It stopped.
The hand that was about to knock on the door stopped a second before it touched the door, just sitting there, unsure whether to pull it back or continue knocking.
After all, the voices he just heard from those three people inside sounded really off, no matter how you looked at it.
"The three inside, they can't possibly be about to fight, can they? But that doesn't seem right either, it sounds like they're just letting loose?"
The mere thought of this possibility made him feel terrible.
Is the sound inside something he can hear?
"Tick-tock..."
He noticed a drop of water on the floor and instinctively raised his hand to wipe his forehead.
"Are you sweating? I'm drenched in sweat just from standing here?"
Being stuck here isn't a good idea, so he turned around and winked at the others behind him.
(Wink) (Or, why don't you guys go over there?)
(Blink) (You go ahead, we'll just stay here and watch.)
(Winking) (We can't do that! How about we all knock on the door together?)
Blink (Agreed.)
They all knocked on the door at the same time, but interestingly, the door didn't respond at all.
Yes, these people were all pretending to knock on the door, but actually stopped before they even touched it.
It's all the same tactic: outsmarting and outmaneuvering your teammates.
Some people opened their mouths as if to say something, but at that moment, they suddenly realized another problem.
When did the sounds that could be heard through the door in the office stop?
"..."
"!"
At that moment, it seemed as if even breathing had stopped, and a red "danger" appeared above the heads of several people.
"Well, you guys outside, please come in. Just say what you need to say."
Smith's voice came at just the right moment, and several people pushed open the door and entered the office.
The situation inside was not quite what they had imagined. Evan held a teacup in one hand, took a sip of water with elegance and composure, and then began to carefully review the documents.
While looking at the monthly agricultural harvest data from the gathering place, Vilia also used his free left hand to lift weights with dumbbells.
Smith looked up at them with a mixture of authority and friendliness.
Why is this scene different from what they just heard? Did they open it wrong, or did they just hallucinate?
Of course, these obedient voices did not mention anything about what had just happened, but honestly reported that refugees were approaching the gathering area.
"Oh? Refugees? You two, did you hear that?"
Evan sipped his tea, his eyes half-closed, seemingly pleased by the news.
"Yes, indeed, they are refugees. It's surprising that they came at this time... I remember hearing news about 'refugees' from other settlements a few days ago."
"Then we can't just sit here. We must show the utmost enthusiasm to these friends who want to join our community, don't you think?"
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