Chapter 216 The Blood Bank

After spending some time in room 216 and coming back out, he wouldn't have to worry about encountering Chad for a short while.

Therefore, Feng Bujue slowed down his pace a little.

To make a long story short, ten minutes later, he re-entered the elevator and pressed the button marked B1.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and a rumbling sound began.

Before long, the doors reopened. In front of him was a corridor only five meters long, and at the other end was a thick metal door.

"What is this, a bank vault or something..." Feng Bujue muttered as he walked out of the elevator.

In the few steps from the elevator door to the blood bank door, he seemed to have figured something out, and suddenly smiled. "That's right... in the Monster Kingdom, blood is definitely something that needs to be carefully guarded."

Soon, Feng Bujue took out his key and opened the blood bank door. Before he even went in, he heard someone inside speaking, "Who is it?"

This "person's" voice was very unique, like the hooting of an owl. Even when saying a short sentence, a strange "coo..." sound would come from their throat.

"It's me..." Feng Bujue's reaction was quick. Without thinking, he replied, "Lester."

"Oh..." the speaker responded casually.

While replying, Jue Ge peeked into the room...

Behind the metal door was a space of about two hundred square meters. Compared to the other rooms in the hospital, this place was surprisingly spacious. In the very center of the blood bank was a desk, and the low-temperature storage cabinets for blood were neatly arranged around the room, standing against the walls.

At this moment, the "person" sitting at the desk was slowly flipping through a magazine, seemingly treating "Lester's" visit with a nonchalant attitude.

"Because it's underground... the space is so wide?" Feng Bujue said, looking around as he entered the room.

"It's your shift today," the person at the desk said again.

Getting closer, Feng Bujue noticed that this guy was also an incredibly bizarre-looking NPC...

This person's face could be divided into three layers... First, the bottom layer of their skin was like rock, pitted and glowing faintly; then, on top of this layer of skin, there was a sparse layer of light green hair, which looked quite soft... Finally, on the outer layer of their face, there was a layer of material like a fence, crisscrossing and covering their face, with a texture much like human fingernails.

When Feng Bujue saw this person's face, three sentences immediately popped into his head: "What is your purpose in coming to Earth? Is this performance art? Are you itchy?"

Of course, he wouldn't actually say these things out loud.

"Yeah, it's me." After quickly scanning the other person's name tag, Jue Ge continued, "How's it going tonight... Frank?"

"Same old, same old," Frank replied. "It's always the same for us who work in seventy-two-hour shifts (some monsters only sleep every few days)." As he spoke, he glanced at Feng Bujue. "You've come at the right time, can you help me peel an apple?" He nodded toward an apple placed on the desk.

When Feng Bujue heard this request, he couldn't help but feel a little strange, thinking: *Can't this guy peel it himself? And... how does he know that I happen to have a folding knife on me?*

Although he was suspicious, in order not to reveal his identity, Feng Bujue still did as he was told. He picked up the apple, leaned against the edge of the desk, and began to peel it over a wastepaper basket.

"Thanks, I always trouble you," Frank said, putting down the magazine in his hand and picking up some documents and a pen from the desk. "You're here to get blood for the Count, right?"

*Could this guy be able to read minds?* Feng Bujue thought to himself. *Impossible... has he already seen through me?*

"Ah... yes." Cold sweat trickled down Jue Ge's back, but on the surface, he still acted normal, responding to the other party with a calm tone.

"Well, I just need to fill out a few forms," Frank said, lowering his head and getting busy. "Wait a moment."

At this moment, Feng Bujue noticed that Frank's left hand seemed to be disabled. That left hand had no fingers, only two short pieces of stone (or flesh, for him) protruding from the palm. Frank could barely use this hand to hold the paper, but he certainly couldn't hold an apple or a knife.

"You're a really good person, Lester," Frank said. "Alas... I don't know who else will specially come over to peel an apple for me after you're gone." He shook his head and sighed again.

"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled and replied, "Maybe... other people's opinions are different from yours, there are probably quite a few people who are hoping I'll leave, right?"

Jue Ge remembered very clearly that the opening line of the script mentioned... "No one likes you, Lester"; "The personnel department has decided to fire you, you will be replaced by a gentleman who is about to retire... everyone thinks he can do a better job than you"...

"What are you talking about?" Frank raised his head, his eyes glowing brighter. "You're the most popular employee here... Although you often do things that aren't in accordance with the rules, you're always helping everyone out. I heard the Director insisted on firing you, and everyone was very sad."

"What?" Feng Bujue stopped peeling the apple, his expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Wait... then... what about Chad? He should be hoping I'll leave, right?"

"What's wrong with you today? You're saying strange things," Frank replied with a puzzled look. "You and Chad are best friends, you've been buddies since kindergarten all the way to high school." He sighed slightly. "I know, after his sister passed away, Chad hasn't been able to get out of the shadow of grief, and he's even blamed you for it, but I think you'll eventually reconcile..."

When Feng Bujue heard these words, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and his mind raced: *What's going on... it's different from the opening words of the script...* Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit him. *Wait... if the person who said those words... is the Director...*

...

Two minutes later, Feng Bujue finished peeling the apple and placed it in front of Frank, smiling, "Okay, buddy."

Frank said, "Ah... I still have to be busy here for a while." He tilted his head slightly. "Type B blood is in the usual place, in cabinet number 17, just take two bags."

"Okay," Feng Bujue responded, walked to the wall, opened the freezer, and took out two bags of type B blood.

Then, he turned around and walked towards the door.

"Uh... I'll just ask," Feng Bujue stopped at the door, turned his head and said, "You should know the current date and time, right, Frank?"

This was a very obvious thing, someone who was in an underground blood bank, working a seventy-two-hour shift, should have something to keep track of time. Otherwise... if the person taking over his shift never came, he might unknowingly stay there forever...

"Now it's..." Frank didn't look at any clocks or instruments, his expression suddenly became very serious. "December 6th, 3:30 in the morning." He paused, raised his head, and looked straight into Jue Ge's eyes. "Lester... your time is really running out."

He wasn't the first person (or monster) to remind Lester to pay attention to "time"... but the system had never given any related hints.

"I'll be as quick as possible, don't worry," Feng Bujue replied. Then, he was silent for two seconds, and before leaving, he still left a sentence, "You... take care."

At this time, Jue Ge's expression was solemn, he seemed to already know something...

He quickly walked into the elevator, returned to the second floor, and then ran in the corridor.

"As expected..." Feng Bujue said as he ran, "After I 'realized' it, the physiological reaction appeared..." He looked down at his hand, his entire palm had turned purple-black.

"Hoo..." He tried to exhale, and white mist appeared.

"Time is indeed running out," Feng Bujue thought to himself, "The currently still unknown props are... a white sock, a backup key that I don't know what door it opens, and a small mirror... I hope I can use them..." He glanced at his palm again. "Hoo... after completing this blood delivery mission, I have to go to the third floor no matter what... judging from the current situation, I can only last for another hour at most... Lester's 'body' will die..."