It was evening, and after half an afternoon of strength training, the five members of the "Nian" team finally returned to the lounge.
It is indeed time to rest now. Both their bodies and Lin Qingliu's will seem to have suffered a certain degree of wear and tear.
Although the bodies of the five people are no different from those of ordinary people, they are essentially made of paper, and now there are some subtle tears.
Lin Qingliu, who controlled five accounts by himself, spent a whole afternoon playing cyberlifting. Now he can see the barbell plates as soon as he closes his eyes.
However, rest is only for Lin Qingliu, and for the five paper figures...
It's time for them to "rest".
The expressions on the faces of "Nian" and the other five people became dull, and their bodies began to operate mechanically, without any trace of the vitality that belongs to normal humans.
The five of them went in and out, cleaning up every trace in the team lounge, striving to restore it to a spotless state.
An hour later, the five people who had sorted out everything took off the medals they had just received in the morning and placed them on the table, then stepped into the room in unison.
Shower room.
“Huahua~”
The shower was turned to maximum, and a thin white mist filled the bathroom.
Five men in coats were standing there, as if enjoying the hot water that fell from the sky.
Looking closely, their coats were softening and fading, and they were slowly becoming like slugs crawling around after a hot and humid rain.
In the gray mist, their bodies silently disintegrated into pieces of fingernail-sized paper, mixed with colored sewage and flowed into the sewer bit by bit.
All other sounds in the bathroom disappeared, leaving only the sound of running water.
And the only remaining background sound was completely eliminated when a hand pressed the shower switch.
The hand that appeared out of nowhere reached out from the wall, turned off the shower, and then retracted.
Then, a head popped out from the wall, looked around at the ground where the water was gradually disappearing, and nodded:
"Very good, nothing is left."
Lin Qingliu walked out from the other side of the wall, confirmed again that nothing was left out, picked up two large piles of books and disappeared into the room.
At this moment, the Sixth Squad's lounge looked bright and clean, with everything neatly arranged, and it didn't look like anyone was living there.
The bathroom door was locked from the inside, as was the main door to the lounge.
This is the last mystery left by Lin Qingliu - a case of disappearances in a locked room in a world where super powers exist.
With the help of [Dimensional Displacement] and [Fold], two space abilities that Lin Qingliu liked very much, he easily carried the two stacks of books back to his underground space and placed them together with the other three stacks.
A family should be neat and tidy.
Drowning completely in a dream with no end in sight.
The time for Wang Xiao and his team to leave the city to explore is getting closer and closer, and Lin Qingliu must make some name for himself with these five scarecrows.
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At the same time, a few blocks away at the Superpower Headquarters, downstairs in the sixth lounge.
“What the hell!”
Fresnel grabbed a towel to cover the necessary areas and jumped out of the bathroom.
Half of his head was covered with white foam from shampoo, and the other half was covered with strands of wet blond hair.
The three female players in the lounge all turned their eyes away and looked in other directions, leaving only Wang Xiao looking at Fresnel whose towel was about to slip off with helplessness on his face.
"So, the bathroom is haunted?"
"It's scarier than a haunted place."
"oh?"
"Paper is spraying out of the sewer!"
Fresnel spoke briefly and finally realized how undignified he was at the moment.
He quickly returned to the bathroom, forced himself to put on basic clothes despite the incomprehensible pulp all over the floor.
The 25th team watched outside the bathroom for a long time, and felt that this matter was somewhere between suspicious and not suspicious...
Looking at the watch, Fresnel wiped the water flowing down his head:
"It's getting late, report back tomorrow morning when you go to training."
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The next morning at ten o'clock, at the training ground.
"No one came?"
"Yes, no one from the sixth team is here."
The scar on the face of the head coach in charge of the special training of the super-powered people twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Under the intimidating cold face, the man couldn't help but feel a little confused:
“Although they are unprecedented returnees, they shouldn’t be drifting to this extent.
"Now it seems that they were probably drunk. I really don't know where they got the alcohol from...
“I hope they can restrain themselves sooner rather than wasting their talent and fame.”
Thinking of this, he looked at the statistician who was a little timid:
"Maybe you're hungover, knock on the door again in three hours."
"yes."
Three hours later, the statistician who went to the Sixth Squad lounge saw another middle-aged man with an anxious face at the door.
The middle-aged man had his back slightly bent, and he looked servile to everyone he met.
At this moment, he looked embarrassed and was wiping the sweat from his forehead bit by bit with his sleeve.
"Who are you?"
"I am a subordinate of Councillor Bordeaux... I am here to... look for Mr. Sprawling."
After hearing the other party's answer, the statistician suddenly understood.
Even if the identity of "Sprawling" was not deliberately spread, it was not a secret.
Although super-powered people are rare, congressmen are an even rarer species.
Perhaps only the top five teams of super-powered people will have the chance to meet the congressman.
As for wanting to see them anytime and anywhere, maybe only the five people from the first team can do it.
"No one answered the phone?"
"Yes."
Although the statistician frowned, he felt that he was not qualified to comment on the five heroes.
Finally, he put away his dissatisfaction and asked the anxiously waiting middle-aged man:
"How long did you knock on the door?"
The middle-aged man looked at his watch and said:
"Two hours."
“… Bullshit.”
The statistician had nothing to say. He went to the door of the lounge and knocked even harder. The middle-aged man also knocked on the door like a supplementary drumbeat.
The force in their hands grew stronger and stronger, and soon it turned into percussion music that spread throughout the corridor.
Ten minutes passed like this, and the statistician became increasingly panicked.
He asked the middle-aged man to wait there while he turned around and reported to the higher authorities step by step.
As the first group of returnees, the five members of the "Nian" team have their lives and safety considered the most important things in Hope City, apart from the councillors and those irreplaceable super-powered people.
The chief instructor reported the matter as early as the morning when I was absent.
Soon, the ongoing training was urgently stopped.
Twenty-five super-powered people were ready to go, blocking the corridor.
Soon, the chief instructor and a young man with a frighteningly pale face came side by side, both of them with serious expressions.
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