Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

[Identity verification completed, work starts today]

[Warning, leakage accident]

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

And immediately, familiar reminders flooded up.

It was clear that the warehouse wasn't going to give him the 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 containment again]

[Current san value is 106, current inspiration is 99]

Level 2 item?I thought I would receive a mission to kill myself.

Amidst the emotion, Fu Qian's attention was on the mask next to him.

After a round of scouring by the Return Edict, the mask now looks clean and clean, without even a trace of blood.

The next time you wear it, you should not have to worry about sending yourself back to Shangjing and being forced to buy another boat ticket.

The reason why I feel that I may receive the task of containing myself is because I consider that what I have done before is a bit retrograde for the warehouse that has been trying to cover up the Kisaragi Kana incident.

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

[Because of scene restrictions, you cannot carry any equipment and weapons]

【Choose your skill】

And this kind of thing?

In the new reminder, Fu Qian selected all the skills while being curious.

In view of the carrying limit that has never been touched, Fuqian is now 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 foreground changes rapidly while thinking about it.

[Entering the containment scene of 2-155]

【……1%…5%…15%…45%…75%…95%…100%，收容场景加载完成】

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

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

Here, careerists are smug, trying to analyze and interpret everything.

In the eyes of these crazy chasers, there is nothing that can't be put to good use, and everything has a price, even supernatural power.

It's a pity that what they don't know is that their so-called interpretation is extremely ridiculous in the face of real power.

Self-righteous parody will only bring tragedy]

"how do you feel?"

uh-huh?

As soon as the five senses recovered, Fu Qian heard a voice in front of him, the tone was like a doctor's consultation.

Really a doctor?
The next moment Fu Qian looked at the person in front of him, it was a man with glasses in a white coat.

He looked like he was in his forties, sitting behind a metal table, squinting at himself.

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

"not bad."

Although I am not sure about the current situation, Fuqian answered quickly.

This is not nonsense. Compared with the last mission, it is indeed not bad to be in a torture device full of needles as soon as you open your eyes.

While answering, Fu Qian also observed his lower body by the way.

For a moment, he seemed to understand why the warehouse didn't allow him to carry items.

At this moment, he was wearing an orange uniform.

Eye-catching, bloated, without a sense of tailoring, it is full of cannon fodder at first glance.

A cannon fodder with rings on his hands and even an iron cage on his head is indeed a bit exaggerated.

But as compensation, the warehouse did something.

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

"not bad?"

The cold-faced magic doctor flickered under his glasses. After staring at Fuqian for a few seconds, he took a piece of paper from the side and took a picture.

"What time is it?"

"Eighteen fifteen."

Fu Qian glanced behind this man and announced the time.

There stood a palm-sized digital clock, unadorned.

Same as this room.

"Very well, 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, it depends on your mental state, right?

He naturally thought of his vest named Danxi.

Sure enough, there are many cannibal perverts, will evil be rewarded?
Tucao is back to Tucao, but Fu Qian kept his hands on it, took the pen and paper and drew a clock with a plumpness comparable to that of a compass.

……

This move obviously shocked the magic doctor behind the table. For a while, the body couldn't help but sit up straight, staring at Fu Qian's movements intently.

And under such attention, Fu Qian was not polite, and soon a laser-like clock appeared on the paper.

……

When Fu Qian put down the pen, the magic doctor couldn't wait to grab the picture.

After watching silently for a while, this man looked a bit complicated, and 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 egg pain.

This should be your number?Sure enough, if you do many unrighteous actions, you will die yourself!
Not long ago, he had just done a project for Kana Kisaragi, but he was returned to him in the same way.

That's right, he discovered just now that he is by no means an ordinary patient receiving psychological counseling, not even a prison humanistic care.

From his perception, he could know that outside the not-so-big room in front of him, there was far more than one person with his image waiting in line.

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

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

Mental state is being assessed right now after being in contact with something.

So could that thing in contact be a "horse leg"?

Fu Qian was deeply impressed by the name.

"Take him out."

And as the magic doctor pressed the button of the communicator, someone soon opened the door and entered.

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

Fu Qian followed suit and followed the guards all the way.

The leaving route seemed to be deliberately designed, and he didn't meet any other people along the way, and Fu Qian was finally led to a door.

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

Click!

Amid the sound of the door closing behind him, Fu Qian casually looked around.

This is a room about the same size as the room just now, and it is also a metal structure, the difference is that it is more simple, not to mention the clock, even the tables and chairs are gone.

But looking at the silver-white wall, Fu Qian silently recalled the actions of his classmate magic doctor when he left.

Watching himself leave, the man thought about the two piles of reports in front of him, and finally put them in the thinner pile.

So it is still classified as abnormal?
Just what I want.

The mere Caven also wanted to stump my revolver (ω), the leave was over, and the debt began to be paid.

In addition, the original plan to make up extra episodes after the completion of the book has changed, and Zuo Lun decided to put pressure on himself to make up all the debts this year.

At present, the accumulated debts plus the change of the leader are tentatively scheduled for a total of [-] chapters. Please supervise and encourage the book friends, and I will regularly update the debt changes.