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The red halo that enveloped Qingshui Apartment disappeared, and several foam boxes appeared out of thin air in the open space in front of the apartment building's gate.
Those who have escaped from the field of ghost stories know that this is the fresh food that the ghost stories reward the survivors.
A police officer climbed over the cordon and approached the foam box.
Suddenly, the cold muzzle of a gun was pointed at his forehead.
“Don’t touch government supplies.”
The drone hovers over the police officer's head and will shoot a bullet if he attempts to rob.
"I'm just curious about the reward for having the same name." The police officer retreated outside the cordon awkwardly.
Lu Miao coldly put down his gun, put on visual goggles and a filter mask, and was attracted by the pink heart-shaped sticky notes on two of the foam boxes.
"Wow, Captain, your sticky note is heart-shaped! And it's pink!"
The first time something unusual happened, Wang Keke and He Pingan looked at it carefully for several seconds.
All the survivors who escaped received the same amount of supplies, which were labeled with the survivors' names. The difference in the types of supplies was minimal, and it was fair and just.
The sticky notes for Wang Keke and He Pingan are square, but Lu Miao's is heart-shaped, with red words on it with gold powder.
One of her heart-shaped sticky notes read: To Lu Miao.
Another one read: Extra reward of deer seedlings, no resale or gift allowed.
Wang Keke was amused: "There's not even a 'to' in front of my name."
He Pingan shook his head and sighed: "The department will definitely not allow us to keep the reward materials."
Ghost story investigators earn 20,000 yuan a month + performance bonuses.
The captain of the Ghost Story Investigation Team earns 30,000 yuan a month + performance bonus.
The department provides food and accommodation, but the food they eat is processed meat cooked in the cafeteria and vegetables of poor quality; they can use government resources at will and get a vehicle for free.
The only requirement is to hand in all fresh food rewards except drinking water.
Lu Miao didn't care: "Just hand it over to the department."
She wanted to verify the effectiveness of the text on the sticky note.
Wang Keke felt sorry for her: "Damn government, corrupt capitalists!"
As they were talking, four trembling people walked out of Qingshui Apartment.
Four foam boxes with names on them appeared out of nowhere in front of the four people.
In an instant, all the guns outside the blockade were aimed at the four people.
"They are survivors." Lu Miao identified four of the nine normal residents and signaled the police officers to put down their guns. He said to the four people, "If you don't want to be robbed, leave quickly."
They looked at the three people wearing jacket uniforms and moved their own rewards with trepidation.
"Go to 803 and see if there is a boy's body."
Upon hearing Lu Miao's order, the police officers who had been stationed there for a long time immediately broke into Qingshui Apartment to investigate.
Here in the early morning, the foggy night was like mud and sand, burying the bodies that no one cared about.
Lu Miao's cell phone rang.
"Captain Lu, there is indeed a boy's body inside 803. He was about eight years old and had been dead for many days. The body has dark spots and emits a foul odor."
"Is there no one else at home?"
"No. We will contact the boy's family and let the medical examiner find out the cause of his death."
She hung up the phone, holding the information printed by He Pingan in her hand.
One of the pages contained the registration information of the residents of Room 803, which was originally occupied by a mother and son.
It was found from the household registration system that the boy suffered from a genetic disease - hemophilia, which required lifelong treatment.
In this world, ordinary people cannot afford to get sick, especially cancer, genetic diseases and radiation sickness.
Unfortunately, these three types of diseases can be found everywhere.
Today's global population is one-third smaller than it was a century ago.
The boy's family was away from home for several days for only three reasons.
One, died outside.
Second, I was busy raising money for his medical treatment.
Three, abandoned him.
Lu Miao closed the document and covered his world-weary face with goggles and a filter mask.
"Captain, the wall is cracked, right..." He Ping'an stopped talking.
She nodded and admitted that she was the one who made it happen.
The written rules can protect and restrain the creatures within the domain. At the same time, the written rules can also use the domain master's observations to shake the domain master's beliefs.
The diary is one of the means of observation for the Domain Lord (the boy with the fishtail). She writes down concise hints and transmits them to the Domain Lord's brain.
Fish cannot live without water.
When the apartment is cut off from water, the tree core stops supplying nutrients to the branches above, causing damage to the internal ecological environment.
The Territory Lord's faith began to waver.
The building, “Apartment Building”, became unstable.
Fish are greedy.
The fish will die of overeating.
The security guard, who had no idea what he was eating, had a stomach that burst.
Even if she guessed half of the information related to the Domain Master correctly, it could still have a limited impact on its beliefs.
Of course, Lu Miao caused the ghost story field to collapse not to quickly clear the level, but for——
Fun.
It’s fun to see mayflies shaking big trees.
Lu Miao stretched lazily in the haze. "The mission is over. Go back and hand in your supplies and do a mental evaluation. Remember to write a report."
Wang Keke cried out in pain. "Ah... Why do humans have to write papers! Why do they have to write reports!"
"Don't show your cowardly side in front of the children, adult." He Ping'an complained slowly.
"Don't run, little brat!"
"You'd be a fool not to run?"
"Tsk, do you think a bicycle can be faster than an electric car? You fool!"
Lu Miao shook his head helplessly and moved two boxes of fresh supplies to the rear of the motorcycle.
Then, the dark motorcycle roared away.
The devastated apartment building stands alone in the smog.
There are not a large number of similar buildings.
Nanjiang Base.
A small administrative department next to it.
There was still someone on duty at the submission window in the early morning, and the balding old man Huang was dozing off with his chin in his hand.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the window.
"Which idiot..." Old Huang looked carefully and changed his words: "You guys are also on a mission?"
Lu Miao was the first to return to the department.
Which one is faster than a motorcycle? A bicycle or an electric car
"A temporary mission. Here are my two boxes of rewards."
"Okay, two boxes..." Old Huang joked, "Help the team members carry them back? I've never seen a captain as good as you."
"No, both boxes are mine." Lu Miao explained calmly.
Old Huang immediately stopped registering and stood up to take a closer look at the two foam boxes. "What? Who put them there? Are you bullying me because I don't know English?"
"It's a weird story post."
Old Huang: “…”
He pushed up his reading glasses. "Has ghost stories become fashionable now? Using heart-shaped sticky notes and English? Hey, Xiaolu, this box is specifically for you, so just hide it secretly. Anyway, you handed in a box, and the higher-ups won't know about it."
Lu Miao was calm. "It doesn't matter if I don't have to go hungry every day. Besides, I can't hide it if so many police officers see me."
"Alas, how can the garbage in the cafeteria be as good as the reward for the weird story? This damn government!"
The voices of Wang Keke and He Pingan were heard from behind, making Old Huang's head hurt.
Lu Miao went ahead and got a psychiatric evaluation.
After completing a mission, each team must come back for a mental evaluation and rest for one to two days before accepting a new mission.
At around three in the morning, Lu Miao went through the side door and returned to the dormitory at the base to sleep.
Just before six in the morning, she was woken up by the urgent ringing of her cell phone.
"Miao Miao!"
"If you have something to say, just say it." Lu Miao was blunt.
"Do you remember turning in two boxes of supplies in the early morning?"
"Um."
"Another box inexplicably disappeared."
“…”
"Check your house quickly and tell me if it grew legs and ran back on its own?"
Lu Miao immediately threw back the quilt and walked barefoot to the hall.
On the floor of the hall, there was a snow-white foam box with a pink heart-shaped sticky note on the lid.
——The additional reward of deer seedlings is prohibited from resale and gift.
The bright red words seemed to mock human naivety.
"…Yes, it appeared in my hall."
"...Come back to me with the report, come to me first!"
The haze has not yet dissipated, and the sky and the earth are gray, as if they were condensed from the regretful faces of countless people.
Humanity reaps the consequences of its own actions.
Two hours later, the bonus foam box was safely in the refrigerator.
Lu Miao went out wearing a pair of goggles and a filter mask. She was dressed in black, except for the fluorescent green earrings and the color matching of her jacket, which made her look lively.
With the mission report stored on a USB drive in her jacket pocket, she returned to the administration department through the side door of the base.
As soon as she stepped into the office building, two serious men blocked her way.
"Captain Lu, please follow us to the Investigation Department on the eighth floor."
Lu Miao's eyes swept across their tight muscle contours under their suits, secretly gathering strength. "Why?"
The Investigation Department and the Ghost Story Investigation Department are two different departments. The former is responsible for investigating whether all captains and team members have violated any regulations.
"Please cooperate."
Lu Miao took off his goggles and stared at the two thugs with his sharp black eyes. "I belong to the Ghost Story Investigation Department. I received a notice from my leader to go back to the Ghost Story Investigation Department to do the aftermath work. Also, did your interception get permission from our leader?"
One of them took half a step forward.
Lu Miao immediately stepped back, playing with the visual goggles that could be used as a weapon.
The other person did not dare to act rashly, but was aggressive: "You can report your follow-up work to the Investigation Department."
Finally showing her true colors, she sneered. "Sorry, this is a department secret and cannot be leaked without permission. If you try to stop me again, I will report you to the Investigation Department for overstepping your authority."
The two men's faces darkened, ready to strike.
"Miao Miao, you're back——"
A head of red hair came into the sight of the three people.
The visitor was a young man wearing a royal blue sports suit, with red hair that looked particularly lively and wild in the haze.
He was handsome, but Lu Miao had seen men who were more handsome than him.
He glanced at the two men with a chilling look.
They glared at Lu Miao and left quickly.
"Sure enough, those old guys wanted to intercept your report in advance." Lu Xingyang urged: "Hurry up and go to my office first, take the stairs!"
Lu Miao doesn't like entering his office.
Various small stuffed animal dolls sat on the desks and in display cabinets, surrounding the two people.
His office is like a lovely zoo.
He said the miserable world needed a little life injected into it.
Lu Xingyang first opened her mission report to check.
The light from the monitor reflected his rare serious face.
“Miao Miao——”
"Don't call me Miaomiao."
"Lulu?"
"Are you calling yourself?"
Lu Xingyang was speechless, feeling wronged and hurt. "It only took more than four hours to crack it, which is short enough. Very good."
Then he closed the mission report and seriously asked about the detailed reasons why Team Yellow was annihilated.
The Ghost Story Investigation Team is divided into two departments: Warm and Cold - Department One and Department Two.
The cool colors are in the second category.
The two departments have always been at odds with each other, and Lu Miao truthfully reports Captain Huang's scheme.
When Lu Xingyang heard that the Yellow Team wanted to take over the points of the Green Team, he was so angry that his face turned green.
"A department full of tricks! They deserve to be put to death!"
He took a deep breath and got back to the point: "Those guys upstairs all want to get this work report and find out why you got an unprecedented extra material reward. Do you know the reason?"
Lu Miao thought about it. "Because I'm excellent?"
Lu Xingyang: “…”
Lu Xingyang: "You really didn't find any clues?"
Lu Miao: “No.”
"Is this time's ghost story area any less strange than the ones you've been to before?"
She thought of the bright red, gold-glittering regular fonts. "If there is anything, it's that the regular fonts this time have turned red with gold, similar to a glitter highlighter."
He was silent for a second. "Red? Glittering gold? Are you saying that the terrifying weird story has been turned into a pretentious girlish adventure level?"
"You said so."
He rubbed his brows in annoyance. "Until you figure out the reason why the font color changed, don't tell anyone. Let the first department and the people above rack their brains to guess why you are an exception."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.
Lu Xingyang had expected this and answered the call calmly. Finally, he hung up with a smile. "Since they are so anxious, let's go to the eighth floor and sit for a while."
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