Chapter 278

I made a lot of money from all these trips.

Because the company provides travel subsidies.

"Now that you are back, have you completed your mission?"

The boss asked me.

"Yes, it is done."

I replied.

"I'll send someone to check it out later. Do you have any objections?"

The boss asked.

"I have no opinion."

I said.

"Because you just came back recently, there is one thing you may not know. Something happened at your colleague's home. Everyone except him died, so you need to take a leave."

The boss said to me.

"I see."

Although I don't understand this kind of thing, what's the use of telling me?

"He applied for help from the company, and the company should at least send someone out to provide him with some free services within their capabilities."

The boss continued.

"There are so many people in the company, can't we just find someone to deliver it to him?"

I am very curious.

"That was originally the case, but he didn't trust you, so he asked you to come to his place to help immediately after completing the task, and he said you were good at cleaning up corpses."

The boss said.

"He wants me to go and he's not afraid of getting mixed up with the corpses."

I sneered and said, "Since he wants me to go, then I will go, but the money has to be doubled."

“The company will consider it.”

The boss replied.

"I went there because of the company, not because of him. And if it wasn't a mission, I wouldn't go even if the salary was ten times higher."

I said.

"I understand. Go ahead."

The boss said.

I turned around and left the office. After receiving the assignment, I went directly to the doorstep of the second-level staff member's home. After all, everyone lived in the dormitory arranged by the company, so everyone knew who lived where.

"I heard you were looking for me, so I came here."

I said to him standing at the door.

"I didn't come to see you. The company arranged for you to come. Otherwise, why would you come here? Don't confuse the concepts."

He said with a smile.

I don't know why he feels so proud now.

I suddenly wished that he would hit his head on anything nearby.

A cabinet would be best, so that the pointy corner would poke his head and then drill into his skull and bleed him out.

It won't be long before his eye sockets bulge out and he dies, his eyes rolling to the ground.

That must be very beautiful.

Even if he was a very ugly person, it doesn't matter if he becomes uglier after death.

Because as long as I think about this being a picture of a disgusting person dying, I think it's beautiful.

This does not require careful observation or appreciation, just knowing that it is such a thing is worth being happy about.

If you are happy, even if this thing is not beautiful, it will look beautiful.

That's how it is.

After a bunch of meaningless nonsense, he opened the door and let me into his room, although I felt that there were dangers everywhere, and a minotaur with a knife or a strange lamp with fire might appear at any time.

He didn't seem to want to show me his host's generosity. He asked me to find a place to sit down and he opened the doors of other rooms.

He and his family live in the same house, but the house has more than one room, and each room has a separate door to leave.

This is the special arrangement of the company dormitory.

I saw some death scenes from the door he opened.

I wanted to describe it as shocking, but I've seen a lot of things like this, and then I thought, their deaths weren't tragic enough, so they don't deserve that word.

If I use words like that to describe a scene like that in a mission report, I'm afraid it will be criticized as unrealistic and exaggerated, causing panic, and I'll be punished, and I'll have less money.

Half less won’t do, even one cent less won’t do.

My money is my money.

They can't compare with my money.

“As you can see, this is my family. This room is my wife, and that room is my son. My son was alive this morning, but he died before you came.

Sometimes I really suspect that you are the calamity of my family, but you are not in my house. This inference should not be established. But you and I are both employees of the company and live in the company dormitory.

I don't think this is groundless, so in a sense, you are partly to blame. I am justified in hating you.

You are the one who is wrong.”

He looked at me and said.

"I understand what you mean. Can you tell me how they died? That way we can know for sure how the bodies should be removed from here and what to do with them afterwards."

I asked him.

He let out a long sigh, as if his whole body had turned cold, and it was as if the mercury column in a thermometer suddenly fell from the highest point to the lowest point.

"My wife died after coming into contact with a poisonous mushroom and turning into a giant mushroom-like person.

Then it cracked into many small mushrooms, and I had to close the door, hoping that she would recover on her own.

But things were not as I thought, she was dead, and the mushrooms in the room exploded, full of blood.

Finally, the mushroom skin disappeared, and she was like an inflated balloon being punctured by a needle, leaving only a thin, flat layer of human skin.

I didn't know how to clean it up, so I asked the company, and they agreed to send someone over. I think you're the best person to clean it up, so I'd like the company to send someone like you.

But you have to understand, I didn't ask the company to send you here.

There is a difference between the two.

Just like a person likes apples and therefore hopes to get an apple, taking an apple as an example does not mean that the person likes the apple given as an example and hopes to get it.

You are the apple, for example.

That being said, my son was still alive this morning.

He was very normal at that time, much more normal than before, and I thought he was getting better, but unfortunately he died.

There was no sign before he died. He just ate a meal, told me he wanted to rest, and then went back to his room, closed the door, and locked it, not even allowing me to enter.

I didn't want to go into his room, but it was unusual for him to lock the door because he never locked it before.

I can understand that he doesn't want me to enter his room, so he locked the door, but even if he goes into his room and locks the door when I am around, it is because he has something to do.

And there are definitely things he is going to do that he doesn't want me to see, such as some personal matters.

But what else can he do in his room after dinner except taking a nap or playing games?

There's no need to lock the door on those things.

Moreover, he did not conceal the sound of locking the door at all, as if he was not worried at all that I would notice and ask him questions. He really didn't want me to ask him anything, he hated that.

But what was even stranger was that he didn't even try to cover up his voice that time.

I knocked on the door but received no response, and then I heard some strange noises coming from the house, like the noises that believers of the Mother of All Creations make when they are praying.

You should know what kind of sounds they usually make, because I remember you had a mission that dealt with this.

Don't you need me to explain it specifically?"

He asked me.

"I know. Go on."

I said.

"I felt very strange and knocked on the door again. There was still no sound of talking, breathing or the sound of the bed. If he was in bed, the bed would make a sound.

If he is standing at the door, he should open it.

Even if he was standing motionless at the door with earplugs on, he should still be breathing. It's impossible not to hear his breathing if he was sticking to the door.

I waited for a while, but I couldn't stand it anymore. I thought he was in danger, so I forced the door open. After opening the door, I found that he was not normal.

But he still looked normal, so I just asked him.

He answered my question with a helpless look, but now I can't remember exactly what he said.

Normally, my memory isn't that bad, so he must have influenced me.

I can’t remember clearly afterwards.”

He dug out his eyes and rubbed them while saying this.

"Then I want to go in and take a look. I think you don't mind."

I asked him.

"Okay, but you have to open the door and get out by yourself. If you die in there, I won't save you. At most I'll go find the company."

he replied.

"good."

I nodded and walked over and opened the bedroom door.

Inside the door was a long corridor with unfamiliar shops on both sides. Above the shops were dark clouds. Lightning flashed in the clouds, and for a moment, the sky was blindingly white.

Dark clouds dropped many raindrops.

The ground was wet.

There were footsteps in the distance, and a woman holding a black umbrella came out from the corner of the house.

The umbrella was very ordinary, without any decoration. It was an automatic umbrella with a long handle and a curved hook. In the woman's hand, it seemed to be coated with a layer of gorgeous light.

The person was hidden under the umbrella, and part of his face was also covered, so that he looked like a nobleman who had walked out of a medieval palace.

"Close the door quickly. If there is danger, you can handle it in the room by yourself. If there is no danger, you can come out by yourself."

Zheng Er said beside him.

I looked at him and closed the door, leaving only the woman and I in the room.

But when we call it a room, this place is definitely more than just the scale and size of a room.

The woman raised her head and her umbrella. Under the umbrella, there were two heads.

"Why don't you take the exam?"

the woman asked me.

"Didn't you pass the exam?"

I asked.

"You're standing here, looking like you haven't remembered. If you do remember, why don't you go home?"

the woman asked.

"Aren't you home yet? Why are you turning around?"

I asked.

"I remembered that I left something in the exam room, so I have to go back to school to get it. What about you? What are you waiting for here?"

The woman asked again.

“It’s raining too hard.”

I said.

"Then I'll go first."

The woman nodded at me.

I responded.

The woman walked around me, walked straight into the door, and disappeared.

And when I looked at the door again, it was gone.