Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 240 Cloak Man

Baisu's face was covered with the booklet he brought over.

Humans don't know how he sneaked in at all. When they saw someone carrying strange things in, the strong man ran over and took a look. After finding out that it was a book printed by their company, they let it go.

As long as you read their company's books and buy their company's products, we are good friends!

However, where did the book in the hands of this black-haired youth come from?

The burly man who left glanced back again. The familiar title on the unfamiliar cover didn't look like the version they posted recently.

Feeling itchy and wanting to turn around, but suffering from the task, the strong man still walked back to his post, conscientiously sculpting, as a decoration behind the scenes.

The brawny man stood a little off, so as not to scare the big guy who was coming later.

"So, who is the big shot?"

"I don't know, the eldest sister's head is clearer."

The strong men gathered together and exchanged in low voices, and the "big sister" who was mentioned by them sneezed downstairs.

His nose suddenly itched, and for the sake of being an elegant and delicate woman, he turned his face away and coughed in the direction of no one.

Then the delicate woman rubbed the tip of her nose, and quickly followed the footsteps of the person in front.

There are a total of four people sent by the top to inspect, but only two are mainly responsible.

Why does she think so?Because it's obvious at first glance.

Those two were wearing thick cloaks, hoods were worn on their heads and covered the top of their heads, and the brims of the hats hung down in front of their eyes. It was difficult to see the faces under the hoods unless they were from a lower angle.

By the way, the outward side of the cloak is red, and it seems to have a different pattern on the inside. The shoulders are tied together with a golden thread, and a knot is tied on the chest.

The cloak is long and wide, covering most of the wearer's body, and the hem almost hangs down to the ground.

For some reason, delicate women can't see the specific patterns when they look at it.

Putting this kind of dress on the street will make people suspect that it is cosplay, and they will be asked which version of Little Red Riding Hood is the cosplayer.

Fortunately, the human beings had a special car to see them off this time, avoiding being surrounded by passers-by.

Even so, in the process of going upstairs, I still met several residents in the building.

The aunts and mothers who came back from shopping were waiting for the elevator. When they saw a group of people coming over and wanted to say hello, they turned their heads and showed hesitation.

Residents in the building: "You are..."

Delicate female: "We are..."

The delicate woman was short of words for a while, so she forced herself to be calm and greeted the aunts and mothers, and then sent the superiors into the elevator.

When everyone was standing in the elevator waiting to go up, one of the auntie women mysteriously approached the delicate woman's ear and said, "I understand, young people, what are you cosplaying?"

"……what?"

"Just, cosplay, my daughter often plays."

"No, no."

"No?" Auntie was puzzled, and soon she thought of something again, "Is that...performance art?"

"...Neither."

Seeing that the woman of the aunt generation wanted to ask something more outrageous, the elevator stopped suddenly, which happened to be the floor where this woman lived.

She said goodbye to her little sister and the delicate woman with regret, and walked out with a basket of vegetables, leaving the delicate woman to breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, nothing more disrespectful was said.

The delicate woman's eyes glanced from behind to the front, and the two cloaked people didn't respond at all, and it was unknown whether they didn't hear or didn't care.

The elevator stopped and went, and after several stops, only the delicate woman and the four uplines she received were left.

"Several, shall we take a rest first, or go directly to the meeting room?"

The delicate woman turned her hands away, glanced at the message she had received, and tactfully led the topic to the latter option.

No matter how bad it is, she has to take a break first, and she has to send a message to her colleagues to make them prepare quickly——

"No need, go directly to the meeting room." A hoarse male voice came from the front, and the delicate woman identified it, and it seemed that one of the cloaked men spoke, "There is no need to inform your people to prepare."

"And..." The hoarse male voice paused for a moment, "I will solve your little questions afterwards."

—… was seen through.

In an instant, cold sweat flowed down, and even though she knew it was her own, the delicate woman's pupils shrank.

There was no prompt for her message, and the mobile phone was typed blindly behind her back, so she would not be found no matter what angle she looked at.

The people above didn't speak any more, until the elevator stopped, there was silence in the elevator.

However, the delicate woman opened her mouth and asked, "How do you know?"

The cloaked man who had just stepped out of the elevator turned his head, and from the bottom of the hood, he seemed to be able to see a stagnant eye blinking, and the black was bright and warm.

"Isn't that...obvious?"

A hoarse male voice replied.

……

coming.

The nasty smell is getting closer and closer, rising vertically from the ground to a high place, and then approaching horizontally.

The smell wandered around outside the meeting room, not wanting to know what they had exchanged when they stayed outside the door. After three or four minutes, the nasty smell pushed the door in.

Five people walked in, besides the handsome woman I met yesterday, there were four more people I didn't know. They were dressed in neat suits, and they looked more like they were sitting in an office.

All three of them have the smell of being contaminated, not the main body.

As for the remaining two people... Baisu took down the book covering his face, opened his eyes and looked to the other corner of the room.

The remaining two are simply the source of the smell of walking.

People in cloaks walked from the back of the room to the front. In order to match their appearance, the layout of the meeting room has changed a lot.

Leaving aside those specially hung wine-red curtains, it would be strange to see such a thing in a conference room.

There are also weird patterns painted on the back of the burgundy curtain, making it difficult to see clearly when carrying it in an environment with no lights on, but this is not a problem for Baisu.

The whiteboard and white screen in front were removed, and the seats below were strictly speaking changed, from modern metal seats to wooden chairs covered with red velvet.

The same is true for the podium. The dark wood color does not know the age, but at first glance, it looks very old, but it is shiny and shiny. It can be seen that the people who maintain it are very careful.

Hmm... If you look closely, there are a few red spots in the wood grain.

The entire conference room was decorated in a...European style?middle Ages?A style that is not very close to the reinforced concrete forest,
Coupled with the cloaked man slowly walking up to the podium, this picture is quite evil no matter how you look at it.

This scene should have appeared in the movie, not in reality.

Apparently, An Xiangwen thought so. He began to fidget from the moment the decoration of the environment changed, and the moment the cloaked man entered the room, his anxiety reached its peak.

"Grass." The curly-haired young man bowed his head and did not look at the man in the cloak after cursing in a breathy voice, "How can I..."

An Xiangwen thought of the unclear Fuzhao Temple, and then thought about the scene in front of him...he was also a little unlucky.

The drooping gaze of the curly-haired youth moved to the black-haired youth on the left after a few streams.

The black-haired young man held a book in his hands, and the open pages still blocked most of his face, only a pair of black eyes with bottomless depth and disgust floating on the surface.

Ah...disgusted?
The curly-haired youth blinked.

Baisu's emotions are a bit rare, most of the time he doesn't have much emotional fluctuations in front of An Xiangwen, whether he is happy or sad, his brother Bai is quite emotional.

But it's different now, the disgust is so strong that it overflows from the emotions.

"Bai——" the curly-haired youth had just uttered a syllable when the book protruding from the side pressed against his lips.

"Shh." Baisu's hands were fast, and in the blink of an eye, the book was removed from his face and placed on the human's side, "Some words should not be said."

The feeling of disgust was suppressed and suppressed, and when the drooping eyes closed and opened again, they returned to normal.

Or a little too much force, forming a sense of emptiness.

The man in the cloak walked up to the podium, and after discussing with each other, one of them stood in front.

"Are these people?" asked the cloaked man who was half a step behind.

The delicate woman who was questioned nodded slightly: "Yes... Is the number a little too much? If there are too many, I can take a few controllable ones out..."

The corner of the cloaked man's mouth twitched: "No, there are not many people." On the contrary, it was a little less.

The man in the cloak originally thought he could fill a room full of people, but who knew it was only a few short of half, and the business ability of the branch below... the branch was too poor.

The cloaked man pulled his hood, and reluctantly accepted the "dish" from the people below.

The delicate woman paused for a moment, then retreated silently.

Backing to the corner, her gaze met the young man beside her, and she shook her head.

The cloaked man standing in front of the podium took off his hood.

The handsome face instantly attracted the attention of the people present, and the mixed-race blood also brought some deep western outlines to the face.

Crow gray eyes, dyed golden hair, floating in the dark room is the most attractive existence.

In terms of appearance, the other party can be regarded as top-notch, and it is rare for someone to feel disgusted with a good-looking person at the first meeting.

The same is true now.

Even though he was trapped by others, the people sitting below still expressed the feeling of "beauty".

An Xiangwen was no exception, his eyes were dazed, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

"Good... so beautiful." The human whispered, "There is a kind of beauty that transcends gender."

An Xiangwen stared blankly for a while, and a pair of eyes flashed in his mind.

The deep and impeccable black eyes replaced the crow-gray eyes of the handsome young man. The curly-haired young man seemed to be awakened by cold water, and his whole body shivered.

The human grasped the cloth in front of his knees with both hands.

Oops, is this what Brother Bai said about keeping yourself?

Kill me, it's too hard.

Desperately recalling some pictures that made him sober in his mind, black and white are the main colors in his memory, when the curly-haired youth tried to look to the left, he saw a face with no expression.

At first it was a lack of interest, but soon the boredom turned to laughter.

Baisu was not at all confused by the human face under the hood. To put it bluntly, it was a piece of skin growing on a white bone.

But from the perspective of what to do on the other side, the first step has been successful.

Human eyes were attracted by the handsome man on the podium, with few exceptions, and under the influence of the handsome man's slightly hoarse voice, the exceptions were deeply immersed in his bewitching.

Humans should be preparing spells.

Baisu covered his face with the book again, blocking the expressions on his face that he couldn't pretend except disgust.

The caster is not some handsome male talking, he's just a cover.

He looked back with his black eyes, and his eyes fell into the shadow behind the podium.

There were three people standing there, the handsome woman who came to collect the money yesterday, the young man who opened the door to lead the way, and another cloaked man who still hadn't taken off his hood.

All his movements were blocked behind the handsome young man, singing in a low voice, characters emerging from his hand, and some kind of energy dissipating in the air.

Everything is hidden under the shadow behind the light.

As the last syllable of the man in the cloak fell, the air trembled, and something changed.

It was difficult for Baisu to describe her feelings.

He felt that after the two cloaked men entered the conference room, the atmosphere in the conference room became sticky. When humans... oh heretics chanted the spell, this feeling reached its peak. The slippery breath made Bai Li's hands itchy. .

When the spell was activated, Baisu looked like a wild beast whose territory had been invaded, and his pupils began to turn white.

It almost merged with the whites of the eyes on the side, and stopped before finally turning into a ball. The black was dyed again, and it was stretched into a long and narrow line.

You can't just beat someone up now... There are so many people in the way.

Keeping a long and narrow pupil, Baisu watched the caster heave a sigh of relief after the spell was successful.

Then the man in the cloak made a gesture, maybe it was a secret signal between them, the corners of the handsome young man's lips raised a little more, and he began to end his words.

The handsome woman and the young man in the shadows didn't know what happened. What they heard from the handsome young man was no different from what they sent someone to say yesterday.

If there is a difference, it should be that there is less supporting projection equipment and... more cloaked people who are chanting something.

In any case, in the eyes of the four superiors, the lecture came to a successful conclusion.

The man in the suit who was waiting at the side had already begun to direct the next step. They borrowed the empty red room and planned to have another one-on-one conversation.

The man in the suit: "Although the number of people is a little less, the quality is quite good... How much is the difference?"

The delicate woman was still distracted, and quickly said a number after being asked.

The man in the suit: "That should be fine, but we'll get a commission, okay."

The delicate woman nodded again and again. It would be great to be able to complete the performance target as soon as possible with the help of the above. It is a bit painful but acceptable.

After that, she watched people lead to the red room wave by wave, from front to back, and the black-haired young man was the last one.

His companions and their former colleagues had already been rushed to the red room first, and only now did the delicate woman see that the other party was holding a book in his hand.

The state of the black-haired youth is completely different from others, it seems that it changed after the four superiors left.

Then, the black-haired youth raised his head and looked at her.

In the blink of an eye, the all-white pupils turned into animal-like pupils.

She looked like a prey that had been entangled and tightened its neck by a snake.

(End of this chapter)