Chapter 470 Female Reporter: I Can't Scare the Snake
At that moment, a chill suddenly came over my heart!
The female reporter kept her posture of flipping through the documents without moving. She stared at the words "Mission Completed". After being stiff for a long while, she slowly turned her head as if a machine was stuck.
A few meters away, next to the first bookshelf near the desk, the female social worker took a novel and was reading it intently.
She didn't stare at the girl for long, and looked away almost instantly, but her heart was already beating wildly uncontrollably.
The executor of side task three is a female social worker. Originally, it was very strange that the other party broke away from the rules of [Picture on the Wall] without completing the task.
If there was an explanation before, why is the mission completed inexplicably now?
More importantly, the female social worker had no reaction at all!
In this case, there is only one last reason left. This female social worker has no idea about their mission situation!
She is not the original female social worker at all!
After realizing this fact, the female reporter's body trembled, as if she felt a dense needle-pricking sensation. Goosebumps arose all over her body, and her scalp was numb from fear!
The female social worker is not a social worker, then who is she?
And in this weird orphanage, besides the six and a half people who came in from the outside, are there anyone else?
Are those who exist really human beings?
The female reporter was thinking about these things in confusion, and her whole body was a little confused.
Because whenever she thinks that the person following her is not the original person after confusing her vision, an unknown fear will surge into her heart uncontrollably.
She even thought of the illusion she saw when she was deceived by Lina in the corridor.
Maybe that twisted monster is the true face of the female social worker?
Or maybe, she really hasn't left the rules she fell into at the beginning, and is just in a new rule space now.
Maybe the things she sees and touches now are actually fake.
There are many, many possibilities.
But there is only one life.
After thinking about her life, the female reporter's active thinking suddenly calmed down a lot. She glanced at the girl not far away again calmly, feeling that she could not alert the enemy.
At least so far, this thing doesn't seem to have touched her.
So she has to figure out what happened.
So the female reporter thought about it carefully and said casually: "By the way, what are the details of what you made before?"
As soon as the words fell, the scene fell silent.
Like a pebble dropped into a pool of water, only insignificant ripples were made. The pebble finally sank quietly to the bottom of the bottomless pool, shrouded in a thick darkness.
The oppressive and suffocating atmosphere began to spread.
The female social worker who was reading next to the bookshelf stopped turning pages, looked up, and faced her.
The girl still had an innocent smile on her face, her figure was outlined by the moonlight, and her black eyes were staring straight at her.
The archives room was quiet except for the increasingly intense beating of the heart.
Bang, bang, bang...the heartbeat is thundering!
The female reporter's fingers gripping the folder tightened slightly, her expression gradually became stiff, her eyelashes trembled and she lowered her eyes.
She seems...
Reckless again.
…
Yes.
Originally, they were reading books and checking information. Why would a normal person bring up a topic that has long passed without any warning?
Unless there is a new change in the topic, it is like a domino chain reaction, so that the person who raises the issue again discovers something is wrong.
For example, a companion who she thinks has the same goal is not who she thinks she is.
For example, she had actually clearly seen the abnormality and was prepared to deal with it.
And that question is just an introduction.
The female social worker closed the book and raised a gentle smile to the female reporter next to the last row of bookshelves across the five rows of bookshelves.
Then he stuffed the book back into the bookshelf and walked over.
As soon as she moved, the female reporter's hair stood up in shock, and she subconsciously blocked the folder in front of her.
"you…!"
Whoosh!
As soon as the female reporter yelled a word, she was silenced by the girl who suddenly attacked her.
The conditioned dodge action caused her back to suddenly hit the bookshelf behind her. The books shook slightly, and her whole body was shackled in front of the bookshelf by the girl who immediately clung to her. The two of them were very close.
The female social worker raised a finger to her and smiled softly: "Three, don't shout or chase in the file room, please stay quiet~"
Her voice was very small, with a suppressed exhalation sound gently ringing in her ears, and the breath lingering in front of her face was actually warm.
It's not that cool and weird feeling of coldness.
"Why is your heart beating so fast?"
Suddenly, the girl's fingers slid down her collarbone, and her fingers spread out and pressed on her chest, her tone full of innocent doubts.
In a daze, the female reporter had an illusion that this soft white hand would pierce her flesh and blood the next moment, and then take out the bloody heart inside.
Female reporter: "!
!”
The female reporter, who had just felt relieved for no apparent reason, suddenly shuddered and immediately grabbed the hand in front of her.
But her left hand was holding the folder, and her right hand was shackled to the wall by the girl's hand. Therefore, after her left hand moved, the thick folder containing the papers fell to the ground with a clatter.
Crash--
The pages of the book turned with inertia, and finally stopped on the title page, fluttering gently.
"Why are you so nervous?"
The female social worker glanced at her with a smile, then bent down to pick up the folder that fell on the floor.
When she stood up, her right hand had been released.
The female reporter hurried back to the large printer as if she were avoiding a savage beast. She held a translucent marble between her fingers and stared at her seriously and vigilantly.
"Who are you? What's the purpose of approaching me?" the female reporter asked sternly with a cold face.
However, she was indeed reminded just now, so the volume was kept very low, and the sound turned into a rustling in the silent archives room.
The female social worker raised her hand and stuffed the folder into the bookshelf. At the same time, she looked towards where she was. Suddenly, she tilted her head.
Her action made the female reporter freeze.
Because, the other party's gaze seemed to be looking behind her, and the focused pupils seemed to have discovered something, showing an interesting expression.
What...what the hell?
Could it be that something strange appeared behind her?
"Shh..."
When she was panicking, the female social worker smiled and stretched out her finger to signal her to be quiet, and then whispered: "Sister, please move slowly and leave over there. Don't run into her."
The female reporter suddenly became even more panicked!
She wanted to look back, but she was wary of the social worker in front of her. But if she didn't look back, she wouldn't be able to understand what was happening behind her.
I don't even know if this was a deliberately confusing behavior by the social worker, just to distract her attention.
The female reporter's mind was disturbed again. Her expression changed uncertainly, but she moved her steps slightly involuntarily.
"Come out a little more," the female social worker signaled.
"..." The female reporter moved forward again, her eyes always remaining on the social worker.
"Well, don't look back, lest you alert others, let's leave here first." The female social worker nodded in approval, then turned around and walked out first.
How dare she turn her back to her...
Is it because you are confident that you can’t handle it?
The female reporter was stunned. She took a step forward, but then paused.
That’s not right!
Why should she follow me obediently?
Also, what exactly is behind her?
After the feeling of resistance against abnormal things rushed into her heart, followed by curiosity, the female reporter stood there and frowned.
She can't just be led by the other party!
At least you have to know if there is really something behind you, instead of just believing whatever you say in a silly and weird way. After all, the female social worker in front of you is a fake!
Thinking of this, the female reporter turned her head slightly and planned to take a quick glance at the printer.
However, as soon as she turned her head, she looked directly into a pair of scarlet eyes.
