Chapter 89

The dishes were served quickly, including a colorful plate of fried beans and a sticky, unidentified substance that was as black as charcoal.

It is said to be the saliva of some kind of insect.

Wen Bei's big ears turned down slightly in disgust. He did not eat the food on it, but poked it carefully with a fork, pretending to enjoy it while listening to the conversation between people at the next table.

Their voices are undisguised.

"Did he die because of the Red Blood Incident again?"

"Yes, it is said that when the Security Council members arrived, all four walls of the room were soaked in blood."

"Is the red blood incident related to the fog that suddenly appeared outside the base?"

When he heard this, Wen Bei couldn't help but swung his tail. Almost instantly, he realized that the fog these people were talking about was his Misty Manor.

It turns out that the people in the base already knew about the hotel, but why didn't they send anyone to investigate for three days?

Qiu Ting's eyes fell on his restlessly swinging tail, and he finally reached out and secretly touched it under the table.

The owner of the tail was so focused on the gossip at the next table that he didn't care at all that his smooth-fur tail was being touched. He even instinctively rubbed his big tail against the man's palm.

The dishes for the next table were also served. They ordered guinea pig meat. There was no sauce on the white meat. It looked like it was just steamed and cut into pieces before being served on the table.

Apart from the fishy smell, guinea pig meat rarely has any strange or polluted smell. It is very popular in the base, but the number is scarce. The base does not raise any guinea pigs. Each guinea pig is hunted by the mercenary team.

After eating this "delicious" dish, people at the table couldn't stop talking.

"The Red Blood Incident happened at the base only after the fog appeared. I absolutely don't believe you have no connection."

"What's in that fog?"

"It is said that this shop is run by a monster."

"Huh? A monster opening a shop!?" The young man at the table seemed to have heard some kind of joke. "Are you dreaming?"

The people at the same table glanced at him, somewhat unconvinced. "A few days ago, a dozen mercenaries went there, but only a few managed to escape alive. They were injured by the monster in the fog."

"I heard that the products sold in the store can cause hallucinations."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Bei couldn't help but break the chopsticks in his hand.

The sound interrupted their conversation and they all looked at Wen Bei in surprise.

Wen Bei looked them in the eye with a polite smile. "I'm very sorry, I just overheard your conversation. Could you tell me who told you there was a monster in the fog?"

Behind the smile is suppressed anger.

He wanted to see who was the person who was spreading rumors about the hotel in Yi Guang.

Looking at the handsome young man with animal ears in front of them, the chatterbox men were at a loss, as if they were the ones who were caught eavesdropping.

The young man who had been stubborn earlier was the first to betray the situation. "It was the leader and the remaining members of Team G45 who said that. They're all very powerful polluters, so many people believe what they say."

The thick fog appeared suddenly and strangely, but so many filthy things around it were avoiding the area where the fog was. Such a strange existence would inevitably receive a great response and attention as long as someone was the first to stand up and express it, whether it was true or false.

Those who spread rumors take advantage of the mentality of the masses and the temporary inability to verify the facts. They spread rumors effortlessly and make the existence in the fog sound even more dangerous and exaggerated.

Wen Bei's dark eyes showed little emotion. "Is their leader the one with bandages all over his body?"

The young man nodded quickly: "Yes! It's him!"

The image of the bandaged man suddenly returned to Wen Bei's mind. His eyes turned slightly cold, but quickly recovered.

It turned out that the group of robbers survived and successfully returned to the base, spreading rumors without fear of death.

I didn't expect that even though he was seriously injured like that, he could still survive being surrounded by thousands of vicious dogs.

Wen Bei rarely felt any regret.

I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted at that time. If I had killed him directly, there wouldn't have been any of these consequences.

Now the people in the base regard his hotel as a monster, and some even link him to the "Red Blood Incident", which invisibly deepens the fear.

This is very detrimental to the expansion of the hotel.

The tail reveals the owner's inner anger, and the large arc of the tail swings indicates displeasure.

Wen Bei nodded slightly at them: "Thank you."

His face darkened as he turned around.

The young man looked dazed as he watched Wen Bei leave. He couldn't help but take a step forward: "You..."

Before he could finish his chat, he suddenly shuddered all over, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

What kind of eyes are those?

It was as if a pair of strange scarlet eyes were splashed with blood. When they looked at you quietly, it was more terrifying than having the fangs of a top predator pressed against your throat artery.

It is a warning issued by the male when he feels that someone is coveting his treasure.

If he dared to take another step forward, he had no doubt that his head would be twisted off.

He had never felt such a murderous aura from his fellow polluters.

Qiu Tin gave him a meaningful look, then quickly stretched out his long legs and easily caught up with the person in front of him.

Seeing him suddenly become motionless, the people at the same table couldn't help but joke, "Has your soul been seduced by those beautiful animal ears?"

Hearing his companions' jokes, the young man finally broke free from the magic veil of fear. His palms were covered in sweat, and then his whole body went limp.

...

After leaving the restaurant, Wen Bei casually ate some bread he brought from the hotel to fill his stomach. At this moment, he was fully focused on trying to figure out what the red blood incident was.

And how to find the Bandage Man and make him pay for the rumors he spread.

If you want to dispel rumors, you must find the person who started the rumor and clarify it.

This is by far the most convenient shortcut.

Wen Bei walked back to the hotel and happened to meet the short bald man.

The short bald man was about to say hello when suddenly a bag of crystals was placed in front of him.

The bald man's eyes suddenly lit up: "Is there anything you need?"

Wen Bei: "I want to ask you something."

If everyone's position here is assigned by the so-called job manager, then the short bald guy must have more connections than he looks to be assigned as a hotel manager.

The short bald man took the crystal and said, "You tell me."

"I want to ask about the recent sensational red blood incident." Wen Bei's smile did not reach his eyes.

The short bald man said, "You've asked the right person. I have a friend who works at the Security Council. He said that according to actual statistics, more than a hundred people have died in the recent Red Blood Incident."

It had only been three days since the Red Blood Incident.

This number is already astonishing.

"The Security Council announced only 23 people, because most of the dead were ordinary people who were not taken seriously."

To avoid panic, the remaining one hundred lives became hidden data, as if their deaths were not worth mentioning.

The short bald man also looked down on the Security Council's passive attitude, so he told everything he knew without reservation.

The so-called red blood incident refers to the recent frequent and inexplicable deaths of people at home or in other enclosed spaces.

They all died peacefully, with their eyes closed as if they were asleep, and there were no obvious external injuries on their bodies. But the only important thing was that the walls were soaked in blood.

It was a mixture of the blood of dozens of beasts, with human blood mixed in.

Without exception, the space where everyone who died in the red blood incident was located looked like a square filled with red.

Only it wasn't paint, it was smelly blood.

The timing of the Red Blood Incident was too clever. When the first person who died in the Red Blood Incident was discovered, the fog appeared outside the base.

So many people speculate whether there is a connection between the two.

The Security Council issued an order yesterday that no one is allowed to approach the area where the fog is without permission.

They need to eliminate the hidden dangers in the base and then send people to check it out personally.

Wen Bei: "Oh, by the way, do you know where the leader of Team G45 lives? That's the man covered in bandages."

The short bald man took a sip of hot water and said, "I'm not sure about that."

Wen Bei didn't force it. After thanking the short bald man, he returned to the room.

He looked at Qiu Tinge: "Do you know what the Security Council represents in this base?"

Qiu Tin did not answer immediately, but stared at Wen Bei's furry tail, indicating that he needed payment.

Wenbei: “…”

After enduring for a while, he still reluctantly handed his big tail to the man.

The hair was smoothed by the rough palm.

Even if you don't want to admit it, the feeling of having your fur stroked is indeed very relaxing.

Qiu Ting raised the corner of his lips, stroking his tail as he answered, "There's one big difference between the Yiguang Base and the H City Base. Their systems are completely opposite."

The H City base is managed by the base leader alone, while Yi Guang is managed by the people in the Security Council.

The Security Council is divided into five major forces, three of which represent radicals. They believe that the conflict between ordinary people and polluters cannot be reconciled and will increase over time, and that polluters and ordinary people must be separated.

The other two factions are moderate, among whom Wendys is not only the youngest among the five major forces, but also the only ordinary person without special powers.

Moderates exist primarily for the benefit of ordinary people.

They believe that ordinary people are the majority and should not be treated as the bottom of society.

According to the current situation, the radicals are the mainstream, but the five forces are always fighting openly and secretly, and finally they restrain each other.

After listening to Qiu Ting's words, Wen Bei showed a thoughtful look on his face. Just as he was about to ask a question, he suddenly felt that the hand stroking the tail had lost control of its strength for a moment.

Wen Bei frowned: "What's wrong?"

Qiu Tincture: "Something is in the hotel."

Wen Bei closed his eyes, and a strange feeling also came over him. Before he could ask any more questions, a scream suddenly reached his ears.

It's the sound of sparrows!

He immediately ran out of the room and ran towards the source of the screaming. The two of them stopped at a door.

Wen Bei knocked on the door without hesitation: "Sparrow? Are you in there?"

There were sounds of tables and chairs being overturned, and the sound of knocking on the door seemed to have startled something, but soon the sound inside disappeared, as if everything was just their illusion.

Wen Bei winked at the person next to him, and Qiu Ting pulled him back a step. Then he suddenly spun his right leg and kicked the sturdy door, violently opening it.

The metal locks were helpless against this brute force and could only hang there in tatters.

Before Wen Bei walked into the room, the stench of blood hit his nose. He covered his mouth and walked in. What he saw was indeed a glaring red. The walls on all four sides were covered with blood, some of which had already solidified, and some was still dripping down.

The lively girl with freckles on her face was lying on the bed with her eyes closed.