Chapter 686 The Moment of Eating (1)

[Identity verification completed, today’s work begins]

[Warning, leakage accident]

A moment after activating the Return Order, Fu Qian took off his mask and entered the warehouse.

And immediately, familiar reminders came to mind.

It was obvious that the warehouse was not prepared to give him a last day off.

[Name: Horse Leg, Number: 2-155]

[Today’s work content has been updated: Enter the containment scene of 2-155 and complete the re-containment]

[The current san value is 106, the current inspiration is 99]

Level 2 items? I thought I would be tasked with killing myself.

While sighing, Fu Qian's attention was on the mask next to him.

After a round of erosion by the Return Order, the mask now looks smooth and clean, without even a trace of blood.

The next time you wear it, you shouldn't have to worry about sending yourself back to Beijing and being forced to buy another ferry ticket.

The reason why he felt that he might be given the task of housing him was because he considered that what he had done before was a bit perverse to the warehouse that had been trying to cover up the Kisaragi Kana incident.

However, it seems that at present, his temptation has not been responded to, and the warehouse does not seem to have the idea of ​​turning itself into inventory.

[Due to scene restrictions, you cannot carry any equipment or weapons]

【Choose your skills】

Is there such a thing?

In the new prompt, Fu Qian was curious and selected all the skills to confirm.

In view of the carrying limit that has never been touched, Fu Qian is now in a state of pressing zero with his eyes closed regardless of item skills.

However, this kind of restriction on a single item is still encountered once, and I don’t know what novel scene it will be.

The scenery in front of me changed rapidly while I was thinking.

[Entering 2-155 containment scene]

[…1%…5%…15%…45%…75%…95%…100%, the containment scene is loaded]

[This is an ordinary corner, a corner in a bustling city.

However, beneath the calm appearance, there is a special research institute hidden.

Here, careerists are complacent and try to analyze and interpret everything.

In the eyes of this group of crazy pursuers, there is nothing that cannot be put to good use, and everything has its price, even extraordinary power.

Unfortunately, what they don't know is that their so-called interpretation is extremely ridiculous in the face of real power.

Self-righteous imitation will only bring tragedy]

"how are you feeling?"

uh-huh?

As soon as his five senses were restored, Fu Qian heard a voice coming from in front of him, with a tone like a doctor's consultation.

Really a doctor?

The next moment, Fu Qian looked at the person who appeared in front of him. It was a man with glasses wearing a white coat.

He looked like he was in his forties, sitting behind a metal table and looking at himself with slightly narrowed eyes.

It's just that although the questions he asked seemed to be concerned about his own situation, his attitude was a bit indifferent.

"not bad."

Although I am not sure about the current situation, I still give a quick answer before paying.

This is not nonsense. Compared with the previous mission, opening your eyes and appearing in a torture device full of needles is indeed not bad.

While answering, Fu Qian also took a look at his body.

For a moment, he seemed to understand why the warehouse did not allow him to carry items.

At this moment, he was wearing an orange uniform.

Eye-catching, bloated, with no sense of tailoring, it smells like cannon fodder at first glance.

It is indeed a bit exaggerated for a cannon fodder to have his hands full of rings and even wear an iron cage on his head.

However, as compensation, the warehouse did something.

At this moment, Fu Qian could feel that without using any props, his aura seemed to be covered by special means.

"not bad?"

The cold-faced demon doctor's eyes flickered under his glasses. After staring at him for a few seconds, he took a piece of paper from the side and took a picture of it.

"What time is it?"

"Eighteen-fifteen."

Fu Qian glanced behind this person and reported the time.

There was a palm-sized digital clock, unadorned.

Same as this room.

"Great, now you draw it on paper, in the form of a clock."

uh-huh?

The moment he received this message, Fu Qian couldn't help but want to look in the mirror.

Drawing a clock depends on your mental state, right?

He naturally thought of his own vest named Dancy.

Sure enough, there are too many cannibalistic perverts, does evil get retribution?

Complaints are complaints, but Fu Qian kept busy, took the pen and paper, and drew a clock as full as a compass.

…

This hand obviously shocked the magic doctor behind the desk. For a moment, the demon doctor couldn't help but sit up straight, staring intently at Fu Qian's movements.

In the face of such attention, Fu Qian was not polite, and soon a laser-printed clock appeared on the paper.

…

When he put down the pen before paying, the magic doctor couldn't wait to grab the picture.

After watching silently for a while, this man with a slightly complicated expression finally took the pen from the side and left a mark on it.

【9527】

The moment these four numbers came into view, Fu Qian felt a long-lost pain in his balls.

Should this be your own number? Sure enough, if you do too much injustice, you will surely die!

Not long ago, I just worked on a project for Kana Kisaragi, and then I was treated the same way.

Yes, he had discovered just now that he was by no means an ordinary patient receiving psychological counseling, or even a prison humanistic care patient.

He could tell from his perception that there was more than one person like him waiting in line outside the small room in front of him.

Combined with the mission introduction just now, the situation is quite obvious.

As a mysterious research institute, I, like the gang outside, was used as a probe for "careerists".

After coming into contact with something, my mental state is now being assessed.

So could the thing in contact be a "horse's leg"?

I was deeply impressed by this name before paying.

"Take him out."

And as the magic doctor pressed the communicator button, someone soon pushed the door open and entered.

Two tall men in black uniforms walked all the way to Fu Qian and motioned for him to stand up from his chair.

Following the good advice, Fu Qian followed the instructions very cooperatively and followed the guards all the way.

The departure route seemed to have been deliberately designed. He didn't meet any other people along the way, and was finally led to a door before paying.

One of the two guards opened the door, and the other motioned for Fu Qian to go in without saying a word.

Click!

As the door closed behind him, Fu Qian looked around casually.

This is a room similar in size to the room just now. It is also a metal structure, but the difference is that it is simpler. Not to mention the clock, there are no tables and chairs.

Looking at the silver-white wall, Fu Qian silently recalled the actions of his fellow demon doctor when he left.

After watching him leave, the man thought over and over again about the two piles of reports in front of him, and finally put them into a thinner pile.

So it is still classified as abnormal?

Just what I wanted.

Even Kavin wanted to stump me, Revolver (ω), so he ended his leave and started paying off his debts.

In addition, the original plan of making up extra chapters after finishing the book has changed, and Zuolun decided to put pressure on himself to pay off all the debts this year.

At present, the accumulated debt and the addition of updates from the alliance leader are tentatively scheduled to be thirty chapters in total. Please supervise and encourage book friends. I will update the debt changes regularly.