Chapter 574: Base Commander's Anxiety
A cold, empty corridor filled with the mixed smell of disinfectant and rusted metal.
Xiao Jin pushed open the door, and the pale light of the emergency light in the corridor cut through the indifferent outline of her face.
Afterwards, the rest of the players returned to the base and retreated into the tranquility of their rooms.
Soon, the base commander sent a young soldier with a bag of precious transmogrified metal, saying that this was a sincere thank you for their assistance to the base.
Xiao Jin naturally had no reason to refuse and accepted this generous gift calmly.
Then, in the following few days, the fog ghost seemed to be dispelled by some mysterious force and never set foot on this land again.
The NPCs in the base felt relieved, the tension and worry on their faces gradually dissipated, replaced by a rare sense of ease and relief.
However, under this tranquility, the players seemed to be getting more silent, their eyes hiding unknown thoughts and worries.
Finally, one day, the players gritted their teeth and walked out, calling out to the patrol personnel in the base.
The fox girl's voice was hoarse after being deliberately suppressed. She said to the other party: "Tell your base commander that from today on, you don't need to send us any food, and don't disturb me."
Behind her, the doors of several other rooms assigned to players opened almost at the same time.
"Me too."
"Well, it's best not to get close to this floor..."
The patrolman was stunned and looked up in confusion: "But..."
A burly player, holding his ferocious chainsaw blade that was almost as tall as a man, leaned against the door frame and interrupted the patrolman in a muffled voice.
His voice was like sandpaper rubbing against the wall. “Yeah, don’t knock on the door. Unless the base collapses, don’t bother me.”
His words were just symbolic.
If the base really collapsed, I would definitely know it before the NPC, and by then he would have run far away.
At this time, Yu Liu on the other side touched his chin and said, "Why don't we seal off this corridor? It will save trouble."
"Agree." The others looked at each other and nodded.
The soundproofing in the base was not good, and Xiao Jin, who was doing push-ups, heard the words of the players outside clearly. She was also more inclined to do so, so she did not show up.
In the corridor, the player codenamed Shadow Mouse laughed sinisterly.
Then the figure shrank back into the door as if melting, leaving only a few words echoing in the corridor: "It's up to you whether to seal it or not.
But whoever approaches my door again...do it at their own risk."
"Tsk!" Yu Liu tilted his head: "Forget it, there's no point in sealing it anyway." After saying that, he turned and left.
boom! boom! boom!
The sound of doors closing continuously rang out, heavy and decisive.
The players disappeared behind the door one by one, leaving only the patrolman standing there with a pale face, his hands holding the gun trembling slightly.
terrible!
The patrol officers even had a premonition.
If I had asked one more question just now, I would have been skinned and dismembered by these people immediately.
And he'd better report this matter to the base commander as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, the patrolman ran away in a panic...
The corridor fell into silence again, as if the conversation just now was just an illusion.
The base commander in the operations room was also quickly reported.
She stood in front of the huge monitor in the command room, her brows tightly furrowed.
"Everyone stay indoors? Refuse food?" The base commander's fingers unconsciously tapped on the cold metal console, making a light "click, click, click" sound that was particularly clear in the empty room.
Her face lost its usual calmness, replaced by confusion and uneasiness. "What's going on? Wasn't it great when we defeated the fog ghosts before?"
The guard next to him hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Sir, could it be that they...had a premonition of something? After all, they are not ordinary people."
The base commander waved his hands irritably. "Premonition? The fog ghosts have been driven away! The infected outside have been cleared out! The serum is being distributed, and the wounded are being treated.
The atmosphere in the base finally calmed down! But they all shrank back as if they had seen a ghost! They wouldn't even allow us to get close?"
She recalled what was mentioned in the surveillance report: the lights in the players' rooms were still on late at night, and the occasional faint sound of them pacing anxiously, like trapped animals.
The guard at the side noticed the anxiety in the base commander's words and dared not say anything more.
Then, the base commander walked to the huge bulletproof observation window and looked at the slightly chaotic but gradually recovering scene in the air-raid shelter below.
Some survivors with less severe injuries received thin food under the supervision of the soldiers and talked in low voices. Although there was still panic on their faces, it was much better than the lifeless look of the previous few days.
In the corridor, a medic hurried past with a cart loaded with purified serum. Everything seemed to be moving in the right direction.
"A bunch of bastards!" The base commander cursed in a low voice, but the doubts and a hint of uneasiness in his heart were like vines, quietly entwining himself tighter.
They were obviously cooperating well before, but now they are all pretending to be dumb.
Why, are you happy being a riddler?
But no matter what, the base commander always felt that the abnormal silence and vigilance of these players were like a huge, ominous shadow looming over the fortress where he had just seen a glimmer of hope.
…………
Time, like a blunt knife cutting meat, crawled slowly on the players' highly tense nerves.
One day, two days, three days...
The poisonous fog outside the base was still surging, but no large-scale attacks occurred.
Occasionally, small groups of fog ghosts like wandering souls would approach, but they were easily dealt with by the soldiers on guard outside.
The base manager was very nervous at first, but in the end, nothing happened. The angry base manager thought that the players were crazy and had to make everyone tremble with fear.
The atmosphere inside the base relaxed visibly, and the fear on the survivors' faces was gradually replaced by a numb, cautious relief.
The soldiers took turns to rest, and their tense nerves got a break.
Only the area where the players lived was still dead silent. The heavy alloy door was like the sealing stone of a tomb, isolating the inside and the outside, and the people inside seemed to be completely isolated from the world.
Xiao Jin sat on the cold metal floor with his eyes closed.
She did not sleep, or rather, she did not dare to fall into a deep sleep.
Consciousness is like the most sophisticated radar, maintaining a strange semi-conscious state, monitoring every breath of air flow in the room and capturing the slightest vibration transmitted from the floor.
At hand, the broken shadows never left the palm and were always in a slight state of charging, ready to burst out a deadly cutting storm at any time.
Like other players, she clearly felt the abnormal "calmness" in the air.
Also waiting for the final 'carnival'.
Xiao Jin knew very well that the more it was at this time, the more she couldn't relax...