Behind a mirror-like object hidden in the corridor wall, Lumian stared at Li Keji's ward through a hard barrier.
He has been in this position for many hours, only occasionally adjusting it to relax.
He waited all night without waiting for Zarathustra or other Heavenly Venerables to come down to eliminate Li Keji.
I don't know how long it took, but as the sun shone in at the other end of the corridor, different rooms in the psychiatric department gradually became lively, some people sang loudly, some slammed the door, and some knocked on something, as if calling for breakfast.
At this moment, Lumian saw a large amount of milky white liquid gushing out from the gap between the door of Li Keji's ward and the solid ground.
Milk? Lumian's gaze froze slightly.
The next second, he found that the milky white liquid suspected of milk had retracted into Li Keji's ward like a low tide, and the ground became clean again, but there were varying degrees of wet marks remaining.
Lumian watched in silence.
A few minutes later, with his eagle-like vision, he felt that there seemed to be something unclear at the door of the ward.
He carefully pressed his face to the mirror and penetrated a little.
The scene he saw in front of him instantly got rid of the mirror image and became clearer.
He then saw a little bit of white, and then noticed that there were thinner and less obvious white filaments around them.
These things as a whole are like snowflakes that have intersected and become much lighter, and they seem to be made up of countless white fluffs.
Compared with the witch's silk, they are all opaque and dyed in color, and they can still be detected if you look closely.
"Mycelium?" Lumian made a guess.
He was speculated based on Li Keji's own special speculation.
After a few seconds, these mycelium shrank back, passed through the crack of the door, and disappeared into the corridor.
A picture suddenly appeared in Lumian's mind:
A strangely shaped giant mushroom man, no, giant mushroom, walked to the back of the door and carefully stretched out his mycelium, not knowing what he wanted to do.
Lumian was silent again.
He seriously thought about a question:
Is it a bad thing or a good thing to let Zarathustra and other Heavenly Venerables eliminate Li Keji......
As long as they are prevented from getting Li Keji's body to the negative floor of Mushu Hospital, and using the power of the Mother Goddess to give him a new life, then the whole thing does not seem so unacceptable......
Well, Frank. Li's mushrooms seem to be superimposed on Mr. "Fool's" idealistic cognition in Dream City, which is more terrifying and weirder than reality......
No, no, no, fire is also dangerous, but fire can also be used......
This guy is suitable for being locked in a psychiatric ward and released when needed, or borrowing a few mushrooms with unique functions......
Can the psychiatric ward really lock him up? Do you want to help him stay in prison and be controlled by the official who represents the main consciousness of the dream?
But in that case, it would be very troublesome for us to use him, and he doesn't look like a person without mental problems no matter how you look at it......
Lumian shrank his face back, separating him from the mirror for some distance.
At ten o'clock in the morning, he saw Huang Jiajia and Huang Beibei accompanied Officer Dunn and the doctor in a white coat into the ward with their lawyers.
Only then did he feel relieved, shuttled to the rearview mirror of a car in the underground parking lot, jumped out, and then directly "teleported" back to the rental house in Xinhong Community.
At this time, Anthony was self-isolating, Ludwig was taken away by Jane, Lumian ate some bread casually, and was ready to lie down on the bed to catch up on sleep.
As soon as he lay down, he felt his phone vibrate.
The news comes from "True Hidden Sword":
"Zarathustra came to visit the group again, now on the sixteenth floor, and has not come down yet."
Zarathustra was not affected by the report letter? The report letter needs to have evidence, otherwise the police will have to investigate for a period of time and get enough evidence before they can arrest foreign guests? Zarathustra is still very cautious, and his identity as a foreign guest is also very clever...... Lumian sat on the bed, thought and pondered for a while, and then replied to Franka:
"There is no need to interfere with Zarathustra's visit, but you must remind Zhou Mingrui to pay attention through Roxanne."
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Intes Group, within the Administration Department.
Franka sent a message to Roxanne:
"If that guy comes to visit the technical department later, remember to remind Zhou Mingrui to pay attention to safety.
"Don't rush now, what if the enemy chooses other departments or other subsidiaries to visit? Letting Zhou Mingrui pay attention in advance will make him fall into endless suspicion and beware of everyone around him, which will affect his mental state in the long run."
Luo Shan replied with a "cat nod" expression.
To the surprise of the two, Mr. Huang did not take Zarathustra down to visit, and the two stayed on the sixteenth floor until noon before leaving by special elevator.
"The alarm was lifted, the enemy did not touch the target, and Luo Xan did not remind." Franka took advantage of the lunch break to report the situation to Lumian.
Lumian quickly replied:
"Then I will carry out the step of hinting at the existence of Zhou Mingrui's extraordinary power during the day this afternoon, and be a little more radical, you and Jian Na, as well as Anthony, from now on, don't contact me, delete the chat history, and even my WeChat ID, QQ number, and add it back tomorrow afternoon."
"Will this be mixed with Anthony's test of Penden's results? If he is kicked, we will be a little confused about whether it is Penden's problem or your side is involved." Franka raised questions about the details.
"No, he and I isolated each other last night, and the results of each other's experiments will not affect each other." Lumian was ready yesterday.
From Franka's consciousness returning to the body of "Ralph", he began to prepare.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lumian came to the Intis Group early and had an early dinner.
Then, he and Lao Xia took over from their colleagues and patrolled the floor.
After completing this matter, they replaced their colleagues who were in a hurry to go to the cafeteria and looked at the surveillance.
Lumian seemed to be observing the situation on different floors, but in fact his attention was completely focused on the interior of the Intis Group, on the part of the tenth floor.
Finally, he saw Zhou Mingrui leave his desk, walk out of the technical department, and go to the public restroom in the middle of the aisle.
Lumian stood up and covered his stomach and said to Lao Xia:
"The food I ate just now was too spicy, I'll go to the toilet."
Without waiting for Lao Xia to respond, he left the monitoring room directly.
Lao Xia looked sideways at his back and said almost silently:
"It's only been a week since I learned to take shit leave?"
In the aisle, Lumian avoided the two security personnel who came out of the elevator room, turned into the stairs, melted into the shadows, and quickly descended.
In less than thirty seconds, he arrived at the tenth floor.
Then, pretending to confirm the problems he had found while patrolling the floor before, he entered the corridor between the administration and technical departments openly and came to the outside of the bathroom.
He glanced left and right, and walked quickly into the man's side.
At this time, Zhou Mingrui was cleaning his hands in front of the sink.
Lumian glanced inside the bathroom and confirmed that there was no one in front of the urinal, and one of the four compartments seemed to be locked.
Zhou Mingrui turned around and happened to see him.
Lumian took out a lighter and smiled.
His thumb kept pressing falsely on the top of the lighter, but the lighter emitted strings of red flames.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Mingrui, who was already suspicious, instantly became tense.
Is this transcendent power or some kind of magic?
Lumian took two steps back and pressed his other hand on the edge of the door frame of the men's bathroom, quietly stimulating a black mark on his body.
"Fictional bottle"!
He isolated the area of the sink from the bathroom itself and the space outside.
Lumian looked at Zhou Mingrui, who seemed to be in trouble at any time, and smiled slightly:
"I once drank a drink called 'Hunter'."
Do you really have a problem...... Zhou Mingrui's eyes narrowed invisibly, and his doubts and worries for many days finally became a reality.
Lumian glanced sideways in the direction of the urinal:
"I am looking for you to remind you to be careful of that foreign guest named Zarathustra."
Zarathustra ...... Zhou Mingrui was deeply impressed by this long name.
As a technician, he was sent by General Committee Huang to pick up Zarathustra and was responsible for being a translator and docent, but the other party either had a mechanical failure of the flight or encountered a violent storm and thunder, so he was never able to receive it.
Later, he took sick leave because he listened to a song and missed Zarathustra's first visit to the company.
Later, he swiped the promotion of the group company and learned what Zarathustra looked like from videos and photos.
Being reminded by Lumian, Zhou Mingrui suddenly remembered that before Roxanne reminded herself to be careful yesterday, the old man standing at the door of the business English class seemed to be Zarathustra.
"Roxanne's reminder also points to Zarathustra?
"How did she know that Zarathustra was visiting the dream cram school?
"Yes, Li Ming was in ...... yesterday
"Li Ming and Luo Shan are in the same group?
"Rove joined the company only one day later than Li Ming......"
When Zhou Mingrui's thoughts flashed through his mind, Lumian did not explain, removed the "imaginary bottle", and walked out of the men's bathroom.
Zhou Mingrui looked at his back and suddenly felt that the undercurrent lurking around him was much more fierce and exaggerated than expected.
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After patrolling the floor again, Lumian stood at the office window, watching the last bit of golden afterglow of the sunset also swallowed up by darkness.
The night is officially here.
At this time, Luo Shan, Luo Fu and Zhou Mingrui had all left work, and the latter had just left for a few minutes.
Lumian looked at the brightly lit buildings, his chin raised slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, waiting for a possible "banishment".
This time, if he was kicked out of the dream realm, Zarathustra should not be spared.
One for one is worth it!
(End of this chapter)