Absurd deduction game

In addition to the cleanup team in the base, most of the survivors are responsible for working to maintain the basic operations of the base.

Except for the old, weak, sick and disabled, other people are also arranged to work at a unified time and place like the cleaning team. After the evening meal time, some people can go wash and rest, while others have to finish the unfinished work during the day.

Because in order to save energy, the base will turn off all lights at ten o'clock, leaving only the necessary facilities for patrol personnel and the voice-activated lights in the corridors of the dormitory area. At that time, the virus will be active. The administrator has stipulated that after ten o'clock, except for the toilet, , you have to stay in the dormitory and don’t go anywhere.

Carlos was wearing the uniform of the base with white stripes and an apron. He was bending over to mop the floor and humming a song.

He worked a two-day shift, this time cleaning the base's conference room—alongside his roommate.

The conference room is located in the central building of the entire base building complex. It is not small in area. One side of the wall was demolished and replaced with floor-to-ceiling glass windows from top to bottom.

The orange-red sky is reflected outside the window, and the clouds tightly wrap the sun. Since the end of the world, the world has never faced the sun directly. When the weather is the best, you can only see the halo of the sun through the thick clouds. .

The weather is good this evening. The sky is clear, as if it was burned by fire. The green leaves are blown by the wind, covering the eyes like gems.

The sky and the jungle reflected each other, and when Carlos looked up, his green eyes matched with the reflection of the sky had the same effect.

Those eyes were full of warmth, and you could tell from his happy humming that this beautiful view was to his liking.

"Brother Luo, you seem to be in a good mood?" The roommate was a very young child, maybe only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a standard oriental face. He came to Carlos with a bucket and wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand. dust.

"It's beautiful outside, isn't it?" Carlos smiled at the child, "If the sky could be a little redder... the setting sun would really be like blood, and the world would be turned upside down by the entire bloody sky. How poetic."

Children will not be fooled by him.

After two seconds of silence, the child said with a straight face: "Brother Luo, I have never seen a more knowledgeable person than you, but why do you always say something that is very scary..."

"Just kidding." Carlos shrugged, put the mop into the bucket brought by the child, and turned the mop pole quickly to clean the mop.

The conference room has almost been cleaned. We only need to mop the last small space and we can call it a day.

Then it was time for him to send a message to Zhao Yijiu.

"You are always scary." The child pouted, "This always makes me wonder if you are infected by the virus. Brother Luo, scary people can scare people to death!"

"Well, if you had the opportunity to study art, you wouldn't think so." Carlos stretched out an index finger and nodded the child's head, "Art is always more extreme and exaggerated. You are still too young to understand Understand the poetry of destruction.”

"Is that so?" The child was a little skeptical, but couldn't find a reason to refute it, because he really didn't have the opportunity to learn art, and the end of the world came too early.

At this moment, someone knocked on the closed door of the conference room from outside.

The man was very polite. After knocking three times, he waited quietly outside without making a sound.

Carlos' smile remained unchanged and he muttered: "Is anyone going to use the conference room?"

The child was also surprised. He wiped his hands on his apron and jumped up and down: "I'll open the door."

He was really happy - he had been happy all day long.

He likes Little Luo Ge very much. When he stays with Little Luo Ge, he can always hear all kinds of novel stories, and the atmosphere is also very relaxed and happy. Little Luo Ge seems to always have the ability to control the rhythm of speaking, and will not It made him feel bored, but other people in the dormitory probably thought so too. Little Brother Luo was always surrounded by a bunch of people, like shining stars.

Today I happened to be assigned to work with Brother Luo. It was just the two of them. The child felt that he was being watched by the stars all the time. He was very happy the whole day.

He has no family, but he relies heavily on this roommate he has only known for two weeks. Maybe this is called charisma.

With a smile on his face, the child reached out and opened the door.

Then he froze.

Standing outside the door was a young man of medium build, wearing an external respiratory filter on his face and the base's combat uniform.

The young man wore a ponytail, with a few strands of hair falling from the temples. His eyebrows and eyes were very soft in the air, and his whole person exuded a moon-like temperament.

Seeing the child, the young man smiled and said hello: "Hello."

"Wow, hello." The child sighed, and then came back to his senses. He turned to Carlos in surprise and said, "Brother Luo, you are a member of the cleanup team!"

Carlos paused, straightened up, and glanced over with his green eyes.

Then his good mood seemed to crack, and his whole person showed a strange look, as if some trouble had come to his door.

He put his hand to his lips and cleared his throat: "It's you, ahem, the new member of the cleaning team. Are you coming to the conference room at this time to inform me that anyone needs to use the conference room?"

"No, I have something to do with you." The young man still smiled and spoke calmly.

"Ah? But Brother Luo and I are still working." The child noticed that the atmosphere between the two people was not right, and subconsciously helped Carlos make excuses, "If big brother wants to find Brother Luo, we can wait until we finish working. Bar?"

"What a smart kid." The young man's smile deepened, he looked down at the child with unknown meaning, and stretched out his hand.

He seemed to want to touch the top of the child's head.

But before it touched the child's hair, a stick stuck across his hand, blocking his hand.

As expected, the young man raised his head and saw Carlos holding the mop stick, with a somewhat guarded expression and a stiff smile: "Easy to talk about, the work is almost done anyway, and the people from the cleaning team should be looking for me for something, so it doesn't matter."

Then Carlos turned to the child and said, "Little guy, you haven't eaten dinner yet. You must be hungry. Leave the rest to me. You still have time to go to the cafeteria."

The child hesitated.

Carlos narrowed his eyes and calmly emphasized his tone: "Go and eat quickly, the child is growing."

Hearing the hint, the child tugged at the hem of his clothes and finally turned around and ran away.

Suddenly, there were only two people left around the entire conference room.

The actor smiled: "This stick stopped him just in time. If you don't move, I will crush his soul."

"But he's still a kid." Carlos' professional fake smile with eight teeth shined in the orange-red sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him.

The actor was noncommittal and commented: "A troublesome child."