The above is the most accurate time for this copy.
11:50
It's not midnight yet.
"Now we don't know which of these rules are fake. It's best to follow the above as much as possible."
Bo Shuo said, "The time is now eleven fifty."
Such an accurate broadcast time made Meng Ran Nian and Yu Zhou's eyes shine.
They didn't have much doubt.
"As expected of Mr. Bo."
Yu Zhou sighed, and just as he was about to take action, he felt a gust of wind blowing by his side as soon as he turned around.
After taking a closer look, Meng Ran Nian walked to the front desk ahead of him and took down the clock hanging on the wall.
Then manually adjust to the correct time.
The whole movement was done smoothly and within one minute.
Yu Zhou: "... wait."
Why are you moving so fast?
He actually competed with him for the position of the number one dog next to Mr. Bo!
How abominable.
Seeing that something was wrong, Yu Zhou turned his head to look at Black Haired Youth's expression, and indeed caught a little bit of interest in it.
Just such a look, Yu Zhou suddenly started to wake up in his heart, and the look he looked at Meng Ran Nian was not that of two brothers.
It's like looking at a competitor.
At this time, Meng Ran Nian just hung up the clock in his hand, and as soon as he turned around, he met Yu Zhou's eyes.
Meng Ran Nian has a question mark on his face.
What's going on.
He immediately felt the hostility of Yu Zhou.
This was not the case just now.
666, Change your attitude and don't call me.
Just as Meng Ran Nian took two steps forward, a shrill scream suddenly sounded from the side corridor.
In just a few seconds, the voice of Proctoring System sounded.
(Detected candidate number h281 Tao Keyu died... teared)
Wait, isn't he already dead?
Hearing this sound, Meng Ran Nian felt something was wrong.
Normally, the death sounds announced by Proctoring System are clean and clear.
But now it is completely different from before.
It even stalled for a while.
The very second his doubts came to an end.
(The death crisis of candidate h281 Tao Keyu has been detected and has been temporarily eliminated--)
Yu Zhou was also stunned when he heard this voice.
"What's going on?"
His voice was confused. "The examinee who was about to meet the King of Hell was unexpectedly saved?"
Oh.
In this regard, Bo Shuo was not surprised by them. He had actually expected it.
Bo Shuo poked 007: "Wen Yanqing must have done it."
007: "Yes, he is fulfilling his bet with you, the host, very seriously now."
"This is not good news."
Bo Shuo: "He seems to be more capable than us, and he even has treatment methods."
It can still bring people back from the brink of death.
Too scary.
Damn it, except for him, everyone hanging on the wall will get out of Lost Paradise.
Yu Zhou quickly came to the front desk and made a call.
"District One, Slaughterhouse Number Two."
"Received."
"..."
Wait until the movement of Slaughterhouse Number Two quiets down.
The three of them looked inside in unison.
This time still nothing was found.
Even the pig on the operating table had lost its vitality, and the body began to cool over time.
No one talks much.
I just patrol these five rooms from time to time according to work requirements.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the clock that was hung on the wall again.
Shou Dao The hour and minute hands of the clock on the wall point to twelve o'clock.
"Boom."
It's the same scene again.
Pig cages began to be delivered outside.
Bo Shuo first counted from the bottom.
More this time.
There are eight heads in one cage.
Bo Shuo was silent for a moment and complained, "Are their pigs wholesale?"
007: "It doesn't matter, this should be the pig you want to check tonight, just sign it."
The escort in protective clothing silently handed over paper and pen.
Yu Zhou and Meng Ran Nian did not answer, but subconsciously looked at Bo Shuo.
With several previous incidents, they have learned to make a qualified leg pendant.
Black Haired Youth didn't look at them. He glanced down at the White Paper handed to him, then picked up the pen and signed on it without hesitation.
Slaughterhouse Three, eight pigs.
White Paper was returned.
The escort nodded, then checked it carefully, and then put it into the folder in his hand.
"Thank you."
He thanked him in a low voice, then turned around and walked towards the slaughtering room without looking back.
While walking, a touch of red swayed slightly with the movement.
It's Work ID.
*
In the next time, inspections will be conducted every half hour.
We waited until dawn, but nothing unexpected happened.
Everyone is on guard against the warning light at the door of the slaughterhouse in case it suddenly changes to another color.
Fortunately, everyone survived until dawn.
As the clock reached seven o'clock, a familiar voice began to appear from outside the door.
"It's time to get off work."
Zhang Xiong, wearing security uniform, appeared at Slaughter Area, and knocked on the iron railing next to him with Iron Rod.
Intermittent footsteps came from the corridor.
The candidates who had been patrolling all night slowly walked out.
For candidates whose bodies have been strengthened many times, staying up all night is actually nothing.
But after being highly nervous for a long time, I suddenly felt relaxed, and I was always a little tired mentally.
Bo Shuo glanced at it casually and stopped paying attention.
But if he doesn't go up, someone will always come up.