Working Records in a Weird World - 44

 

| WRIAWW | The Boss is Dealing with Disobedient People Again | 44

After receiving the Patriarch's command, Tao Buxin wasted no time and headed straight to the morgue.

As a fanatic, the Patriarch's will was her will. When her emotional value exceeded the critical point of 80, she would meticulously carry out all of Joshua's orders without hesitation or room for thought.

For instance, she had already locked onto the whereabouts of that black-haired survivor surnamed Zong in her mind.

When Tao Buxin arrived at the morgue, the situation there was not ideal.

Each of the three teams had encountered some issues. Team One, after cleaning up, was haunted by the resentment of the deceased in the mortuary cabinets, leading to various problems. 

Although no one fainted, at least a dozen survivors experienced body chills, and some even felt phantom pains from surgical cuts.

Team Two initially handled the corpses smoothly, but later, some of the newly delivered corpses mutated into weirds. These weird corpses were quite troublesome because, according to the rules of the weird domain extending from on top of the hospital floor, survivors could not attack NPCs.

Therefore, they couldn't use conventional methods to eliminate the weirds, such as beating or torture. Unfortunately, when NPC's first transform into weirds, they urgently needed fresh blood.

Team Three, due to a previous misjudgment, had left some low-level survivors behind. After the news of Lin Quan's severed hand spread, Xue Heguang decisively adjusted the team configuration and sent several B-level survivors to take charge.

This decision proved timely because, later, almost all NPCs coming to the morgue to collect corpses were not harmless; the least dangerous were C-level weirds.

Even with barriers in place, the handover required 100% vigilance, as any slight carelessness could result in injury.

Tao Buxin was not interested in the chaos of the morgue. Without even glancing around, she grabbed a survivor.

"Where is that black-haired, surnamed Zong, C-level survivor in your team?"

The survivor, who was in a hurry, was about to react but immediately changed to a fawning expression upon seeing the shining S-level above her head.

Unfortunately, this survivor had no idea of Zong Le's whereabouts.

After asking several people, Tao Buxin finally learned from a Team Three survivor that Zong Le had been assigned to the first floor to handle corpse handovers. Then, from a survivor responsible for handovers on the first floor, she obtained information that Zong Le was currently in the psychiatric department.

"Thanks."

The advantage of being an S-level survivor was that almost 99% of the survivors she encountered would be respectful. Moreover, Tao Buxin was a well-known figure among S-level survivors, recognized by many as a core member of the Temple Army.

Thanks to the good reputation and standing of the Patriarch, the Temple Army was seen by survivors as helpful and benevolent. For example, just now, when Tao Buxin casually said "thanks," the female survivor was overwhelmed with flattery.

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't act so rashly.

But in high-level missions, no one would care about the survival of a low-level survivor. Besides, the weird domain of Taikang Yongle Hospital only restricts survivors from attacking NPCs, but not from attacking each other.

As soon as she stepped into the psychiatric department, Tao Buxin easily found her mission target.

She ignored Zong Le's string of apologies and, after confirming there were no other survivors around, directly pulled out a string wire and lunged at him.

As an agility-type survivor, Tao Buxin wasn't strong in direct combat. Her strength lay in her elusive assassin techniques, which could easily kill someone on the spot. 

This was a skill she had learned in a previous instance, allowing her to kill in the blink of an eye.

Dealing with a mere C-level survivor, a single flick of the string wire was enough to strangle him.

Tao Buxin could even imagine the young man's head rolling to the ground.

"——"

However, to her surprise, her first aimed attack missed.

The thin, sharp wire unexpectedly landed on a body bag, slicing it in half with a "rip."

In an instant, dark blood sprayed out like ink, sliding down the snow-white walls. The severed intestines slipped out from the corpse's cross-section, piling up on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Her assassination target, the black-haired young man, stood in shock, staring at the bisected corpse on the ground, clearly still processing what had just happened.

"Did I offend you in some way? Wait, I don’t even know you."

Tao Buxin stared at the mutilated corpse on the ground, her lips pressed into a cold, hard line, and immediately launched a second attack.

She didn’t understand how her confident first strike had missed, but if one attempt failed, she could always try again. The female survivor moved swiftly and agilely, using the force from her toes to leave afterimages in the air, using very move to land a lethal strike.

When the killing intent of an S-level survivor was unleashed, the pressure it brought was immense. If the target was an ordinary C-level, they would likely be unable to move, let alone resist.

But this time,

"Ugh—"

At the peak of her attack, Tao Buxin fell like a bird whose wings have been broken.

At the same time, a vast, icy force from the top floor of the hospital, cold as the depths of the underworld and heavy as Mount Tai pressing down, enveloped her.

She could clearly feel every inch of her body screaming, her bones creaking under the pressure, even her pupils were overwhelmed and trembling violently.

A ?-level weird domain of this level!

Almost as soon as she felt the force, Tao Buxin knew its origin.

But how could this be? 

This domain, though large, wasn’t aggressive, and its rules only stated that "survivors must not attack NPCs." Rule-based weird domains were terrifying, but as long as you followed the rules and didn’t violate them, you would be safe.

So why did the weird domain turn its aggression on her when she attacked this black-haired man?!

Could it be—

In a flash, an unbelievable yet bold explanation crossed Tao Buxin’s mind.

As impossible as it seemed, at this moment, only this explanation could make sense of everything.

"Are you an N......"

Her eyes widened in shock, but the pressure from violating the weird domain’s rules left her no chance to finish her sentence. Her head tilted, and she immediately collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Looking at the unconscious S-level individual, Zong Le slowly formed a question mark in his mind.

His expression remained a mix of confusion as he looked down at the unconscious S-level survivor, a genuine puzzlement etched between his brows. From the sudden attack to the abrupt collapse, the assassination attempt had come out of nowhere and ended even more absurdly.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Zong Le had stood there like an outsider, not even lifting a finger, while the other party had played out the entire scene on their own.

"Could this be some kind of scam?"

Zong Le scratched his head and bent down to look at the ID badge hanging on the survivor's chest.

He took out his phone, entered the ID into the forum's search bar, and immediately, a flood of information about Tao Buxin appeared.

After reading through it, Zong Le confirmed one thing: he truly had no connection whatsoever with this survivor. They had never met, and he hadn’t even heard of her name before.

"This is really bizarre..."

He rubbed his chin and muttered, "No grudges, no grievances, yet she came at me like that." 

As he spoke, a thought suddenly struck him, and his brow furrowed. "Could my identity have been exposed? Tsk, this is trouble."

Earlier, there had been such a commotion in the hallway, with Tao Buxin's blood-curdling screams, yet no one dared to come out and take a look. Left with no choice, Zong Le grabbed her by the collar and dragged her into one of the hospital rooms.

Inside the room, Number Two was packing his belongings as he shivered at the sounds from outside.

"The Boss is cleaning up disobedient people again."

Number Five, who usually kept his eyes closed, now had them wide open like a dead fish. He was deeply annoyed by Number Two's good luck, and the fact that this fool had even managed to secure a position as the Boss's lackey was beyond infuriating.

After all, that was the Boss! When the Boss had left the Psychiatric Department back then, he hadn’t accepted any offers from other weirds, he instead told them to focus on their treatment.

If you think about it, someone as powerful as the Boss, who even the hospital dean had to show some respect to, didn’t need the likes of the Psychiatric Department’s patients. Neither Number Two nor Number Five himself were particularly skilled in combat.

That’s exactly why Number Five was so resentful of Number Two.

While stewing in his jealousy, he still had to keep his voice low to gather information: "Hey, how did the Boss even agree to take you with him?"

"I just asked him directly."

"What?"

Just then, the sound of the door opening interrupted them.

Number Two immediately stood up straight. "Boss!"

"Oh, you’re packing up, huh."

Zong Le didn’t even glance at him, simply tossing Tao Buxin in front of Number Five’s bed. "Number Five, I remember you know hypnosis. Do me a favor."

Number Five was ecstatic and immediately replied, "Yes!"

He had just been envious of Number Two’s good fortune, and now an opportunity had landed right in his lap.

Number Five had long wanted to leave the Psychiatric Department. As an S-level weird, he was quite pathetic. Before his transformation, he had been partially paralyzed, and even after becoming a weird, he couldn’t use his regenerative abilities to heal himself, so he was stuck in the Psychiatric Department.

The Psychiatric Department wasn’t some charity organization offering free treatment. Every month, the medical department would come to draw his blood as payment for his hospital stay. 

But with the hospital dean, a high-level weird keeping him in check, Number Five, who had no ability to act on his own, could only watch helplessly.

"Boss, how would you like me to hypnotize her?" Number Five rubbed his hands together, fawning like a starving dog that had just spotted a bone.

"Alter her memories. Delete the memories of the past few days and leave no trace." As he spoke, Zong Le recalled the information he had just seen on the forum.

Being someone who was passionate about doing good deeds, he hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to go all the way: "She has been deeply brainwashed. Uproot all memories related to that manipulator. Can you do that?"

"Of course! Leave it to me, Boss."

Although he is not an offensive type, Number Five was a genuine S-level weird. His ability was hypnosis, and while in a hypnotic state, he could achieve the same effect as brainwashing. Moreover, since he specialized in this field, the results were exceptional.

"Alright, I'll leave her in your hands."

Zong Le nodded in satisfaction: "I’ll head out for a bit and come back later."

"Yes, Boss!"

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