Weird Talk Asylum Center

"I won't talk about any written rules, it's too troublesome."

Mayao paused, then spoke.

"The first point is to only use equipment whose pollution index does not exceed the standard."

"Second point, in addition to voluntarily admitting defeat, flying out of the ring or losing consciousness is also considered a loss."

"The third point is that if you use troublesome things, the pollution index will immediately exceed the standard."

"If the pollution index exceeds the standard, you will be directly judged as a negative. Individuals should pay attention."

When talking about the third point, Ma Yao's tone became gritted again.

Wang Jin could tell that he was warning himself and Meng Yu.

As for Liu Da and Liu Er, in the eyes of the governing bureau, they are just two ordinary characters who don't know how to get in.

"Ah, there is something else I need to tell you."

The voice on the radio returned to normal again, and the tone even became somewhat official.

"For some reason, the process of this annual meeting will be shortened."

"The Administration will compensate for all losses incurred during this period."

"Please also prepare yourself mentally."

Ma Yao dropped a few words without beginning and end, and the radio was turned off with a rustling sound.

"interesting."

Wang Jin grinned.

He knows all the rules of the group arena, and he has no interest in listening to it again.

It was the man's words behind that caught his attention.

For some unexplainable reasons, the industry giant, the Administration Bureau, had to back down.

No matter how you think about it, the reason why you can't say it is a strange story, right?

"Is it from the foot? Or is it a strange talk from other places?"

Wang Jin felt it for a moment, and the place where the high-risk ghost talk was held by the Administration Bureau was still very quiet.

Then the answer is very clear.

There was an unbelievable strange talk near Shangjing, which belonged to the level that even the governing bureau could hardly handle.

The man almost threw this sentence directly in Wang Jin's face.

"Will the Administration Bureau fully compensate for the losses caused during this period?"

After thinking about this sentence for a while, Wang Jin smiled.

"It's encouraging those of us who can think about it to get involved."

Of course, Wang Jin must not be the only smart person.

Looking around, he saw at least four or five people smiling like himself.

"Unfortunately, it's impossible for me to work for free. I'd better leave it to others to be a licking dog for the administration."

Shaking his head, Wang Jin muttered something softly in his heart.

Let the horse run, but not let the horse graze.

What do you think?

Curling his lips, Wang Jin ate up all the tofu nao in the bowl.

Thinking too much is not good for him, the only thing he has to do is to be the first in this annual meeting.

After patting his stomach, Wang Jin led the three little girls to the designated venue.

I have to say that the place of the governing bureau is really big.

But unlike the horizontal area that stretches for several kilometers underground in the company, the structure of the management bureau is vertical.

The area of ​​each of their floors is not too large, only two to three hundred square meters.

But Wang Jin couldn't see how many layers there were.

If the corporate structure is more of a research center, it's more of a prison.

Dangerous ghost stories are buried in the deep layer, once the containment is broken and cannot be dealt with, the layer where it is located will be abandoned directly.

The furnace would be broken and hot liquid mixed metal would be poured directly into it.

Mysteries will take turns to function until they are permanently sealed.

The ghost talk will not die, but will be trapped in solidified metal mixed with arcana fragments.

This is just one way the Furnace Bolt responds.

And because of the special elevator and floor design, even if there is a problem on a certain floor, you can continue to use the adjacent floors after giving up it.

This design was built after several generations of Furnace Bolts experienced countless deaths and injuries, and it is the crystallization of the wisdom of ghost talkers.

Of course, it is impossible for Wang Jin to think of all this with just a special elevator.

He just vaguely felt that the underground of the governing bureau was much more complicated than it seemed.

"The direction of the air flow is not right, it feels like the exhaust port is very complicated."

The turbulent air flow brushed against his body surface, and Wang Jin sensed something was wrong.

Of course, this has nothing to do with him.

At most, it's just a sigh of "excellent".

"What are you looking at? Have you ever seen a beautiful girl?"

Hu Xiaobei curled his lips and scolded the other people in the elevator.

The elevator didn't have much space, but luckily there was Wang Jin between them.

Even so, the malicious eyes of those people were also somewhat disgusting.

"Boy, you don't need to be arrogant."

The leading fat man grinned.

"Today's group arena match won't use your strange ability, Brother Sun, I'll take good care of you."

"It's a bit too much for one person to occupy three little girls. Let's share one or two with the brothers."

The fat on Fatty Sun's face trembled, revealing a somewhat wretched smile.

The few people next to him didn't speak, but they also looked at Wang Jin with hatred on their faces.

There are still a few eyes showing fear, as if they are very afraid of this fat man surnamed Sun.

"Ah...you think so too?"

Wang Jin froze for a moment, then looked at the group of people behind the fat man.

"..."

They didn't speak, only one or two nodded slightly.

"I understand."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Jin nodded, then pointed at Fatty Sun, and then at himself.

"You are a bully."

"I am the victim."

Regardless of the other party's surprised eyes, Wang Jin stretched out his hand and gestured in front of the others.

"And you are the silent majority."

"You boy, what do you want to say?"

Fatty Sun's eyes were not friendly, and a ferocious smile appeared on his fat face.

"Oh, I didn't want to say anything."

"The plot seems familiar. There is a little girl who has suffered such a loss."

Finding that Ah Zi in the eyes of the ancient gods was looking at the outside world curiously, Wang Jin smiled.

"From that day on, I swore secretly that I would never leave anyone like this."

"I'm really not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue, we have more people, and we can't use our abilities during the game..."

"You still don't understand."

Wang Jin shook his finger and interrupted Fatty Sun.

The Eye of the Ancient God opened slightly, and violent death raged in the elevator.

The lights flickered back and forth, and even the running elevators began to creak uncomfortably.

The blue mist filled the small space, and boundless fear rose in Fatty Sun's heart.

This level of weirdness is ten times and a hundred times stronger than last night.

"Is...is he really human?"

This was Fatty Sun's last thought before he fell into a coma.

With the suppression of Zaratul's great mystery, Wang Jin has been able to use the power of the Eye of the Ancient God in a small range without being discovered.

"The game hasn't started yet..."

Looking at the few people lying on the ground stumbling around, Wang Jin spread his hands.

The man said that he was not allowed to use his ability during the competition, but he didn't say he was not allowed to use his ability on the way to the venue.

Rules are dead, but people are alive.