in a cold sweat, but on the surface, he still looked very normal and responded in a calm tone.
"Well, I just need to fill out a few documents." As Frank spoke, he lowered his head and got busy. "Wait a moment."
At this time, Feng Bujue noticed that Frank's left hand seemed to be disabled. His left hand had no fingers, only two short stones (meat to him) protruded out of his palm. Frank could barely use this hand to hold the paper, but he definitely couldn't hold the apple or the knife.
"You're a good man, Lester." Frank said, "Sigh … I don't know who will come to peel an apple for me after you leave." He said, shook his head, and sighed again.
"Ha …" Feng Bujue smiled and replied, "Perhaps … other people have a different opinion. There are many people who wish for me to leave, right?"
Brother Jue remembered very clearly that in the opening statement at the beginning of the script, it was mentioned … "No one likes you, Lester." "The human resources department has decided to fire you, and you will be replaced by a gentleman who is about to retire … Everyone thinks he can do a better job than you."
"What are you talking about?" Frank raised his head, and his eyes gradually lit up. "You are the most popular employee here … Even though you often do things that are against the rules, you are always helping everyone. I heard that the director insisted on firing you, and everyone is very sad. "
"What?" Feng Bujue's hand that was peeling the apple stopped. His expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Wait … Then … What about Chad? He should want me to leave, right? "
"What's wrong with you today? Why are you saying something strange? " Frank replied with a confused expression. "You and Chad are best friends. From preschool to high school, you have always been best friends." He sighed slightly. "I know that after his sister passed away, Chad has been unable to walk out of the shadow of grief, and because of that, he has vented his anger on you, but I think you two will eventually reconcile …"
Hearing that, Feng Bujue's expression changed, and his mind spun. "What's going on … This is different from the opening statement of the script …" Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration. "Wait … if the person who said that … is the director …"
…
Two minutes later, Feng Bujue finished peeling the apple and placed it in front of Frank. He smiled and said, "It's done, buddy."
Frank said, "Ah … I still need to work here for a while." He tilted his head slightly. "The B blood is at the usual place, Cabinet No. 17. You can take two packs."
"Okay," Feng Bujue answered, walked to the wall, opened the freezer, and took out two packs of B blood.
Then, he turned around and walked toward the door.
"Erm … By the way, I have a question." When Feng Bujue reached the door, he stopped and turned back. "You should know the date and time now, right, Frank?"
This was obvious. A person who worked in an underground blood bank, who only worked one shift every 72 hours, had to have something to keep track of time. Otherwise … if the person who took over his shift never showed up, he might unknowingly continue to stay there …
"Now is …" Frank did not look at any clock or device. His eyes suddenly turned serious. "December 6th, 3: 30 am." He paused and raised his head to look Brother Jue in the eyes. "Lester … you really don't have much time left."
He was not the first person (or ghost) to remind Lester to pay attention to the "time," but the system did not give any relevant prompt.
"I will try my best, don't worry." Feng Bujue was silent for two seconds. Before he left, he said, "You … take care."
At that moment, Brother Jue's eyes were solemn. He seemed to have realized something …
He hurried into the elevator and returned to the second floor. Then he started to run down the corridor.
"As expected …" Feng Bujue mumbled as he ran. "When I 'realized' it, the physiological reaction appeared …" He lowered his head to look at his hand. His whole palm had turned purplish black.
"Phew …" He tried to exhale, and white mist appeared.
"Indeed, there is not much time left." Feng Bujue said, "Currently, the items whose functions are still unknown are … a white sock, a spare key that I don't know how to open a door, and a small mirror … Hopefully, they will come in handy …" He glanced at his palm again. "Phew … After handing in this bloody mission, no matter what, I have to go up to the third floor … Based on the current situation, I can hold on for another hour … and Lester's' body 'will die …"
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