(npc: Slaughterhouse Patrol Security
Class: F
Introduction: NPC that can issue tasks)
So simple and crude.
Bo Shuo's eyes stayed on the introduction for a second, with a subtle expression.
After just a second or two of pause, the security guard noticed them, turned his head and spoke stiffly.
"Get ready for patrol."
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like nails being repeatedly sharpened on sandpaper. After saying this, he stiffly moved his hand joints and pulled out three White Papers from the pile on the table and handed them over.
"Remember to follow the instructions on White Paper."
White Paper There are several lines of large characters written at the top.
Slaughter Area Patrol Code.
1. There are no staff in the slaughterhouse during the day, and work will only take place after midnight. If you see someone working in Slaughter Area before twelve o'clock, please do not attract its attention, do not talk to it, and make a record and report it immediately.
2. Please pay attention to whether you are within the normal inspection range and cannot leave Slaughter Area during work.
3. There will be a warning light above the door of the slaughtering room. Please pay attention to the different colors. Green represents safety. If it changes to another color, please do not stay around for more than ten minutes.
4. The slaughterhouse is built in a deep mountain. Sometimes animals sneak in. When being chased, please don't panic or talk to them. Report it immediately and people from other departments will help deal with it.
5. Entry into the slaughterhouse cannot be prohibited without permission!
6. Please ask the security guard on duty to confirm the quantity of Meat Pig and sign it.
Six rules.
Bo Shuo seemed to have a headache, so he glanced at it carefully, and then asked 007 to make a rubbing, so that he could take it out in case of emergency.
Bo Shuo looked at 007, "Do you know what is the most difficult thing about rule-based weirdness?"
007 Think about it and answer like a guess, "The truth and falsehood of rules are mutually exclusive?"
"No."
Bo Shuo complained expressionlessly, "There are too many rules, it's hard to remember, and it's easy to get confused."
When he was watching short videos before, he didn't remember the rules at all:)
007: "..."
River.
Not long after Bo Shuo got the note, the door opened and closed, and other candidates entered Slaughterhouse Zone 1 one after another.
It's still the same process, this security guard is like the NPC that triggered the task.
"Get ready for patrol."
"Remember to follow the instructions on White Paper."
Everyone looked at the content of White Paper one after another, and their faces were obviously not good-looking.
Relatively speaking, rules-based weirdness has relatively low requirements for Martial Force.
The requirements for IQ and courage are much higher.
But this also means that, except for those Perception System candidates, everyone has the same starting point.
Just as difficult.
But the security guard didn't care about these people's expressions, walked stiffly in front of a few people, and started to take the next step on his own.
Start allocating Work Content.
"You two, area ten to fifteen on the right."
"You..."
Finally, his empty eyes were focused on Bo Shuo and the two people next to him.
"You three, patrol areas one to five."
The security guard had no intention of staying here any longer, and after all was assigned, his legs stiffened and he began to move.
Bo Shuo noticed that the security guard's gaze paused between him and Meng Ran Nian.
Although it was subtle, it still paused.
In other words, I'm not looking at them, but looking at the Green Work Pass on their chests.
Bo Shuo You can see the vague coveting in his micro-expression.
What is the function of this Work ID? It can make an NPC worry about it so much.
After a short break, all candidates came to rest.
Their patrol time is midnight, and they will arrive soon, so they can prepare to set off first.
It's better to go early than to be late.
Just at this time.
Slaughter Area suddenly heard a loud noise outside the door.
"Crunch!"
It was like the sharp sound of an iron wheel running across a stone.
With a loud bang.
Slaughterhouse Zone 1's door was opened heavily.
A cage with a height of two meters was pushed in first.
The cage is covered with a layer of white cloth. If you look up from the bottom, you can see several hooves squeezed together.
Bo Shuo concentrated on counting and defining it.
This is filled with pigs.
If we count the legs of a pig, there should be three pigs here.
The cage is pushed completely into the slaughterhouse.
There were several figures in white protective suits hanging behind the cage. They silently pushed the cage towards the slaughtering room, and then Leader came over to talk to the candidates.
Leader was wrapped up tightly, walked over silently, ignored everyone, and stuffed Signature Form into Bo Shuo.
"This is Slaughter Record for this Meat Pig, please sign."
Black Haired Youth did not take the form, but stood here quietly, obviously not intending to take it.
But the leader was very stubborn and didn't even look at the others. Instead, he stared at Bo Shuo and continued to repeat:
"This is Slaughter Record for this Meat Pig, please sign."
Other candidates who were completely ignored. "?"
Don't they count as human beings?
Bo Shuo's eyes flashed past the man wrapped in protective clothing, and finally paused slightly above his head.