69novels Chapter 131 "What do you want for breakfast today?"
Chapter 131 "What do you want for breakfast today?"
Chapter 131 "What do you want for breakfast today?" (Fifth update, 10,000 words completed. Please subscribe and vote!)
"Don't look at me like I'm crazy. Do you think I, a regional manager, want to do this kind of clerical work distributing questionnaires in this godforsaken place full of rotting flesh and radiation?"
Pei Qi touched the tattered brown paper folder in his hand with extreme pain and couldn't help but complain, "This thing is not only a one-time consumable, but also extremely precious. Even with my privileges, I only have a quota of less than five."
"If it weren't for the fact that you, this perfect prototype, possess extremely high value for united front work and research, I wouldn't have wasted this treasure on you!"
Despite his complaints, Pei Qi quickly changed the subject, his previously nonchalant, street-salesman-like attitude instantly disappearing.
"Listen up, Alex. This isn't a request, this is a notification."
Pei Qi stared intently into Alex's dark red eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"The final score of this questionnaire will directly determine my final attitude, and that of the Global Paranormal Alliance behind me, toward you."
"If you can prove in this questionnaire that beneath your body, made of a virus, there still beats a human soul—then congratulations."
"You will officially receive asylum from the United Nations. I will help you completely eradicate this cancer of Blackwatch, and even help you save your sister Dana."
"But if—"
Pei Qi deliberately dragged out the last syllable, a very "kind" smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
His right hand, which was tucked into his trench coat pocket, made a very subtle gesture as if he were gripping a gun handle.
"If the final results of the questionnaire determine that you have completely degenerated into a monster who takes pleasure in killing and is merely wearing the skin of Dr. Mercer—"
"Then I regret to say that I must physically erase you from this world."
So cherish this opportunity and answer it carefully. Never try to lie to it, because it goes straight to your soul.
After saying that, Pei Qi flicked his wrist and tossed the heavy folder to Alex like a frisbee.
"Smack."
Almost on instinct, Alex reached out his right hand and caught the flying folder in mid-air.
However, the instant his fingers touched the rough kraft paper surface, Alex's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.
Something's wrong! Something's extremely wrong!
As the perfect host for the Blacklight virus, its physical perception of matter's mass, density, and even air resistance has long since reached an abnormal level at the micrometer level.
This folder, when viewed from the side, contains at least a thick stack of yellow paper, but its weight in the hand has an extremely strange, almost eerie, sense of absolute stability, as if it were locked in by some supreme rule.
It's neither too light nor too heavy, exactly 314.15 grams!
Not a penny more, not a cent less.
The paper did not become heavier due to its water absorption rate, nor did it experience any weight shift due to wind.
It's as if this weight of 314.15 grams is a line of code that has been forcibly etched into the universe by some being!
"Conducting a psychological evaluation in a post-apocalyptic wasteland overrun by zombies—and the examiner is a monster who just tore a tank apart."
Alex looked at the folder in his hand and gave a self-deprecating laugh to himself.
"This is probably the most fucking absurd and darkly humorous thing I've ever encountered since I became this grotesque."
"However—since you say it can give me the answer—"
Alex took a deep breath, and with a desire to thoroughly dissect himself and find meaning in his existence, slowly opened the cover of the manila folder.
From Pei Qi's perspective, who was not far away, Alex was staring blankly at a stack of completely blank yellow papers without a single punctuation mark, looking like a silly goose.
But in Alex's own eyes, the world looked quite different.
The moment he turned to the first page, it seemed as if some unseen ghost was writing on the originally rough, blank paper.
Abruptly, stroke by stroke, a line of extremely delicate characters composed of black ink appeared.
"No pen?"
Alex frowned slightly, but the characteristics of the Blacklight virus allowed him to solve this office problem instantly.
He extended his right index finger, and the flesh at the tip instantly surged and peeled away with a tooth-grinding "crackling" sound, transforming into a hard bone spur as sharp as a pen nib.
Immediately afterwards, a drop of extremely thick, deadly, dark red viral fluid slowly seeped from the tip of the bone spur, serving as the most expensive ink in the world.
He was on edge, fully prepared mentally.
With a sense of impending doom, his gaze was fixed on the first line of text.
Question 1: What do you want to eat for breakfast today?
Alex: ?
He held up the bone spur finger, still dripping with viral fluid, and froze in place like a statue.
A gentle breeze swept across the ruins, stirring up a few fallen leaves, creating an awkward scene.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the line of text three times to make sure that his superhuman vision, which he was so proud of, hadn't produced any gibberish.
"this one?"
Alex looked up, and for the first time, a speechless expression appeared on his usually cold and expressionless face, reminiscent of an elderly person looking at their phone on the subway, even showing a hint of existential doubt.
"Are you sure this thing is really something the UN uses to test for high-risk monsters? Or is it just something you randomly pulled out of some elementary school mental health room to fool me?"
Alex pointed at the folder, looking at Pei Qi almost like he was a conman.
"Don't look at me, I have no idea what's written on it."
"The mechanism of this questionnaire is very special; it has a strong observer collapse effect." Only the participant holding the pen can see the questions.
Moreover, it's alive; it automatically generates the most suitable soul-searching questions based on your subconscious.
Pei Qi shrugged innocently, took out a golden apple from his inventory, and took a bite.
Pei Qi chewed on an apple and added vaguely, "Maybe it thought you looked hungry? After all, you probably haven't had a proper breakfast in a long time, right?"
"Generated automatically from the subconscious?"
As Alex looked at the questionnaire in his hand, a new idea, extremely rebellious and filled with strong resentment, suddenly popped into his mind.
"Since you want to test whether I'm a monster, then I'll give you a monster's answer!"
Alex snorted coldly, with a self-destructive malice, and swung the bone spur at his fingertips without hesitation.
On that seemingly ordinary yellow paper, he wrote an extremely bloody answer in a flamboyant and flamboyant manner with his scarlet viral fluid:
[The brains of the Blackwatch commander.]
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