Chapter 187
The bald man was also skilled in physical skills. Although he was caught off guard, he immediately jumped and dodged when his attack failed.
He hesitated for a moment, thinking about what Lu Jiamu had just said suddenly.
Why is he suddenly being asked to be cautious? Is there something wrong with this?
But no matter what, although Lu Jiamu cheated him, he personally did not suffer any loss. They took away other people's passes.
The most important thing now was no longer to vent his emotions towards Lu Jiamu. The bald man had already realized that it was not easy to attack and kill this man with his ability.
The bald man cursed: "You little bastard, just wait for me."
After he finished cursing, he suddenly turned around and quickly aimed at another survivor, emptied his magazine, and then rushed forward.
Seeing him take action, the survivors who usually depended on him also immediately acted in tacit understanding.
That’s right, now the most critical issue comes back to grabbing passes for your relatives and friends.
There were originally thirty survivors in the venue, but now six have died and only twenty-four are left.
There are twelve passes for twenty-four people, so there is still a chance if we try.
The survivors were in chaos again, and some were shouting to mobilize everyone to attack the diary together, because it was obvious that it had just collected three passes, and if they robbed it, three more people would be able to enter.
The increasingly chaotic scene was witnessed by the convoy coming out of the black tower. The convoy had no idea what was happening here, so they turned on the radio from a distance, demanding that all survivors immediately stand still and not move.
The situation was gradually brought under control.
Only after confirming that their dispute was just a fight over passes between people and had nothing to do with anything weird did the convoy dare to come closer.
The real Black Tower commander stepped into the dilapidated building, and with a sharp and sinister gaze he examined everyone in the venue, asking, "What were you doing just now?"
"Sir!" A survivor suddenly reported loudly, "Someone pretended to be you before..."
Before he could finish his words, the bald man suddenly jumped over and slapped the speaker in the face: "Is it your turn to speak? Think before you speak!"
After slapping the one who was talking nonsense, the bald man looked at the commander of the black tower in a very servile manner.
He did this not because he had any affection for Lu Jiamu or the diary, but because he already knew in his heart that even though the identities Lu Jiamu had told them before were fake and the game they were asked to play was made up and full of deceptions, the convoy they brought was real.
At first, Baldy suspected that the motorcade had cheated tickets, but they only cheated three tickets. And now, when the real motorcade arrived, the motorcade they brought ran away in advance. There must be something wrong here.
Although he didn't know where the problem lay, Baldy's intuition told him that this incident might affect their entry.
It’s okay for survivors to have conflicts with each other, but they must not be brought to the attention of their superiors.
The survivor who was slapped by the bald man stopped talking, but the Black Tower commander frowned slightly, revealing a look of disgust and disdain: "Let him finish what he is saying."
After getting the permission, the man immediately continued: "Someone pretended to be you and stole our pass."
"who?"
The survivor pointed at Lu Jiamu and the other two.
Seeing them, the Black Tower commander's expression relaxed slightly, and he stared at the person who spoke very forcefully: "If they can deceive you, that's their ability. You are not as skilled as them and you deserve to be eliminated. The Black Tower never welcomes weaklings to enter."
Although the officer seemed a little puzzled as to how low one's IQ had to be to be deceived, he probably adhered to the principle of doing things in a public manner and did not want to waste time on other matters. He did not continue to ask for details, but directly announced: "Start checking the admission tickets now."
Lu Jiamu keenly noticed that this person seemed to be more tolerant towards children than towards adults.
This may also be an instinct evolved from living in this kind of environment for a long time. Among people with equal abilities, the younger ones tend to have more potential and are more likely to be valued.
Several of the commander's deputies have begun checking the survivors' passes, and have put those with passes aside, preparing to take them away into the car.
Then he said to the survivors without a pass in a very cold voice: "We no longer accept you here. You can either leave immediately and leave the institute on your own initiative, or stay here and wait for execution. We will give you the last bit of humanity. I will give you ten seconds to get out of my sight."
The abandoned survivors showed fear and despair in their eyes.
They all knew that entering the Black Tower was their last chance of survival. Once they left here and fled to the edge of the institute, there would only be mad dog soldiers who had been abandoned and not yet dead, as well as all kinds of weird things waiting for them.
They are abandoned pawns. If they cannot enter the black tower, their only role is to attract the monsters in the corner, be chased, and then attract the monsters as far away as possible. There is no way they can survive.
But the commander of the Black Tower was obviously different from Lu Jiamu who had used an empty stick to hit the wolf before. He did not play tricks and had no empathy for these so-called weaklings. He started counting down as soon as he finished speaking.
The few survivors obviously didn't want to die here, and they knew resistance was pointless, so they gritted their teeth and turned around and ran.
After dealing with them, the commander of the Black Tower turned his attention back to the fifteen people who remained. He looked them over, with his gaze lingering on the diary in particular.
Lu Jiamu took the initiative to move to the Black Tower commander's legs and looked up at him: "Uncle, he has been a deformed child since he was young. We grew up together. Because we could never get supplies, he couldn't change the gauze, and now the gauze has grown together with his face skin."
The commander of the Black Tower raised his leg and kicked him away: "Don't try that on me."
But the officer still walked up to the diary himself, gently lifted the gauze, and seeing that there was indeed blood inside, he let go again, probably because he was afraid that if they really had a disagreement, he would tear off the entire face.
As the world is polluted by the weird for a longer time, more and more deformed children are born, and it seems that each generation is more doomed than the previous one. However, the awakened abilities of these deformed children are often stronger than those of ordinary children, which can be regarded as a win-win situation.
Many young children who are now qualified to enter the Black Tower are deformed. The diary only has a rotten face and no limb damage. It is not the most serious one, so the officer does not find it strange.
Although these three people were strangers who had never been registered in the research institute, with the world being so chaotic nowadays, he would only think that someone had lost the baby after giving birth and would not think about anything else.
As long as the deformed child who looks neither human nor ghost has other living people to verify his identity and is still a living person, there will basically be no problem.
The Black Tower commander wiped his hands and said, "The Black Tower has always spoken with strength, appearance is not important."
Since he had already approved it, the other survivors naturally did not dare to say anything more. The group was smoothly arranged to board the car.
The commander of the Black Tower was not interested in asking them how they were deceived, but his adjutants were very interested in it and started asking them when they had some free time on the way back.
The survivors did not dare to lie to them, but they did not dare to say anything that would bring trouble to themselves, so they just avoided the main point and said that they saw a convoy from afar. In fact, they did not really get close to take a closer look, but they thought they were official personnel and said they wanted to play a game with them, so they believed it.
The diary claimed to them that this was his special ability, and the non-commissioned officers speculated that it might have some strong ability to influence people's cognition or cause hallucinations. It was indeed a very rare talent.
Since the diary itself is in a very special state between a special object and a ghost, and now it has been integrated with a human body, and it always looks very docile and non-aggressive, and its rationality is also online, and there are other human companions to vouch for it, it is difficult for people to think of it as a highly intelligent ghost.
So the journey into the Black Tower was smooth.
All the survivors breathed a sigh of relief after entering the range of the black tower.
The convoy stopped at the parking lot under the Black Tower and led them into the Black Tower.
The Black Tower looks very grand when viewed from the bottom up. Each floor is very high. In the center of the tower, visible to everyone, there is a huge clock with a countdown going on.
The commander gave them a brief introduction to the layout and pace of life inside the Black Tower.
The first floor of the Black Tower has the largest space, which is the resettlement area for survivors. The style is like that of a refugee camp. At a glance, it is filled with three-story bunk beds, connected together, obviously three-story bunk beds. There are only a few aisles left, and it can be said that there is no privacy at all.
This is the limited space that belongs to one person temporarily. Some people even cover their beds with rags to improve their quality of life.
They will be provided with supplies at the beginning, but after that they will have to work if they want to eat.
The second floor is the kitchen, and the prepared food will be distributed to the first floor.
The third floor is where people of some status live, usually Black Tower officers and some scientific researchers.
The fourth and fifth floors are used to store important special items owned by the institute.
Above the sixth floor, they are places whose names cannot even be heard due to their civilian status.
If you want to leave your floor and go to other floors, you need an authorization card to take the elevator up.
Those who got the pass to enter the Black Tower were not of much value. They were at the bottom of the food chain and had no elevator cards, so they could only move around on the first floor.
The officer assigned them bed numbers, told them the time and method to collect supplies every day, and then left.
After being on the move since coming to this world, Lu Jiamu finally found a slightly more stable place and lay down on the bed.
Seeing that he was beginning to enjoy refugee life and relax, Diary immediately came over and sat on the edge of the bed, asking, "What next? What are we going to do next?"
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