Campfire Shelter

The room is not very big, and is similar to the usual layout for job interviews. In front of the subject's seat, there are seven tables and chairs, and there are people sitting on each of them. There are men and women. They are generally over thirty years old. The oldest one is already A head of white hair and a face full of vicissitudes of life.

When Colin sat down, the old man with white hair and a vicissitudes of life spoke:

"Mr. Colin, shall we start the assessment now?"

"Okay." Colin nodded, crossed his legs habitually, and looked at the "old man" in front of him.

Except for some files, there is nothing on the desktop that identifies the other party's identity or name.

In addition, his rich experience allowed him to know that this was a "fate pusher". In other words, even though the other person looked old, his actual age was probably two years younger than Duo Jin, who looked like a middle-aged and elderly person.

"Crack."

"Old Man" picked up a stack of documents, knocked the edge on the table and made a crisp sound, and then asked with a serious face:

"What do you think about salted tofu?"

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Perfunctory is not so perfunctory. Colin was speechless in his heart, but on the surface he pursed his lips and groaned, as if he had thought deeply before saying:

"I don't know, I usually drink sweet drinks."

"Yea, very good."

The "white-haired old man" nodded seriously, picked up a pen and wrote on the paper in front of him: "A calm personality, well-founded in advancing and retreating. He does not panic when faced with difficult problems. He does not rush to give immature answers, but gives them after careful consideration." The answer is that he has strong decision-making ability and can quickly make correct decisions in complex situations. He is the highest-level person I have ever seen in my life.'

While he was writing these things with a serious face, another assessor spoke:

"If an old man fell down on the roadside and waved to you for help, would you save him?"

"The conditions are too few, so I won't answer." Colin said casually.

"Are you sure that's the answer?"

"Yes."

Hearing this, the assessor nodded seriously, looked at him with a look of relief on the surface, and then began to write:

'In the face of things that are considered unreasonable, he dares to question, dare to challenge authority, dare to pursue the truth, has a strong will and a high degree of consciousness, and his character has already led and surpassed the top level of the current era.'

At the same time, another person said seriously:

“If you had money, would you give money to ordinary people?”

"No, it's better to teach people how to fish than to teach them how to fish. I will teach them how to fish and receive a certain proportion of the reward."

"good!"

Almost half an hour later, the examiners stood up one after another, sorted out the documents, showed smiles, clapped their hands and said congratulations.

"Congratulations, you are welcome to pass the written examination with an unprecedented high score!"

"Yes, yes, it is my honor to interview such an outstanding young man like you!"

"I rate you perfectly, boy, do a good job!"

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‘Although I know it’s just for show,’

Listening to these words, even Colin, who had always heard too much flattery, couldn't help but feel a little hot on his cheeks.

It feels like being caught through the back door and being publicly tortured.

'According to Duo Jin, extremely high evaluations that rarely occur will increase the possibility of attracting the attention of the 'book of numerology'. However, it doesn't matter if it is normal, I can still get by.'

Colin grunted inwardly.

"Okay, let's hand in the documents first. Mr. Colin, please stay here for a while."

After the "white-haired old man" finished speaking, he took the documents and six other people and left the office one by one.

That was about ten minutes after they left.

The office suddenly became silent.

All sounds seemed to be isolated from the outside at this moment.

'coming! ’

Colin's heart trembled.

Perhaps it was because the relevant documents were entered and "uploaded", and then, something inexplicable seemed to cast a curious gaze towards this place.

It seems strange that someone could receive such high praise.

That is at this moment,

Colin's senses were suddenly confused. He seemed to see a book with his tongue, smell the book with his ears, and feel the texture of a book with his nose.

His cognition is distorted!

"Wow!"

Hot fire ignited from his body, and part of Colin's disordered senses were forcibly restored.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that the surrounding scene had been extremely distorted.

And in this distortion, the light emitted by the flame reflected the outline of a book

However, when Colin saw it, the book opened from the middle and swallowed it towards him like a big mouth, leaving almost no room for resistance.

‘Damn it, you’ve got a lot of money and you’re telling me not to resist, but I can’t resist at all! ’

After the last thought, all consciousness sank into darkness.

At the same time, within a radius of several kilometers, all staff working near the park, including Duo Jin who had just walked not far away, heard the sound of books slamming shut, either clearly or vaguely.

"It seems that the success has attracted attention." Duo Jin stopped and muttered to himself.

As one of the high-ranking personnel of "Pushing Life", he knew exactly what that sound meant.

We also know that Colin will enter the holy place in the hearts of all "Tui Ming" and know the deepest secrets that even his eighth-level personnel does not know.

"Oh, it was obviously me first."

He said, half joking, half sighing.

Then, turn around and continue walking towards the area that will become the battlefield.

I don't know how long it took, but when Colin came back to his senses, he discovered that although the surroundings were still dark, it was no longer textureless.

"What was that book just now? 'The Book of Numerology'? Was I swallowed by it?"

Colin was puzzled, but he didn't want to think too much. He looked around and could clearly "observe" that there were a lot of weird things surrounding him.

These things felt like they were about to overwhelm him and make him feel lost.

Immediately, he instinctively lit up the flames with a roar again, cutting off the suffocating feeling that overwhelmed him.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that those strange things were actually black threads that were trembling and wriggling. Some were thicker, like wireworms, and some were thinner, like hair.

"What the hell is going on?" Colin stood there and frowned.

But at this moment, words suddenly came to my ears: "It's surprising that the 'bonfire' can be lit here, but it also makes it easier for me to find you."

"Mr. Wu?" Colin said in surprise.

But no one was seen around?

"Well, I saw you through my ability. Don't worry, control your consciousness and move forward. Before things really start, I probably still have some time and energy to show you the way."

"Well, thank you." Colin nodded.

But after saying that, Mr. Wu suddenly said in a confused voice: "Be careful. Although your ability will not cause trouble here, in order to prevent accidents, I will give you a flaw, take advantage of it."

"Ah?" Colin was a little puzzled. He was about to say "What's the flaw", but he choked back the second half of the sentence due to an inspiration.

Then, he heard Mr. Wu say: "There is no danger here, but of course, if you can, you'd better put away the 'bonfire', otherwise you may accidentally burn the 'destiny' of ordinary people. "

"Thanks for reminding me, I will control the fire."

Colin nodded, and then he saw an invisible "person" in front of him.

His thoughts drive himself and move forward together.

After walking through the ocean woven with countless "numerology threads" for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly smelled a faint but unignorable smell of corpses.

It's strange that even a campfire can't cover up the stench!

At this time, Mr. Wu's hearty and gentle voice sounded again: "Haha, this smell is directly input to your perception in some way, so it cannot be avoided.

"For example, if I write a sentence on a piece of paper, 'You smell a smell,' then you will smell it, and you can't avoid it by normal means.

"However, if you disperse the bonfire now, the corpse odor may be 'modified' into a scent."

Is this also considered a "book of numerology" method? Is it so magical? But under the bonfire, his true appearance was revealed. Colin couldn't help but mutter in his heart, and then after hearing Mr. Wu's last words, he shook his head:

"That's not necessary."

He had a vague feeling that there might be something wrong with this "Old Mr. Wu".

However, when Colin felt that the other party had a problem, he didn't know why he couldn't be wary.

However, while chatting and going deeper, the surrounding "thread of fate" gradually disappeared, and as the flames illuminated it, Colin saw a community in darkness.

The community looks very old, as if it was built in the last century, and the white tiles have fallen off a lot.

Although it is eerie, it makes people feel warm inexplicably.

“Do you know where the ‘Book of Numerology Fragment’ comes from?”

"Hearing" what the other party said, Colin's eyes suddenly changed slightly, as if he noticed something, but then he concealed himself as if he hadn't noticed anything, and decisively hid this discovery as "inspiration".

He had a hunch that what he saw would become key information for a while.

Then, Colin's face showed curiosity, and he said in puzzlement like he was trying to gain knowledge about prostitution for free: "I don't know, do you have any explanation?"

To be honest, he used this thing a lot in the early days, but generally doesn't use it much now.

We will just give more points to some employees. After seven days, they can use these points to do all the things they know.

"Haha, did you see the oil stain on the ground?"

"Yes." Colin nodded, and then if he felt something, he heard the other party's explanation.

"This is corpse oil, and it is also the origin of the 'Book of Numerology Fragments'. These corpse oils will flow into a certain abnormal area in the real world in a special way. We call it 'Area No. 1'." Because it is the first place where anomalies appear.”

"After collecting the corpse oil, when making paper, add it to the wood pulp in proportion to get the 'Book of Numerology Fragment'. However, ordinary people who use this kind of paper will absorb the corpse oil due to trace penetration after using it for a long time. By using the effective ingredients in it, you have the opportunity to become the most basic 'fate teller', and then rely on experiencing events to get close to the root of the 'book of numerology'."

Hiss, there is such a secret to "promoting life". Speaking of which, when I saw the official "Book of Numerology" fragments before, it did smell like it, but I didn't expect it to be corpse oil. Colin clicked his tongue.

But he has no resistance to corpse oil. After all, he often uses "corpse oil" products.

As long as there is no smell after treatment.

"Okay, I won't say anything more. Just keep walking along the place where the corpse oil flows. Of course, the 'bonfire' may accidentally light it. If possible, it's best to put it out. Don't worry about not being able to see it. "

"It's okay, I will control it."

He didn't know why for a while, but Colin felt that he was extremely resistant to putting out fires in his heart.

As if this is his untouchable bottom line.

After that, he took steps and walked towards the direction of the community.

Three to five minutes later, in one of the buildings in the darkened community, he actually saw a bright window on the thirteenth floor. A dim and warm light shone from it, which looked extremely strange in the darkness.

The grease on the ground, which exuded an increasingly strong corpse smell, flowed out from behind the open door on the first floor of the building.

Colin followed all the way in.

I saw corpse oil flowing down from the emergency passage next to the elevator door.

He looked at it and continued walking inside.

In the small and cramped corridor, the smell of corpses was extremely strong.

At this time, the voice of "Old Mr. Wu" continued to appear, just like a good friend: "It will be very tiring to walk up the stairs. In fact, if you don't use the 'flame', you can take the elevator, which is more convenient."

"I usually don't exercise much, so it would be good to take a few more steps." Colin still didn't agree.

After walking up the stairs dripping with corpse oil for only a few steps, he felt an extremely strong sense of fatigue. After walking only two steps, he became out of breath and couldn't stand up because of his tiredness.

However, we have just reached the eighth floor.

"I'm pretty tired, how about an elevator?" "Mr. Wu" suggested.

Colin shook his head and continued upward.

Finally, after walking the thirteenth floor, he sat down tiredly on the edge of the steps. His mouth was dry and he was extremely tired.

"How could I be so weak?" Colin gasped for air with confusion in his eyes.

"You don't usually exercise, but you do a lot of exercise all at once." "Old Mr. Wu" said from the side: "If you dissipate the flames on your body, you can save a lot of energy."

"No, no, no."

Colin took a deep breath, put his hands on his knees, stood up forcefully, and walked out of the emergency corridor.

Outside the door, there was only a corridor, and at the end of the corridor there was an open door.

When he arrived here, Colin looked behind the door and found that it looked like a large flat floor. The decoration was very luxurious and in a solid wood style, which was very different from the old appearance of the community.

On the ground, there are a lot of things scattered among them, some books, some documents and so on.

However, compared to these, what really concerns Colin is...

In the crack of the door of one of the rooms that was slightly open, one could see a dim yellow light shining quietly, and the sound of a pen scratching across the paper, as if someone was writing furiously in it.

"Is there anyone?!"

For a moment, Colin became nervous.

But after a while, he still chose to go inside and pushed open the door——

Although he didn't know why, he felt that this was the purpose of coming here.

"It is very impolite to use a flame to enter someone else's room. Look at the many documents on the floor. What if they are burned? It is better to put out the fire before going in. It would be bad if the old community burned down. There may not be water in the fire hydrant.”

"It seems... too"

Colin had a strong desire to dissipate the flames from his body, because everything was reasonable.

However, another emotion is resisting this emotion!

That is, when he was in a "dilemma", an "inspiration" suddenly flashed in Colin's mind. He suddenly realized something and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it to the side.

From the void, an invisible "person" was grabbed.

Then the flames stirred up, igniting it instantly and burning it to the ground

Finally, my ears were quiet.

The urge to put out the fire was gone too.

"I almost got hurt." Colin's eyes suddenly cleared up, he felt the wetness on his back, and found that he had been broken into a cold sweat.

If he hadn't discovered a flaw before, he might really have some problems this time.

As for the content of the "flaw", it was during the conversation that he suddenly noticed that when the other party verbally said the fragment of the "book of numerology", it was actually "the fragment of the book of numerology" instead of "the fragment of the book of numerology" .

This made him realize that he was not hearing anything but seeing what the other person was "saying" on his retina.

And using this "flaw" as your mouth, you can immediately detect other things that are wrong!

"Fuck, speaking of it, I shouldn't say I did less exercise when I just went upstairs. I should say I got more exercise. You can climb as much as you want, otherwise I wouldn't be so tired now."

The strong inspiration made Colin realize that the reason why he was so tired now was because others "affirmed" his words.

To put it bluntly, that "Old Mr. Wu" who didn't know what he was doing arranged it for him directly, and then he really didn't exercise enough.

So much so that even a being that could stand up to a Level 1 containment object would almost die from exhaustion just climbing the stairs.

"But speaking of which, thank you Mr. Wu for your help, otherwise something would definitely happen."

Colin let out a breath.

Then, after cleaning up the "Old Mr. Wu" who didn't know if it was related to the "Book of Numerology", he turned his eyes and looked at the slightly open bedroom door where a large number of documents and books were scattered on the floor.

The sound of "ta-da--" was heard from time to time, and the people in the bedroom didn't seem to notice anything peeping outside the door.

Colin's attention dropped slightly and he noticed.

At the bottom of the doorway, there was thick, foul-smelling corpse oil flowing out bit by bit.

This time he was sure that behind this door, there might be something that "Ms. Rabbit" and everyone else care about.

As long as he opens the door, the truest appearance of the world will be revealed in front of him, and the peace of the past may disappear.

For a time, he even had the idea of ​​"retreating."

"No, I can't hesitate anymore. I feel like I'm being affected again."

As thoughts flashed, Colin stepped into it.

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