The doomsday boss comes from a mental hospital!

At the same time, the floor sign on the first floor was placed.

Meng Busan sat on the iron railing, just avoiding the half-submerged water.

He swayed his legs and looked at the man in a white coat with short curly gray hair with a smile on his face.

The man jumped onto the roof of the half-submerged iron box in the corridor, and glanced at the worn tasks on the wall.

He squatted down, reached out his hand into the water, and wanted to open the door next to the iron box.

Meng Busan smiled and asked, "Brother, what's your name?"

The man raised his head and chuckled, "Me? My name is Tang Ci."

Meng Busan said "Oh", "What are you doing?"

Tang Ci glanced at him with a half-smile, "I'm opening the door to see if there is anything I need inside."

Meng Busan pouted, "It's all soaked up, I think we might as well go upstairs and look for it."

Tang Ci: "Well, what you said makes sense."

"By the way, you came earlier than me, do you know what the mission here is?"

Tang Ci reached out and knocked on the wall.

The task was originally written there, but now it is all soaked in water, leaving only faint scratches, and it is impossible to see what was originally written.

Meng Busan shook his head and said innocently: "I don't know!"

Tang Ci laughed lowly, "That's it!"

Meng Busan covered his mouth and coughed again in a low voice.

"That...brother, I'm not in good health in reality, can you carry me on your back, how about the two of us going up together?"

Tang Ci put her fingers to her lips and smiled slightly.

He bent his knees and jumped from the top of the iron cabinet in the water to the steps beside him.

The leather shoes stepped on the steps, making a crisp sound.

He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his white coat, with a smile in his eyes behind the glasses, "Yes."

Meng Busan raised his head and smiled, and opened his arms.

……

Under the signboard on the third floor.

Meng Busan and Tang Ci on the seventh floor have already written tasks to the third floor.

Tang Ci squatted aside and wrote.

Meng Busan was leaning against the iron railing beside him, with a chainsaw at his feet.

"Boom-"

He felt the railing under his arm vibrate suddenly, and a dull sound came from below.

He poked his head and looked down from the gap in the stairs. Before he saw anything, a monster's roar suddenly sounded downstairs.

The monster's cry was full of shock and pain, and it seemed to have fallen into a state of mania.

Tang Ci jumped up suddenly, looking at the stairs in surprise.

Meng Busan covered his heart and said in a low voice, "Brother Tang, did you hear that?"

Tang Ci seemed to be distracted.

Meng Busan called him again.

He then slowly came back to his senses.

"It seems to be the mutated creature mentioned in the mission."

Tang Ci whispered: "I want to go down and have a look, you are waiting for me here."

Meng Busan smiled, "We are teammates, why would I let you go alone?"

Tang Ci let out a "hmm", apparently unwilling to answer.

Meng Busan: "What's wrong?"

Before Tang Ci could speak, there was a sound from the door beside him.

"Are you... are you also a tester?"

Meng Busan laughed, "That's right, we heard the sound of a monster below, and we plan to go down and have a look."

There was no movement inside the door.

He whispered: "However, I can only look at it. I don't know why this trial ground has a rule that it is not allowed to kill animals here."

The man inside the door immediately said: "What rules? Where are they written?"

Meng Busan: "It's on the ground at your door, do you want to come out and have a look?"

The man fell silent again.

Tang Ci sneered, "Should I say you are timid or cautious!"

The man said dissatisfied: "None of your business! I'm so obsessed, why didn't I make it to the C-level proving ground!"

"Anyway, I will never go out now, who knows if you guys are trying to trick me out!"

Meng Busan smiled, "Then don't regret it."

The man inside the door "thumped" in his heart, and felt a little strange again.

"What do I regret?"

Meng Busan said softly: "In this world, people die early and live early!"

"fart!"

Then, the sound of moving something came from inside the door, as if the man was using something to hold the door.

Meng Busan whistled, and brushed the braids on the back of his head, "These testers are so boring, they are all doing nothing in the room."

Tang Ci's lenses reflected light, "They will come out sooner or later, after all..."

He raised the corner of his mouth, "It's been raining all the time, maybe the water will rise up."

After that, he started to walk downstairs.

Meng Busan followed behind him, suddenly stretched out his finger, and stuck it to the back of his neck.

Tang Ci shrank her neck suddenly and turned to look at him.

Meng Busan smiled innocently, "Brother Tang, I just found out that your body is so cold, are you sick?"

Tang Ci: "It's nothing, I was born like this."

Meng Busan nodded, but his nails scratched lightly on that part of his neck.

Tang Ci suddenly took a step back as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Meng Busan looked innocent, "Hey? Why are you reacting so badly?"

Tang Ci spat: "Brother is a straight man."

Meng Busan let out a "hehe", "Your imagination is really beautiful, I just saw something stuck on your neck."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shook Tang Ci.

I saw a dark green thing on his fingertips, like moss.

Tang Ci breathed a sigh of relief, "You said it earlier, I'll scare you."

With a flick of his finger, Meng Busan sent the thing flying.

"Brother Tang, you are too timid, you are always surprised."

Tang Ci responded casually: "Nonsense, it's just a coincidence."

The two walked up the stairs to the second floor, and there was already a strong smell of blood wafting up from downstairs.

The footsteps of the two stopped, and Tang Ci immediately climbed over the railing and rushed down.

Before the three of Meng Bu arrived, they heard Tang Ci below roar, "What did you do?"

Meng Busan carried the chainsaw on his shoulders, pocketed in one hand, and walked down the stairs slowly.

The more you go to the first floor, the stronger the smell of dirty water becomes, and now there is a salty smell of blood, as if you are close to a fish killing stall.

Meng Busan yawned, "How many fish have been killed by such a strong fishy smell?"

As soon as he turned the corner of the stairs, he saw Tang Ci standing in the middle of the stairs, and a dead fish head soaked in dirty sewage below.

The head of the fish was as big as the head of four adults. The fish scales were uneven, and there were hard cuticles around it, like sharp thorns. There were sporadic bloodstains on the thorns. I don't know if it was my own blood, or Piercing other people's blood.

The head of that fish had protruding fish eyes, and the eyes were milky yellow, a bit like solidified lard.

Another man was humming a song while cutting the flesh from the head.

He held a scalpel as thin as a cicada's wing between his slender fingers, and with a slight movement of his finger, the knife flew over his fingertips, quickly cutting off a piece of meat from the gill of the fish head.

Leaning on the railing, Meng Busan smiled and said, "Brother, you know how to eat. I know the cheek part of the fish head is the most delicious."

The man who was playing with the knife slowly raised his head. It was Tang Ci's face, and even his attire was exactly the same as Tang Ci's.

Meng Busan's eyes were full of interest.

He licked his lips and smiled maliciously.

But his voice was still clear, full of confusion and incomprehension.

"Tang, brother Tang, what's going on?"