Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, then nodded in acquiescence: "Yes."
"That shouldn't be a big problem...but you need to tell which color is red."
Wang Hao nodded, indicating that he understood.
He selected the red card from a large pile of cards.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief, took out the "Cleaning Team Leader's Manual" and handed it over.
[Code of Logistics Team Leader]
[This code is designed to protect the life safety of every cleaner and security guard, and also to protect yourself.]
[1. The number of cleaners in Qingtian Hospital remains at around 600-700. One cleaner is generally responsible for a cleaning area of ​​250-600 square meters. The number of security guards is around 600.]
[Record their attendance time every day, and each person's working time should not exceed 8 hours. If it exceeds this standard, they should be reminded that they should take a rest.]
[2. When recruiting new employees, try to select middle-aged people who are diligent, taciturn, whose intelligence is below average, and whose family background is relatively poor. They tend to have higher tolerance and will not ask too many questions. 】
[3. The identification of red is something that every cleaner and security guard should do. In the team leader’s office, there is a set of color cards with the color names written on the back. The color identification of these people must be checked every week.
People who cannot distinguish the color red need to go home and rest for 1-3 days. If they are still unable to distinguish, they will be fired directly and will not be hired again.】
[4. If the team leader cannot distinguish red, please resign and go home. 】
[This job pays well, but you don’t want to lose your life in vain, right? Follow the above rules and you can work safely.]
[The above are the basic rules for the leader of the cleaning team. Our hospital is the best hospital in the world. We are engaged in a proud profession. It is insignificant but crucial. Please be proud of our work.]
…
"Is that all?"
Wang Hao gently put down the card in his hand, feeling an indescribable smell brewing in his heart.
Could it be that the price of using the power of [The Moon of Illusion] is to make these cleaning workers color blind?
Although it's not impossible... In this crazy parallel world, everything is possible, but the price... shouldn't be that simple, right?
Or maybe the color red has something to do with the san value?
Wang Hao frowned and thought hard.
"Yes, that's all." The young man carefully observed Wang Hao's face, trying to get some information.
It's just a pity that as of now, he looks like he is in his fifties, and has a rather wealthy character, but nothing can be seen from his face.
Wang Hao asked again: "What was your last job? Can you tell me?"
"This... is not convenient to disclose." The young man said.
"Hey, thank you for your hard work." Seeing that he didn't want to say anything more, Wang Hao stopped forcing him and turned around to leave.
"This man should be from the local government? He may know something..."
Wang Hao recalled the little girl "Feng Ling" he had rescued, who belonged to an organization called the "Abnormal Foundation" and should be a local resistance force.
But the collapse of this world is a bit outrageous, and it is no longer clear what is true and what is false, and the official can only maintain a semblance of order.
There are many written rules, but they may not be completely correct, and they may even be completely different.
Most people just know what it is, but don't know why it is so. They just write some rules based on superficial phenomena.
Maybe, knowing only a little bit is a safer state.
While being respectful, you will not deliberately break the rules.
He even admired the human beings in this world for living fearfully under such extreme pressure.
…
After Wang Hao's figure disappeared completely, the young man made another phone call and reported the incident with a somewhat nervous expression...
"Yes, yes... the director of the archives office of Qingtian Hospital got crazy and suddenly came to investigate the rules and regulations of the cleaning team."
"I don't know... what exactly he wants to do."
"Who is he? Was he transferred from another place?" The young man's face changed slightly, "Can't find the dean's personal files and family files?"
"Okay, I understand... don't pursue it any further. Just leave it like this. Judging from his appearance, his mental state is normal... Sigh. He should want to do something."
The young man stood at the door dejectedly. In this world, there are many people who cannot find their personal files, many...
No one knows where they came from or what their purpose is.
Perhaps, they are the puppets of [Delusion], perhaps the product of some kind of delusion, or perhaps other unknown phenomena...
"Hospital, nothing will happen, right?" The man clenched his fists. This is the best hospital in the world that can treat almost all diseases!
…
Wang Hao continued to explore this strange hospital with a very high cure rate. He was on his way to the morgue in Building 3.
"There should be some clues in the closed morgue..."
Suddenly, I discovered that a tall man was blocking the way I had to pass.
This guy is wearing a security uniform and may be 2.5 meters tall. He is his other character - "Xu Zhijun"!
"No outsiders are allowed to enter here!!" Xu Zhijun said angrily.
I don't know why, but Wang Hao always feels that Xu Zhijun is a lot smarter.
In the last dungeon, Xu Zhijun spoke vaguely, but now he can actually speak complete dialogues, and his figure is not as fat as before.
"Am I an idler?" Wang Hao took out his official authority, pointed to the work permit on his chest, and spit out a series of questions, "How do you speak, what is your name? How long have you been working here?"
Although the official position of archives director is small, it still has a higher status than that of a security guard.
"This place... has been sealed off by the wall." Sure enough, Xu Zhijun's voice lowered, and he said somewhat flatteringly, "It's useless even if we pass."
A thick wall blocked the front.
The entire corridor was blocked by concrete!
"It's still a concrete wall, not a cement wall..."
Wang Hao knocked, and a line of text "You can't break this wall" popped up on the screen.
He was speechless secretly.
Concrete and cement walls are two different magnitudes.
Cement walls can be broken with a hammer, but it is really not easy for ordinary people to push concrete walls. They have to use a cutting machine.
Xu Zhijun explained again: "Didn't the dean order the morgue to be sealed? It's no longer needed anyway, and it saves on cleaning. This order has been in effect for several years."
"how long have you been here?"
"One year, two years, I can't remember." Xu Zhijun started chatting, but the nonsense started to increase. He even winked a little to please, "It is said that the freezer inside was broken and the body stinked! The hospital paid a lot of money!
It is no longer allowed to be used in the future. You said that the freezer is in good condition, why is it broken?"
Wang Hao laughed dryly: "People are born, old, sick and die, and things will break."
"That's true, Qingtian Hospital has existed for a long time. Our Building 3 was built more than 40 years ago. At that time, it was still the tallest building in the city."
Xu Zhijun seemed to be very familiar with this place, which made Wang Hao feel very excited.
This guy is obviously from Earth, and he went to work as a security guard in this damn place, yet he actually looks like he's familiar with it.
Chen Xinyi, who had always been cheerful and generous, turned into a dementia; and Xu Zhijun, who was stupid, turned into a talkative person!
I pushed the wall hard twice, but it didn't budge.
A 300-point physique, even if it is the peak of human beings, is just that. If you want to punch through a wall, you can only do it in a dream.
"Don't bother, Director, please leave immediately."
"Okay." Wang Hao found that Xu Zhijun also had a piece of paper hidden in his trouser pocket, with a few big words written on it: [Qingtian Hospital, cures all diseases!]
What does this mean?
After wandering around for several times, there is only one road leading to the morgue, which is equivalent to the door being blocked by a wall.
"What should I do?"
Wang Hao frowned and thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with any good ideas.
To be continued...