Several people started patrolling.
Slaughter Area are distributed on both sides of the corridor, slightly far apart.
Fortunately, the number responsible is not large.
There are only five.
The inspection only takes about five minutes.
Bo Shuo Classify several areas and then hand them over to different people for inspection.
Try to ensure that several people can see each other during inspections.
The clock points to 12:15
There was another noisy sound outside the door.
Very familiar.
Just like transporting pig cages before.
The door was opened again.
Only this time it was relatively gentle.
It's still the same process.
The two-meter-tall Iron Cage was pushed in, with five people in protective suits still behind it.
But this time it was not just a cage, but several cages followed intermittently.
And the number of pig feet in each cage is different.
The escorts silently pushed each cage into the corridor, and then pushed the cages into each slaughtering room in order.
The candidates were all startled by this movement.
But invariably, no one came forward.
Bo Shuo is also assigned a cage here.
After the cage was pushed in, the leading escort first slightly lifted the white cloth and counted the number.
He raised his hand and drew a check mark on the notebook, then walked to a few people.
"This is Slaughter Record for this Meat Pig, please sign."
His gaze was directed at Meng Ran Nian.
Meng Ran Nian subconsciously raised his head to check the time.
When I made sure again and again that it was already midnight, I wanted to reach out and take this White Paper.
But before he could take action, he was interrupted by the young man.
"Stop."
Black Haired Youth Stop him.
Meng Ran Nian's movements froze in place, and then he subconsciously looked at Bo Shuo.
Not only him, but also the escort delivering the paper turned to look over, with doubts in his eyes.
The young man's eyebrows were filled with impatience. He did not look at the escort, but said to Meng Ran Nian, "Don't be lazy. It's enough to rest here for so long. Go on patrol."
His voice was full of irritation, as if he really spoke out because he couldn't stand his teammates being lazy.
From the beginning to the end, Black Haired Youth did not look at the escort.
When Meng Ran Nian heard this, his heart felt like it was being hammered by a drum, and then he rubbed his eyes as if he was waking up from a dream, his voice full of sleepiness.
"Blame me, blame me. I felt a little sleepy just now. I'll go now."
He is not a fool, and he would not be able to hear such an obvious reminder.
This sudden turn of events is actually a bit unexpected for normal people.
But Meng Ran Nian doesn't look like a normal person.
The overly long hair covered his face in despair, and the unshaved stubble around his mouth added to his depression, especially since he stumbled twice when he got up.
I caught the taste of decadence right away.
He looked like a drunk who had just woken up.
"Sign."
The escort looked at him intently and spoke in a irritable tone.
"Sign! Sign! Sign! Sign!!!!"
Meng Ran Nian His scalp was numb, but his movements were unambiguous. He pretended not to see or hear, got up and walked towards the other end of the corridor.
Black Haired Youth glanced sideways at Yu Zhou, "Follow me."
"Okay."
Yu Zhou knows the meaning of Bo Shuo, and maintains a close distance with Meng Ran Nian so that he can take care of him.
The escort followed the movements of several people with his eyes, and then stood there for a long time, but in the end did nothing.
Put away the White Paper in your hand, and then enter Slaughterhouse Number Two.
The door to the slaughterhouse closes.
A green light lit up at the top.
Meng Ran Nian naturally did not go very far. He walked very slowly and used his peripheral vision to pay attention to the situation next to him. After seeing the escort entering the room, he hurried back.
"Mr. Bo."
Meng Ran Nian lowered his voice and walked over quickly. He glanced at the slaughtering room with the green light on, and looked back with a look on his face.
"How do you know he is fake?"
Black Haired Youth looked neither salty nor cold, put his hands in his pockets, and glanced at him lightly, "The time is wrong."
Time?
Yu Zhou looked up when he heard this word.
The hour hand hanging on the clock was already sliding, making a ticking sound.
But the time shown above.
12:21
Midnight usually refers to twelve o'clock.
Time has passed now, why is it wrong?
Wait.
"Wrong time to hang on the wall!"
Yu Zhou suddenly turned his head, "Mr. Bo You already knew this!"
"Hmm."
Mr. Bo seemed to think this question was a bit stupid and responded coldly.
He seemed to have thought of something and sneered, "Not only is the time here wrong, but all times are wrong."
All the times are wrong?
What does this sentence mean?
The two of them looked at each other with confused eyes.
But looking at Black Haired Youth's cold expression, the question that originally came to his mouth was swallowed down.
I didn't dare to ask at all.
What if Mr. Bo thinks they are stupid?
It just showed a little bit of use value, now I ask, what if it is sent back like this.
Yes.
From the beginning, they have been very clear about their positioning here at Bo Shuo.
A barely useful Chess Piece.