This Simplification Is Too Outrageous

"Mad, I knew that the government was hiding something from us. A friend of mine said something was wrong. The world has changed. I didn't expect it to come true now..."

"It's been a few weeks, and there's no response at all, when will this day be over!"

"Eat canned food every day, and don't treat us like people at all!"

There are two groups of people in the clothing store.

Ninety percent of them strictly followed the instructions of the patrollers, kept their distance, and wore red clothes.

But there was only one person in the corner wearing a floral shirt.

It was this man who complained.

The man in the flower shirt is an executive of a local company. He was suddenly blocked when he went to the clubhouse to relax with a client.

At the time, he was terrified, and thought that the area was blocked to arrest him for this matter.

It was only later that it was discovered that this was not the case.

After spending a few days ignorantly, he and a group of survivors were gathered together and listened to the order of a person who had never heard of it... the patroller of the Security Bureau.

Obey all management of the patroller.

"Shh, don't say it, didn't the patroller say it, it's best not to speak, so as not to lead to that kind of thing!" A young man in red reminded, and his body shivered involuntarily.

"Bah, speaking is my freedom, why should he limit it?"

"I've read books, and I know the law!"

"After I go back this time, I will go abroad. It is much safer there. Whoever likes to stay in this place is not free at all!"

The man in the flower shirt continued to nag, and he always suspected that the patrolman had ulterior motives.

What age is it now, what color clothes are still forced on others?

There must be something wrong!

Is there a conspiracy?

Could it be a Resident Evil crisis?

...

When the patrolman outside the door heard the words, he frowned and shouted sharply, which stopped the man in the shirt from doing so.

The situation here is good, only one person does not cooperate. I heard that some survivors led by colleagues are in conflict.

Many people left the patroller's management and sneaked into the streets, resolutely not wearing red clothes.

Swear to the death to defend your freedom!

Because recently there is a word circulating in this street.

There are alien spirits who kill survivors in red clothes!

Hence this result!

Even very few people who were tempted began to spread rumors!

Listed the various conspiracies of the [Red Clothes Project].

They firmly believe that there must be a conspiracy in the red clothes, and maybe there is radiation in it.

Survivors of desperation are blind, and they prefer to believe whatever they believe.

This has also led to a large number of survivors who do not wear red clothes now.

...

at this time.

"Tap~"

The sound of footsteps stepping up the stairs clearly came from the darkness ahead.

Dull, stiff!

"Quiet!"

The patrolman reminded in a low voice.

Suddenly everyone inside closed their mouths, including the man in the flower shirt.

Everyone quieted down, held their breath, covered their chests, and their faces were full of horror!

The patroller watched close to the glass door of the store and waited for about five minutes... The voice kept echoing in the empty shopping mall.

It looked like he wasn't going to leave.

Worst case to consider!

The patrolman took out his long knife and took out a flashlight to look in front of him, trying to see what the footsteps were.

If it was just a puppet formed by being killed by a foreign spirit, he would still be able to deal with it.

otherwise……

It cannot be touched, which greatly weakens the strength of the Awakened of the Physics Department.

Tread~

The sound of footsteps echoed around, making it hard to understand.

Although the light of the special flashlight in his hand was bright, after passing through the darkness, only a layer of gray light was left covering the stairs.

The stiff, dull footsteps got closer.

The patroller's heart also tightened.

It seems that this time I have to take the survivors to another place!

...

After a moment.

bang~

The sound of something falling to the ground sounded.

The patrolman turned quickly, only to find it was just a trash can.

Is it a mouse?

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

In the toilet shrouded in gray light in the distance... Suddenly, a head appeared.

The patroller's pupils shrank suddenly.

An old man with a dry face, hollow eyes, and no anger appeared in front of him.

The patroller clenched the long knife in his hand and pulled back. His purpose was to protect the survivors and not kill the alien spirits.

However, the moment he turned around, the clothing store where dozens of people gathered at the back was already empty.

When I turned around again, there was an old man next to the toilet, just a moldy damp wall.

The patroller's heart sank, and his face changed suddenly!

hallucinations!

It's that body spirit!

Second-order alien spirit!

Alien with special abilities!

...

Inside the clothing store...

When everyone saw the patrolman outside with a flashlight, it seemed as if he had disappeared.

Long time no movement.

One minute……

five minutes……

ten minutes……

They were a little panicked, because the patroller outside had never left them for so long in the past few days.

"You...you said, will there be an accident?" An aunt who was wearing a red dress and a red scarf, and wrapped herself up and down, said in a panic.

It was quiet in the corner.

Everyone swallowed involuntarily.

"Yeah... Shouldn't it?" A young man replied uncertainly.

"Mad, I knew there was a conspiracy here!"

"Maybe it's giving up on us! I just said that the person from the security bureau is unreliable. I have never heard of this bullshit department." The man in the flower shirt began to analyze.

For a while, the atmosphere of fear spread because of the man's words.

Tread~

There were muffled footsteps.

Everyone trembled with fright.

A figure flashed past the glass door, not the patroller.

But an old man.

"Are there survivors?"

A hoarse voice came from outside the store, and everyone did not reply, but raised their hearts in their throats.

Could this be that kind of thing?

Immediately afterwards... there were a few more footsteps outside.

Do not know since when, a dozen figures appeared at the door.

...

The scene was once suffocating and desperate!

Ah~

Suddenly, a scream came from the people in the store, breaking the silent night.

"Damn, you're crazy, what's your name!" Several people on the side roared.

"There are... there are mice!" The woman who was frightened and screamed showed a panicked expression.

Everyone was speechless for a while, cursing the woman in their hearts.

"So you are here!"

The old man's voice came, and the glass door was pushed open... The group of people outside the door came in and found everyone curled up in the corner.

Baso~

It was very dark around, and under the light of a few flashlights, everyone could clearly see the uninvited guests who broke in!

A group of survivors?

Just why don't you wear red?

"Friends, we're here to pick you up." The old man smiled and stretched out his hand.

Everyone in the corner glanced at each other, but did not step forward, they remembered what the patroller said.

Never make physical contact with anyone!

Including relatives!

Suddenly... the lights kept scanning the crowd, the old man stopped and straightened up.

His tone was a little cold: "You...why are you wearing red!"

"Don't you know that the red clothes are the first target of the alien spirit?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The old man reached out and pointed out.

The crowd looked.

I don't know since when, the originally dark street became brightly lit.

The roar of the engine sounded one after another.

Then a helicopter appeared outside, and the searchlight hit the glass of the shopping mall, emitting a dazzling light, making people unable to open their eyes for a while.

"The wartime special operations team hereby reminds you not to wear red!"

"The red clothes are the conspiracy of the alien spirits."

"Don't, don't wear red!"

"The alien spirit will give priority to killing the red-clothed target."

"The Security Bureau has been captured by the alien spirit!"

"..."

The sound faded away, and the helicopter was constantly promoting.

After a long time, the old man said solemnly: "Is there a person who calls himself a patroller here?"

The crowd didn't react, obviously they haven't digested the information they just saw.

"Family, I can tell you responsibly that you have been deceived!"

"The Security Bureau has been occupied by Variant Spirits, so we set up a wartime special operations team to rescue you. It was Variant Spirit who released the information about wearing red clothes before, and you were all used by Variant Spirit..."

The old man explained, and then pointed to the outside world.

That helicopter flew back again!

A staff member in uniform appears above.

With a loudspeaker in hand, he kept repeating a sentence.

"Please note to survivors that the Security Bureau has been captured by Variant Spirits. If you encounter people who claim to be patrollers, don't believe what they say, they are all Variant Spirits..."

"..."

Everyone is even more confused, who is the alien spirit?

Is it the patroller in red or the member of the special operations team who said not to wear red.

Who is the alien?

For a time, everyone was buzzing.

Two weeks ago, they were ordinary people who didn't know anything, and now... a lot of information was crazily and rudely stuffed into their minds.

Who are allies?

What's wrong with this world?

terrible!

I can't stand it anymore, so the fourth watch will be posted first, and the first watch will be posted at noon tomorrow.

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