The reason why trouble is called trouble is because it is trivial and difficult to deal with.

"Uh-huh, what next?"

"Then..." The sick man coughed twice more, and a cup of hot water was pushed to his hand at the right time. The calm attitude of the person opposite made the man a little frightened, "I don't need..."

"Let's talk first." The cloaked man looked at the time and said, "There is still plenty of time. You can be more detailed."

They have reserved a whole morning and need to go elsewhere in the afternoon.

It didn't take long to cast the spell during the lecture. The main reason was that he was lucky and the spell was successful in one go.

The sick man glanced secretly at the other side, stretched out his hand and drank the hot water.

With a wet throat, the man's voice became smoother, and he stuttered about what happened in the company last night.

The white "cobweb" appeared inexplicably and the "slender ghost" standing beside his bed.

The cloaked man listened, but didn't take it seriously.

Supernatural powers are everywhere in this world. This building is so tall, it’s not surprising that there are several of them.

The threat of supernatural beings to people with some means is zero, but it is not a small threat to ordinary people.

Most of the human beings in the world are ordinary people.

The man in the white spider web cloak couldn't tell what it was, maybe it was an ordinary gadget, and the lanky ghost... The man in front of him was not within the opponent's hunting range. The man in the cloak was more likely that the thing had nothing to do with the lanky ghost.

"You mean, that white figure has...an eye?"

"Yes, yes." The sick man shivered, "He is looking at me with those eyes."

After hearing this, the cloaked man looked at the sick man through the cloth with his eyes hidden under his hood, and then he glanced aside.

There was no communication, but the handsome young man understood what his companion wanted to express.

If you are being targeted by a supernatural being, it means that there is something about the person in front of you that the supernatural being is interested in.

As an employee of a subordinate company, the sick man can help look after him appropriately——

The handsome young man's crow-grey eyes suddenly stopped moving, and his hands on the table were loosened. He stood up halfway, and the hand under his cloak suddenly stretched out and grabbed the sick man's arm.
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The latter was startled because the handsome young man moved very fast. In the blink of an eye, his arm fell into the opponent's shackles, and the shackles were very powerful.

The handsome young man looked closer and almost put his face against the sick man's.

Facing such a face that could be said to be indignant to both humans and gods, the sick man fell into a state of dizziness, his eyes were dazed, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"There's something wrong with him." The handsome young man quickly sat back down and thought, "His soul will dance with the sickle."

"...speak human language."

"He is heading towards death."

It is difficult for the cloaked man to evaluate how he feels when his colleague is a mixed race, but in terms of daily interactions, he occasionally encounters the Riddler's state.

In short, he speaks in a fancy way, and occasionally comes up with a few translation accents.

The cloaked man glanced to the left: "Medicine?"

The handsome young man shook his head: "ultism."

The man in the cloak, who is a purebred Chinese with average education, and went to work in the great propaganda industry after completing compulsory education, heard the English words, and his mind turned for a moment.

Oh, the occult.

The answer from a non-medical perspective is as expected. If the death is really due to pathological reasons, generally speaking, it will not attract supernatural phenomena.

But to the extent that the handsome young man could call it "something wrong"... the cloaked man thought for a moment and decided to ask directly to avoid the condition of his companion, the Riddler.

"Tricky?"

"It's a bit. You can't solve it just by looking at people. You may have to solve it from the source." The handsome young man said slowly, "I want it."

After saying that, the handsome young man's gray eyes looked at the cloaked man with longing, and the latter responded with a series of ellipses.

The long-term partnership allowed him to understand what the handsome young man wanted to express.

I want to bring the sick man back, and I also want to be the source of the sick man's condition.

Maybe it's for research, but the cloaked man is actually not interested in what will happen next.

Now all the cloaked man can do is wave his hand to let the sick man out, and ask the man in suit outside to take him to their car and wait until they finish their morning business, and then take the sick man away together.

As for the white cobwebs and elongated ghosts mentioned by the sick man, in order to gain something else today, they went back to the building to take a look before leaving.

The sick man didn't know what was waiting for him. He only knew that the two superiors in front of him said they would solve his problem.

Upon hearing that he would no longer be stared at by the "Slender Ghost", the sick man felt grateful and followed the man in suit outside the door.

"Okay, next is——"

The man in the cloak clapped his hands and signaled the man in the suit to quickly notify the people in the company and bring in the next listeners.

After finishing their work early, they had other things to do in the afternoon, not to mention that his companion found a new thing to play——

Shh.

……

Bai Su played with the books in his hands.

His illusion is limited to the men in cloaks and suits, and other people are not within the scope of Bai Su's disguise.

He relaxed his posture and held the pages of the book hanging down.

If he hadn't considered that having humans around him would be too much of a hindrance, he would have put down his burden and ignored the occasion.

Human beings, this is human society, and they have human identity.

The black-haired young man was thinking in his mind.

Humans don’t taste good, and it’s troublesome to explain why so many people died.

So now he is just sitting, waiting for someone to take him into the small room before doing anything.

Bai Su also smiled kindly at the delicate woman, but for some reason, the human suddenly took a step back upon receiving his smile, and didn't even respond to the shouts of the man in suits who came behind him.

After being shouted at several times, the delicate woman turned pale and summoned the young man to stand here for her while she quickly walked out of the door.

"Huh..." The delicate woman let out a long sigh of relief, but the strange feeling that followed made her frown.

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The black-haired young man gave her completely different senses yesterday than today, as if something had been liberated.

The delicate woman originally wanted to take the opportunity to ask if the torn page was done by the other party, but now she can only keep the words rotten in her stomach.

At most, at most, I can hide it from the people above and pretend that the book has not been damaged.

The delicate woman obeyed her heart and stayed away from the conference room. She stood outside the door and sighed again. She was about to go to the red room to take a look and passed a trash can in the corridor on the way.

The pretty woman had already walked past, but she caught a glimpse of something and fell back again.

The trash can was filled with paper, and the fine scraps of waste paper fell on it to form a thin layer, but the scraps of paper were so shredded that they revealed the incompletely covered colored paper underneath.

The delicate woman's thoughts moved. She ignored the dirt and mess of the trash can and squatted there and stretched out her hand.

I swept the paper scraps with my fingertips, and after the cover was removed, the colorful promotional paper thrown underneath was exposed to the light. If I looked at the corners, I could still see scratches that were not very careless.

However, the delicate woman looked around blankly.

This is a corridor leading to the red room, which is in the opposite direction to the lounge... Even if it is in the same corridor, it is absolutely impossible.

She confirmed that this trash can should have been emptied after her colleagues left last night.

In other words, the garbage inside was put away this morning... or after midnight.

Is her guess wrong?

The confusion on the face of the delicate woman continues.

Yesterday, she thought it was the black-haired young man who tore up the book. He was the only one who had access to the book. But today, when she saw it, her inference seemed to have been overturned.

Because the black-haired young man didn't go anywhere after he was brought up from downstairs, he only stayed in the conference room.

For the time being, she thought Bai Su was a human being, but the handsome woman with ferocious eyes did not think much about it. Instead, several conjectures about last night came to her mind.

Pretty woman: Dirty...why do you want to tear up their company's brochure?

Human beings whose brain circuits had turned another corner gradually deviated from the truth of the matter, and the book tearer who was wanted to do something dirty sneezed.

Bai Su covered the tip of his nose.

He has somewhat figured out the pattern of sneezing. Generally, in this case, someone is talking bad about him.

Thinking this, Bai Su choked again.

The book that I picked up casually has been thrown to the ground. It was originally used to hold the red arc-shaped piece of paper, but now it has no use except for show.

After coughing twice more, Bai Su realized that the humans around him were silent.

The curly-haired young man who usually chirped at the slightest sign of trouble was sitting there silently, as if in a daze.
To be continued...