absurd deduction game.

Chapter 697 When Carlos saw the actor
In addition to the cleanup team, most of the survivors in the base are responsible for working to maintain the basic operations of the base.

Except for the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, the rest of the people were also assigned the same working time and place as the cleaning team. After the evening meal time, some people could go to wash and rest, while others had to hurry up and finish the unfinished work during the day.

Because in order to save energy, the base will turn off all the lights at ten o'clock, leaving only the necessary facilities for patrol personnel and the voice-activated lights in the corridors of the dormitory area. At that time, the virus will be active. The management has regulations. After ten o'clock, except for the toilet , have to stay in the dormitory and don't go anywhere.

Carlos was wearing the uniform of the base with white stripes and an apron, humming while mopping the floor while bending over.

He works in two-day shifts, this time cleaning out the base's conference room—along with his roommates.

The meeting room is located in the central building of the entire base complex. It is not small in size. One side of the wall was removed and replaced with floor-to-ceiling glass windows from top to bottom.

The orange-red sky is reflected outside the window, and the clouds tightly cover the sun. Since the end of the world, this world has never faced the sun again. When the weather is the best, the halo of the sun can only be seen through the thick clouds. .

The weather this evening is good, the sky is clear, as if it is being burned by fire, the green leaves are blown by the wind, covering the eyes full of gorgeous gems.

The sky and the jungle complement each other, and when Carlos looks up, his green eyes and the reflection of the sky have the same effect.

Those eyes were full of warmth, and from the fact that he was humming happily, he knew that the beautiful scenery on the ground was very suitable for him.

"Brother Luo, you seem to be in a good mood?" The roommate is a very young child, maybe fourteen or fifteen years old, with a standard oriental face. He came to Carlos with a bucket and wiped it on his cheek with the back of his hand. dust.

"It's beautiful outside, isn't it?" Carlos smiled at the child, "If the sky could be redder...it really is a world where the setting sun is like blood, and the whole blood-colored sky is overturned, how poetic it is."

Children can't be dealt with by him.

After two seconds of silence, the child said with a dull face: "Brother Luo, I have never met anyone who is more knowledgeable than you, but why do you say some thoughtful and terrifying things from time to time..."

"Just kidding." Carlos shrugged, put the mop into the bucket brought by the child, and turned the pole of the mop quickly to clean the mop.

The meeting room has been cleaned almost, and we only need to mop the last small piece of open space, and we can call it a day.

Then it was time for him to send a message to Zhao Yijiu.

"You are always scary." The child pouted, "It makes me always wonder if you are infected with a virus, Brother Luo, scaring people will scare people to death!"

"Well, if you had the chance to study art, you wouldn't think so." Carlos stretched out an index finger and nodded the child's head, "Art is always more extreme and exaggerated, you are too young to understand the poetry of destruction."

"Is that so?" The child was a little skeptical, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it, because he really didn't have the opportunity to learn art, and the end of the world came too early.

At this moment, someone knocked on the closed door of the conference room from outside.

The man was very polite, and after knocking three times, he waited quietly outside without making a sound.

Carlos smiled unchanged, muttering: "Is anyone going to use the meeting room?"

The child was also surprised, wiped his hands on the apron on his body, and bounced: "I'll open the door."

He was really happy—had been happy all day.

He likes little Luoge very much. When staying with little Luoge, he can always hear all kinds of novel stories, and the atmosphere is very relaxed and happy. Little Luoge seems to always have the ability to control the rhythm of speech, not It bored him, but probably everyone else in the dormitory thought so too, and Little Luo was always surrounded by a bunch of people, like twinkling stars.

Today I happened to be assigned to work with little Luo Ge, only the two of them, the child felt that he was being watched alone by the stars all the time, and he was very happy all day long.

He has no family, but he is very dependent on this roommate he has only known for two weeks, maybe this is called charisma.

With a smile on his face, the child reached out and opened the door.

Then he froze.

Standing outside the door was a young man of medium build, with an external breathing filter on his face and the combat uniform of the base on his body.

The young man wore a ponytail, a few strands of hair fell from the corners of his temples, his eyebrows and eyes fell in the air very softly, and his whole person exuded a moon-like temperament.

Seeing the child, the young man smiled and said hello: "Hello."

"Wow, hello." The child sighed, and then came back to his senses. He turned to Carlos in surprise and said, "Brother Luo, you are the one who cleans up the team!"

Carlos paused, straightened his waist, and glanced over here with his green eyes.

Then his good mood seemed to crack, and his whole body showed a weird expression, as if he was called to the door by some trouble.

He held his hands on his lips and cleared his throat: "It's you, ahem, the new member of the cleaning team, came to the meeting room at this time, is it to inform me that someone needs to use the meeting room?"

"No, I have something to do with you." The young man still smiled with a calm tone.

"Huh? But Brother Luo and I are still working." The child saw that the atmosphere between the two was not right, and subconsciously helped Carlos find an excuse, "If the big brother wants to find Brother Luo, we can talk about it after we finish work." Bar?"

"What a smart kid." The young man's smile deepened, and he looked down at the kid with unknown meaning, and stretched out his hand.

He seemed to want to touch the top of the child's head.

But before it touched the child's hair, a stick came across and blocked his hand.

The young man raised his head as expected, and saw Carlos holding the mop stick, with a wary expression on his face, showing a stiff smile: "It's easy to talk, anyway, the work is almost finished anyway, the cleaning team should have something to do with me, it doesn't matter."

Then Carlos turned his head and said to the child: "Little guy, you didn't eat dinner, you must be hungry, leave the rest to me, you still have time to go to the cafeteria."

The child hesitated.

Carlos narrowed his eyes, and calmly emphasized his tone: "Hurry up and eat, the child is going to grow up."

Hearing the cue, the child tugged at the hem of his clothes in confusion, and finally turned around and ran away.

All of a sudden, there were only two people left around the conference room.

The actor smiled: "This stick is really blocked in time. If you don't move, I will shatter his soul."

"But he's still a kid." Carlos' professional smirk showing eight teeth shone in the orange-red sky of the French windows behind him.

The actor was noncommittal, and commented: "A child who is in the way."

(End of this chapter)