I was transported from Lobotomy Corporation to another world.

In the stillness of the night...

The noise outside the hotel window gradually subsided; although some people went out at night, they all returned home by around 11 p.m.

After all, in this world, while daytime may not be safe, nighttime is definitely dangerous!

This is knowledge ingrained in everyone's mind in this world; even aristocratic parties always end before midnight.

Reed and Noelle were both lying on the same bed. Noelle was small, and the bed was large enough for two people.

If it were the old Noelle, she would not only feel awkward about sleeping with a grown man who smelled of blood, but she would also feel resistant.

But after experiencing this for so long, Noelle gradually got used to it.

Noelle didn't resist at all; she felt incredibly safe.

Noelle, sleeping on her side, had her mouth slightly open and her chest rising and falling gently with her breathing, proving that she was asleep.

Reid had one arm behind his head, and the pillow was, of course, under Noelle's head.

Reed glanced at Noelle, who was sleeping in front of him, then looked up at the ceiling.

Perhaps because he had slept in many times in the morning, Reed was unusually not sleepy at night.

Red sat up and looked at Bodie, who was curled up asleep in the corner.

Reed still doesn't understand what anomalies are; he's only vaguely heard that they originate from human thoughts.

For example, fear, urban legends, myths, fairy tales, ideas

If many people conjure up a false monster in their minds, then that false monster will be extracted as an anomaly.

Reed had complained many times before that this thing that could extract aliens was very dangerous.

Reid has repeatedly believed that the company is playing with fire and will get burned; these anomalies have appeared and cannot be killed, and they are restless even when locked up.

In his past dealings with anomalies, Reid felt that these anomalies were more like NPCs in a game.

If the pressure work doesn't cause problems, continue with the pressure; if the instinctive work has a high probability of causing problems and won't trigger other issues, then continue with the instinctive work.

These aberrations seem to never get tired of things, and their thoughts remain completely unchanged.

Some experiences won't cause anomalies, making one kinder or more cruel.

Absolutely not! That's why Reed thinks the Abnormality is very similar to a game NPC.

but now……

Reed stared intently at Body in the corner, but the anomaly before him had changed.

My old colleague Bodie's routine was all about being cute and barking like a dog; he always had a smile on his face.

Even though chaos had broken out outside, triggering a level three alarm, the entire company was filled with noise and screams.

Bodie in front of me was wagging its tail and looking happy.

But now that Bodhi has arrived in another world without the suppressor, he will be forced to join another team in order to survive.

When it's fierce, it feels wronged and scared, and it might want to eat cured meat to show itself, making it more vivid.

These memories and thoughts shattered Reed's long-held belief that Abnormalities were NPCs.

The reason why the abnormal beings in the company seem so rigid and unchanging is probably due to the suppressor.

Without the inhibitors, these aberrations would likely be able to experience anger and sadness normally, not because of their own rules, but as genuine emotional states of their own.

Red sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Whenever Red spaced out, he would think about many things.

Reed, who had been looking at Body, suddenly glanced warily at the balcony. "Hmm..."

The balcony is small, even somewhat cramped, but it's not enclosed by glass or curtains.

In other words, if someone outside wanted to assassinate someone inside the house remotely, this balcony would be the perfect accomplice.

In the quiet night, Red keenly heard a sound coming from outside.

Moreover, it's near the balcony; who would climb a hotel wall in the middle of the night?

Reed's right hand slowly reached for the pickaxe lying to the side...

The strange sound was getting closer, and it seemed to be coming towards his room.

Reed stared intently at the blind spot on the balcony, his right hand gripping the pickaxe, his left hand holding the rope attached to it.

But gradually the sound faded into the distance. Reed listened carefully and realized it wasn't coming towards his room.

Reed stood up and slowly walked to the balcony, looking down.

A person was crawling on the uneven wall of the hotel, dressed in black with a knife hanging from their waist.

Reed glanced at him and then looked away, realizing what this person did for a living.

Climbing the wall in the middle of the night, dressed entirely in black, with a knife hanging from his waist.

It's clearly an assassin or some kind of assassination profession. It seems this assassin is looking to kill some unfortunate soul.

In short, it was a false alarm. Reed yawned, feeling a little sleepy.

Reed lay back on the bed, his eyes, still bandaged, slowly closing...

[Room next door]

Little Red Riding Hood held a brass key in one hand and scissors in the other. With each step she took, the bloodstains from her boots stained the floor red.

The staff member who was supposed to be snoring on the night shift was disemboweled, his intestines spilling out onto the floor. Little Red Riding Hood held a brass key and looked at the numbers engraved on it.

She glanced at the door number again. "This is it..." Little Red Riding Hood used the red key to open the door and went inside first.

Following closely behind the zombies, Little Red Riding Hood turned around and glanced at them.

The zombies seem to move a bit faster at night, and they look less silly.

But since zombies are undead creatures, it seems reasonable that they would be stronger at night.

Little Red Riding Hood had her eye on this inn, but since she had no money, booking a room was out of the question.

Even if she had the money, Little Red Riding Hood wouldn't want to do this. Waiting until late at night, Little Red Riding Hood sneaked in and murdered the receptionist.

Because it was nighttime, the zombies were less sluggish, though still a bit clumsy, but they managed to sneak in with Little Red Riding Hood.

There's only one person on duty at the hotel at night anyway, so it doesn't matter if the zombies make noise.

He easily killed the staff member on duty and grabbed a key...

Little Red Riding Hood glanced at the zombie, then turned away. "This is the first time I've ever had a room with a corpse..."

The room next to Little Red Riding Hood's was the same room where Red and Noelle were.

But because Rhett was already asleep, he didn't hear Little Red Riding Hood's words.

After Little Red Riding Hood finished speaking, the zombie stood there with its head drooping, showing no reaction.

Little Red Riding Hood kicked the zombie that was stuck in the door frame inside, and then closed the door.

Then Little Red Riding Hood lay down on the big bed. "You sleep on the floor. If you dare sleep on this bed, I'll cut off your third leg."

Good news: The zombies have no intention of lying in bed.

Bad news: The zombies keep pacing around the room, occasionally letting out low, guttural growls.

The noise kept Little Red Riding Hood awake, so she kicked the zombie over and then tied its legs and hands.

Then they stuffed a pebble into the zombie's mouth, which rendered the zombie completely unable to make a sound on the floor.

If it weren't for the rope she happened to have, Little Red Riding Hood actually wanted to break the zombie's legs.

"Finally, it's quiet. It's nighttime, so you need to go to sleep, understand?" Little Red Riding Hood whispered to the zombie, who didn't react at all.

Little Red Riding Hood tossed her large scissors aside; the sound of them hitting the ground was enough to wake up some people with poor sleep quality.

Then I lay down on the bed and fell asleep...