Absurd deduction game

"Hey, it really hurts." Carlos covered his small wall and suddenly lost his balance. His hand hit the wall on the side. The surveillance camera seemed to notice something abnormal here and immediately turned to him.

Taking advantage of the fact that the surveillance system could only be viewed from one side, he hooked the little finger of the hand holding the wall and drew out a paper figure from his sleeve.

The paper man fluttered to the ground and landed on the shadow. He immediately got up and clung to the wall, showing a sense of crisis.

Carlos sighed, covered his arms and continued to move forward, staggering a little, causing the surveillance cameras to follow him all the way.

The paper man that he secretly released returned to the hall where he came from, eating melon against the crack in the door.

Only the last few people were doing the testing. The strange thing was that after him, the remaining people finished testing and went directly to the normal lounge.

It was as if several seats in the lounge were suddenly vacant.

Carlos noticed something was wrong and frowned.

But under surveillance, he still walked firmly deeper into the corridor.

The corridor is not very deep, and after going through several turns to maximize the use of space, a brown-red wooden door appeared in front of it.

There was a faint voice behind the door, and the tone was quite calm. Xiaoyao was also among them, and her laughter could be heard through the door.

Carlos knocked on the door politely without any emotion, then opened the door and looked up.

There were a total of thirteen people in this lounge including himself.

Some of them he knew, having seen them in the entertainment hall and during daily work, while others were new faces, perhaps new here or perhaps not good at sociability.

They sat in twos and threes on the sofa and armchairs, enjoying the short-term peace after the pain.

The first person to come in had scabs on the wound on his arm, so he did not protect it carefully, but laughed and said, "You deserve it when you told me a joke to make me laugh. Now I have to tell a joke too. You deserve it." Be careful not to open the wound."

Carlos pushed the door open, causing the joke to be shelved before he could say it.

"Aluo!" Xiaoyao stood up from the sofa holding her arms, "It's over, do you still feel pain?"

"Fortunately, in the end the knife passed and everything was fine." Carlos shook his head and signaled Xiaoyao not to worry about him, then he occupied a corner of the empty sofa and asked strangely, "Why don't you guys leave?"

There are a total of thirteen people here, and their wounds have different degrees of condensation. Obviously, the ones who came in first did not leave.

"I can't leave even if I want to. Otherwise, this lounge is a spare and that one was opened because we couldn't fit it in." Someone shrugged, "This lounge is one-way and has no connection to the outside world. If we want to go through the passage, we have to go back and go through the living room."

They obviously didn't dare to take the initiative to return to the living room after being asked to leave, so what else could they do? Just wait.

Carlos understood.

The people in this room are quite Buddhist, and they are not anxious about being trapped here. All they want to do is wait for all the tests to be completed before they can go out together.

He pretended to be asleep and used his consciousness to control the paper man he had just released.

His field of vision was immediately lengthened, and vision revived in the paper man's eyes.

He saw that the last person also went to the lounge. The four people in charge of the test stood up and reported the data to the recorder who was standing aside and preparing to record it.

The recorder adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, scanned the recorded data, and sneered.

The smile that flashed across that pretty face really didn't look like a good person.

After the confirmation was completed, the recorder reconnected his microphone to the speaker and calmly announced: "The testing is over this week - no one is infected. Thank you all for your cooperation."

This sound not only resounded in the hall, but also resounded directly throughout the entire base complex.

Many uneasy survivors suddenly relaxed. Although this seemed to mean that they had been stabbed in vain, it was better than being infected in a large area in the base.

There is no truth that is too good to be true.

Carlos didn't think so.

He controlled the little paper man, hid himself in the dark, and listened to the conversation between the recorder and the detector.

The next second, he heard a strange news.

The recorder turned off the microphone and whispered: "Watch those people, I will report to the superior."

As he said this, he wanted to turn around, but the metal door behind him opened first.

"How are the test results?" An indifferent female voice came out of the hall.

A young woman in a suit walked out from behind the metal door. Compared to the others, this woman was too delicate. She had broad shoulders and a thin waist. She was wearing a women's shirt and a black suit jacket draped over her shoulders. She was full of aura. powerful.

She did not wear high heels, but a pair of leather shoes with cuffs. Her long legs under the trousers were straight and long. The woman's hair reached her waist, slightly curly, and her lips were smeared with bright red lipstick. She was beautiful and dangerous at the same time. .

On the left and right sides of the woman were three people also wearing suits. Those people were one step behind her, showing their attitude of submission.

Carlos suddenly became interested.

He knew who this woman was. She was the current manager of Base 51. Everyone called her sir.

Every new survivor who joins the base must first meet with the commander. He still remembers the day he chose the line of the base. When the patrol car arrived at the base, after a rough wash and inspection, he joined the other batch of survivors. The survivors were taken to the woman's office.

The woman looked at them at that time, raised her lips, and said warmly: "Thank you for your hard work. It will not be easy to survive in the apocalypse. The danger in the city is too high. Welcome to the base. From now on, the base will be your home. Please Get along with."

The gentleness she had at that time was completely different from the one she appeared in the hall now. Her face now only had indifference and a hint of the majesty of a manager.

The recorder walked up to the woman, bowed with great respect and said, "Sir, find out thirteen infected people."

The little paper man was stunned for a moment in the corner. It was both an accident and a confirmation of some kind of conjecture, which was reasonable.

Don't the thirteen infected people exactly correspond to the thirteen people who were called to another lounge alone?

He had already guessed this scene when he discovered that there was no way out of the lounge.

It's not because the normally open lounges are full, but because they themselves need extra supervision.

The only thing that made him less sure was why he was judged to be infected?

You must know that his ability is not related to ghosts. Yu Xing left before the test. When he left, he felt relaxed all over.

What exactly are the infection criteria?

Carlos used his brain and was not in a hurry. In fact, he had always been very calm. Now he wanted to see what the female officer's attitude was like.

After hearing the record officer's report, the female officer waved her hand disapprovingly: "Okay, take it down and deal with it."

"Sir, were the infected people with water ghost abilities also mixed in and disposed of?" the recording officer asked.

"Oh, what are you thinking about? Those thirteen trash are just people who have just been polluted. The real 'water ghost'... has been hidden." The woman looked around gently, waving her hands without interest, " You don’t have to worry about this matter, I’ll handle it, and let’s end it today.”