At the same time, the first floor floor sign was under the sign.

Meng Busan sat on the handrail of the iron railing and just avoided halfway water.

He shook his legs and looked at the man in a white coat with gray and curly hair.

The man jumped onto the roof of the half-drown iron box shed in the corridor and glanced at the worn-out task on the wall.

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

Meng Busan asked with a smile: "Brother, what's your name?"

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

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

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

Meng Busan curled his lips, "All of them are broken, I think we might as well look upstairs."

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

"By the way, you came earlier than me. Do you know what the task here is written?"

Tang Ci reached out and knocked on the wall.

The task was originally written there, but now it was soaked in water that only faint scratches were left, and it was impossible to tell what it was written.

Meng Busan shook his head and said with a innocent look on his face: "I don't know!"

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

Meng Busan covered his mouth and started coughing in a low voice.

"That... brother, I'm in poor health in reality. Can you carry me? How about we two going up together?"

Tang Ci bent her fingers against her lips and smiled slightly.

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

Leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the steps.

He put his hands into his pockets in his white coat, and his eyes were filled with a smile behind his glasses, "Yes."

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

...

Under the third floor sign.

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

Tang Ci squatted beside her and wrote.

Meng Busan leaned against the iron railing next to him, and there was a chainsaw at his feet.

"Dong--"

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

He leaned his head and looked down through the gap in the stairs. Before he could see anything, a monster's roar suddenly sounded downstairs.

The monster's shouting smelled of shock and pain, and seemed to have fallen into a state of mania.

Tang Ci jumped up suddenly and looked at the stairs in surprise.

Meng Busan covered his heart and whispered: "Brother Tang, did you hear it?"

Tang Ci seems to be distracted.

Meng Busan called him again.

Only then did he slowly come to his senses.

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

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

Meng Busan smiled, "We two are teammates, why would I leave you alone?"

Tang Ci said "yes", obviously unintentionally responded.

Meng Busan: "What's wrong?"

Before Tang Ci could speak, there were sounds coming from the door beside him.

"Are you... also the Trialists?"

Meng Busan laughed, "Yes, we heard the sound of monsters below, and we plan to go down and take a look."

There was no movement inside the door.

He whispered, "But, I can only see it. I don't know why there are rules for not killing animals here in this trial ground."

The man inside the door immediately spoke out: "What rules? Where did you write them?"

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

The man stopped talking again.

Tang Ci sneered, "Is it supposed to say you are timid or you should say you are cautious!"

The man said dissatisfiedly: "It's all your business! I'm so slack, why don't I still reach the C-level trial field!"

"Anyway, I will never go out now. Who knows if you want to lie to me out?"

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

The man inside the door felt a little "sudden" and felt a little strange.

"What do I regret?"

Meng Busan whispered: "This world is dead early and living a life of stolen early!"

"fart!"

Then, the sound of moving things from the door seemed to be something the man was using to press against the door.

Meng Busan whistled and tweaked the braid on the back of his head, "These trialists are so boring. What are they doing in the room?"

Tang porcelain lenses reflect, "They will come out sooner or later, after all..."

He raised the corners of his mouth, "It's raining all the time, and it's hard to say that the water will rise."

After saying that, he began to walk downstairs.

Meng Busan followed him, suddenly stretched out his finger and pressed it on the back of his neck.

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

Meng Busan smiled innocently, "Brother Tang, I just discovered that your body is so cold. Are you sick?"

Tang Ci: "I was born like this."

Meng Busan nodded, but his nails gently scratched the piece on his neck.

Tang Ci was as if facing a great enemy and took a step back suddenly.

Meng Busan looked innocent, "Hey? Why are you doing such a big reaction?"

Tang Ci said, "Brother is a straight man."

Meng Busan said "Haha", "You're so beautiful. I just saw that there was something on your neck."

As he said that, he raised his hand and shook at 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 was shocked."

Meng Busan bounced the thing away with a finger.

"Brother Tang, you are too brave, you are always shocked."

Tang Ci responded casually: "It's just a coincidence."

The two of them followed the stairs to the second floor, and there was a strong smell of blood floating up from downstairs.

The two of them stopped and Tang Ci immediately turned over the railing and rushed down.

Before Meng Bu and the other two arrived, Tang Ci burst out with anger, "What did you do?"

Meng Busan carried a chainsaw, held a pocket in one hand, and slowly went down the stairs.

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

Meng Busan yawned, "How many fish have you killed with 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 fish head below soaked in dirty sewage.

The fish head is as big as four adults, with uneven scales and hard horny surrounding it, like sharp thorns. There are also sporadic blood on the thorn. I don’t know if it is my own blood or someone else’s blood.

The fish head had a protruding eye and its eyes were milky yellow, a bit like solidified lard.

There was another man humming a song while cutting fish meat from the fish head.

He had a scalpel as thin as a cicada's wing in his slender fingers. With his fingers, the knife flew over his fingertips and quickly cut a piece of meat from the gill of the fish head.

Meng Busan leaned against the railing and said with a smile: "Brother, you know how to eat it. I know that the cheeks of the fish head are the most delicious."

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

Meng Busan's eyes were filled with a strong sense of interest.

He licked his lips and laughed maliciously.

But his voice was still clear, confusing and confusion.
Chapter completed!