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Chapter 471 Female reporter: I can't beat the grass and startle the snake

At that moment, a chill came to my heart!

The female reporter kept turning over the document without moving. She stared at the words "mission completed". After a long while, she froze and slowly turned her head like a mechanical jam.

A few meters away, next to the first bookshelf near the desk, a female social worker took a novel and read it intently.

She didn't stare at the girl for a long time, she looked away almost in a second, but her heart was beating wildly uncontrollably.

The executor of the third sub-quest is a female social worker. Originally, the other party broke away from the rules of the [painting on the wall] without completing the task, which is already very strange.

If there was an explanation before, why is the mission completed inexplicably now?
What's more, the female social worker didn't respond at all!

In this case, there is only the last reason left. This female social worker doesn't know their tasks at all!
She is not the original female social worker at all!

After realizing this fact, the female reporter's body trembled, as if she felt dense needle pricks, her whole body got goosebumps, and her scalp went numb from being frightened!
A female social worker is not a social worker, so who is she?

And in this weird orphanage, besides the six and a half people who came in from the outside, are there other people?

Are there really people?
The female reporter was thinking about this messily, and her whole mind was a little confused.

Because as long as she thinks that she has confused her vision, and the person next to her is not the original person, then an unknown sense of fear will flood her heart uncontrollably.

She even thought of the phantom she saw after being confused by Linna when she was in the corridor before.

Maybe that distorted monster is the real face of the female social worker?

Or maybe, she really didn't leave the rules she fell into at the beginning, and now she is just in a new rule space.

Maybe what she sees and touches now are all fake.

The possibilities are many, many.

But there is only one life.

After thinking about her life, the female reporter's active thinking suddenly calmed down a lot. She looked at the girl not far away calmly again, feeling that she couldn't startle the snake.

At least until now, this thing doesn't seem to have touched her.

So she had to figure out what the hell was going on.

So the female reporter thought about it carefully, and said inadvertently: "By the way, what is the specific situation of what you did before?"

The voice fell, and the scene fell silent.

It was like a stone falling into a pool of water, but there were only negligible ripples. The stone finally sank quietly to the bottom of the bottomless Youtan, and was shrouded in a thick darkness.

The oppressive and suffocating breath began to spread.

The female social worker who was reading by the bookshelf stopped turning the pages, looked up, and faced her.

The girl still had an innocent and innocent smile on her face, her figure was outlined by the moonlight, and those black pupils stared straight at her.

The archives room was quiet, only the sound of heartbeats getting more and more intense.

Bang, bang, bang... My heart is beating like thunder!
The female reporter's fingers gripped the folder slightly, her expression gradually became stiff, her eyelashes drooped and her eyes trembled.

She seems to be...

Reckless again.

……

Yes.

Originally, I was reading books and looking up information carefully. Why would a normal person bring up a topic that has passed long ago without warning?

Unless something new happens on that topic, like a chain reaction of dominoes, so that the person who brings up the question again finds something wrong.

For example, a partner who she thinks has the same goal is not who she thinks she is.

For example, she has already seen the anomaly and is ready to deal with it.

And that question was just a primer.

The female social worker closed the book, and smiled gently at the female reporter next to the last row of bookshelves across five rows of bookshelves.

Then he stuffed the book back into the shelf and walked over.

As soon as she moved, the female reporter's hair stood on end in shock, and she subconsciously blocked the folder in front of her.

"you…!"

Swish!
As soon as the female reporter yelled a word, the girl who suddenly attacked in front of her held her mouth down.

The dodging action of conditioned reflex made her back slam into the bookshelf behind her, and the books shook slightly, and her whole body was shackled in front of the bookshelf by the girl who had pasted it instantly, and the two were very close.

The female social worker raised a finger at her and said with a slight smile: "Three, don't shout and chase noise in the file room, please keep quiet~"

Her voice was very small, and it rang softly in her ears with a suppressed exhalation, but the breath lingering in front of her face was warm.

It's not that cool and weird cold feeling.

"Why is your heart beating so fast?"

Suddenly, the girl's fingers slid down her collarbone, her five fingers spread out and pressed on her chest, her tone was full of innocent doubts.

In a trance, the female reporter had an illusion that this soft and white hand seemed to pierce her flesh and blood in the next moment, and then pulled out the bloody heart inside.

Female reporter: "!!!"

The female reporter who had just been inexplicably relieved suddenly panicked, and immediately grabbed the hand in front of her.

But she was holding the folder in her left hand, and the right hand was shackled to the wall by the girl, so after her left hand moved, the heavy folder containing the paper fell to the ground with a clatter.

slam-la-

The pages of the book flipped with inertia, and finally stopped at the title page, fluttering gently.

"Why are you so nervous?"

The female social worker glanced at her with a smile, then bent down to pick up the folder that fell on the floor.

And when she stood up, the grasped right hand had already been released.

As if avoiding a scourge, the female reporter quickly stepped back to the side of the large printer, holding a translucent marble between her fingers, staring at her seriously and vigilantly.

"Who the hell are you? What's the purpose of approaching me?" The female reporter asked sharply with a cold face.

But she was indeed reminded just now, so the volume was kept low, and the voice turned into rustling in the silent file room.

The female social worker raised her hand and stuffed the folder into the bookshelf. At the same time, she looked at where she was, and suddenly, she tilted her head.

Her action made the female reporter froze.

Because, the other party's gaze seemed to be looking behind her, and the focused pupils seemed to have discovered something, and showed an interesting expression.

What... what the hell?

Did something strange appear behind her?

"Shh..."

When she was panicking, the female social worker smiled and stretched out her finger to signal her to keep quiet, and then whispered: "Sister, move slowly and get out of there, don't run into it."

The female reporter panicked even more!

She wanted to look back, but she was jealous of the social worker in front of her, but if she didn't look back, she couldn't understand what happened behind her.

I don't even know if this is a deliberate deceptive behavior by the social worker, just to distract her.

The female reporter's mind was disturbed again, her expression changed, but she couldn't help but move her footsteps slightly.

"Come out again." The female social worker motioned.

"..." The female reporter moved forward again, keeping her eyes on the social worker.

"Well, don't look back, so as not to startle the snake, let's leave here first." The female social worker nodded approvingly, then turned around and walked out first.

How dare she turn her back to her...

Is it because you are confident that you can't handle it?
The female reporter was stunned, she took a step forward, but then stopped.

Not right!

Why did she follow obediently?
Also, what is behind her?
After the resistance to abnormal things rushed to my heart, there was a swarm of curiosity, and the female reporter stood there frowning.

She can't just be led by the other party!

At least you have to know if there is really something behind you, instead of just believing anything silly and weird, after all, the female social worker in front of you is a fake!

Thinking of this, the female reporter turned her head slightly, intending to take a quick glance at the printer.

However, as soon as she turned her head, she met a pair of scarlet eyes.

Female reporter: "..."

……

(End of this chapter)