Chapter 117

Watching the writing on the paper that was going crazy and then became neat and smooth, Wen Jianyan felt a chill on his back.

According to the content, this note was probably written by an employee of the Fantasy Amusement Park.

He was obviously also severely polluted, and the content of his writing was scribbled and "chaotic", with a strange sense of shock.

He leaned down and looked at the side where he had just pulled out the note.

The piece of wood has become loose, and the sharp edges have been stained with large swathes of brown 'color', and fragments of fingernails are vaguely visible in the dried blood, as if they had been plucked out with a fingernail.

It seemed that when he sat on this chair, the other party's mental state had already deteriorated by a certain step, and the note was inserted almost at the expense of his fingers.

Wen Jianyan put the chair back in place and fell into deep thought.

First of all, is the content of the note trustworthy?

Probably half and half.

After all, the mental state of writing has tended to be extremely crazy, and Wen Jianyan himself has also been polluted, and he can personally feel that fear of chaos.

The information transfer done in this situation must be treated with caution.

In any case, this note has brought him a new perspective and thinking, which is really a credit.

Next, you need to confirm your guess.

Wen Jianyan stood up, stuffed the note into his pocket, then took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Wen Ya.

She was on the deck now, and she was accompanied by Huang "Mao", a finder with excellent eyesight. Except for him, I am afraid that no one could find the so-called hidden picture.

on the deck.

All the work also stopped, and the staff wearing quack clothes came under the deck and scanned the badges on the chests of all employees one by one.

"Buzz."

Right here, Wen Ya's phone vibrated twice.

She raised her eyes without a trace and glanced at the frog who was scanning the sign with a device not far away. After confirming that the other party was far away from her, she turned on her mobile phone covertly and looked at the text message Wen Jianyan had just sent her.

……picture? on deck?

Wen Ya was startled.

Then he hit the yellow "Mao" next to him with his elbow, and showed him the content on the screen of the mobile phone.

"..."

After seeing the content on the phone screen, Huang "Mao" exuded an aura of unrequited resentment.

The area of ​​the deck is not large, but it is definitely not small, plus there are so many instruments and pipes, want to find a picture that does not have any features, but can be stuffed in a certain gap... …

The difficulty is too great.

He is just an eye, not an omnipotent robot cat!

However, even so, Huang "Mao" knew that in this situation, all of them were grasshoppers in the same line, and even if it was difficult to meet the requirements, he had to do his best.

He sighed in the suit, and began to change angles constantly, trying to scan everything that could be seen on the deck with his eyesight, trying to find the "picture" entrusted by Wen Jianyan.

The hope in my heart was a little lost, and suddenly, Huang "Mao"'s gaze stopped.

His eyes fell on a point not far away.

On the side near the cable, at the junction of a piece of wood and a pipe, there was a faint trace of white paper.

...is that so? !

Huang "Mao"'s spirit was lifted.

He gestured to Wen Ya, who was beside him, and pointed in the direction of the piece of paper.

Wen Ya understood.

She carefully glanced at the other quack's positions, and then moved towards the direction of the picture step by step, but before she moved a few steps, the quacks not far away suddenly twisted over, and Wen Ya froze in the distance.

However, the quacks' eyes didn't seem to stop on her.

They appear to have finished scanning all employees.

One of them quack pressed the instrument in his hand, and the next second, a mechanical female voice sounded, echoing in the air: "No. 32486, No. 32492, No. 32495... Employee No. 32450, please step forward."

Wen Ya was startled and looked down at her doll suit.

Her symbol is 32492, one of the numbers just read.

This sucks.

"..."

Wen Ya bravely walked out of the queue, lined up with the other employees whose numbers were read, and walked forward step by step.

? ? ?

Huang "Mao" who was left in the team panicked.

Eh? and many more? ! how did you go? ! Who will get the picture when you leave? ! !

As Wen Ya walked forward, she nodded slightly towards Huang "Mao", indicating that it would be handed over to him next.

Huang "Mao": "..."

He watched with panic as Wen Ya's back was getting farther and farther away from him, and his feet were instantly cold, and his whole body felt a little bit numb.

this... this this... this...

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !

However, his panicked gaze did not change the status quo, and he could only watch the other side gradually move away.

The only person who can get the picture...the only one left.

However, fortunately, the quacks also followed these employees off the deck.

Huang "Mao" took a deep breath, plucked up his courage, moved step by step in the direction of the picture, and finally came to the cable.

In just a few short walks, he was so frightened that he was sweating all over. Huang "Mao" shivered and pulled open the board, pulled the note out, and held it in his palm.

Unsurprisingly.

He breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back slowly.

He stumbled on something on his heel, Huang "Mao" stumbled under his feet, and a "ouch" overflowed from his mouth and disappeared into the air.

In an instant, his whole body froze.

[Article 2 of the pirate ship code of conduct: Your work and workload on the pirate ship are not fixed. Please use the sound of the copper bell as a sign of work handover, and do not communicate verbally with other sailors]

Huang "Mao" was stiff, and looked at him one by one.

Except for the roar of the machine, the entire deck was silent. The employees in various suits twisted around at some point, and the velvet covers were facing him, and countless eyes were focused on him. on the body.

Including quack.

Bad, bad.

bad bad bad bad

Two green "colored" quacks came over, one left and one right supported the yellow "hair" who had been frightened and dumbfounded, and dragged him into the team.

The whole process remained extremely quiet.

Wen Ya stared at the yellow "Mao" who was being dragged and walked towards the cabin with her, her heart sank involuntarily.

The other party violated the rules, so they will be taken away together.

She glanced at all the employees around her, and it seemed that... all those who were numbered had made mistakes in the previous work session.

That being the case, they might not be going anywhere.

Wen Ya followed the team, continued to move forward quietly, and pressed the text message to Wen Jianyan from the same pocket.

Likewise, in the cabin.

Wen Jianyan opened the text message, her expression froze involuntarily.

The text message is very short, there is nothing more than content in it, only three letters: [sos]

He stuffed the phone back into his pocket and lowered his eyes in thought.

It was obvious that Wen Ya and the others were in danger.

He recalled a line from the note he had just found "Here we will be sorted."

Is it...

Are employees being sorted out right now? According to what standard?

The information in the hand is too much, and it is difficult for Wen Jianyan to draw a conclusion directly.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the room where he was.

It seems that a group of people is "approaching" in this direction, not like passing by, but like walking straight towards this room, with a clear and urgent purpose.

"!"

Wen Jianyan was startled, her whole body tense up instantly.

He had heard this kind of footsteps many times. It was the kind of footsteps only made when chasing a target. It was urgent, clear, and full of targets.

Exposed?

Why?

The heart was pounding in the chest, and the adrenaline was racing with it.

Even under the strong pressure, Wen Jianyan's jaw line was slightly tense, he raised his eyes, glanced at the whole room quickly, and found nothing resembling a monitor.

He frowned.

Should not be ah.

There is no monitor here. If there is, the position should have been "exposed" at the moment when his invisibility props failed, instead of dragging it to the present.

As time passed, the sound of footsteps outside the door was approaching!

Wen Jianyan held her breath, and instinctively activated the stealth prop.

"Drip-drip-"

Across the door, it seems that something is beeping, the closer it gets, the faster it gets, it's like...

tracking device?

Wen Jianyan suddenly looked down at the work badge hanging on her chest and was slightly startled.

Is it it?

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