I Got My Cheat Skill by Acting My Way into a Horror Protagonist Role Chapter 87
Although Zero might not be reliable most of the time, since it said this was just a similar pyramid scheme organization without any real threat, it shouldn't be wrong.
What's worrying is that changes occurred within just these few dozen hours.
From the moment he got on the vehicle until the physical examination ended, the data package finally finished uploading successfully. Xiao Gui'an carefully examined the information.
His eyes hidden beneath the black hoodie covertly scanned the factory, matching each person mentioned in the documents one by one.
It was clear that the people currently in the factory belonged to two different factions.
Those wandering around were obviously not part of the original pyramid scheme group.
Zhao Jie's group from the pyramid scheme organization clearly had weaker presence, their expressions frequently showing unease and restraint as they eagerly tried to help with tasks.
The leadership of this pyramid scheme organization had likely changed hands long ago. Previously it was all empty promises and deception, with loose management that achieved no real results.
Only those temporarily blinded by greed would join, boasting about non-existent big business opportunities.
They didn't get absorbed earlier or later, but precisely when Xiao Gui'an arrived.
Probably they had only taken over about half a day ago.
The efficiency was high enough, and the intimidation strong enough—the other organization that came knocking was definitely no pushover.
"Go in for photos! From now on we're officially employed people!" Zhao Jie shouted, directing Gui Yi and others into different rooms. No one knew what awaited them inside those tightly closed compartments.
Two young men seemed to sense something wrong and tried to leave, but were immediately stopped as people swarmed around them.
A crew-cut man in a leather jacket smiled coldly. "Why the hurry? Take your photos, get your work badges, then leave—no rush. We're a legitimate factory."
The trained men didn't resort to violence, but there seemed to be faint sounds of bullets being chambered, watching everyone with threatening eyes that made hearts tremble. The two young men had no choice but to submit and silently return to the line.
Each person spent about ten minutes inside, then came out completely intact. Aside from looking somewhat dazed right after exiting, they quickly returned to normal.
Their faces showed no fear—instead they seemed quite energetic, with no trace of wanting to leave visible anymore, fresh work badges hanging around their necks.
This was clearly abnormal.
Were they drugged?
"Your turn—" a voice sounded in his ear as the so-called 'photo room' opened before Xiao Gui'an.
Xiao Gui'an gently raised his eyes, then stepped inside.
"Click—" the door shut tightly.
The photo room contained very little: white walls on all sides, one table, two chairs, a computer, a printer, plus photography equipment on the other side and a standing fill light.
Behind the photography equipment hung a large bronze-colored wall clock with a glass cover and hollow center.
On the other side of the table sat a man in a business suit, with a tower-shaped clock beside his hand. In the somewhat silent room, the clock's ticking gently echoed in their ears.
"Take off your hat and mask, face the camera for your photo."
The suited man glanced casually at Gui Yi as he made the request, then continued entering information into the computer.
The black-haired youth obediently removed his hoodie cap and mask, sitting on the chair.
The camera automatically detected his face—click—the fill light in front seemed somewhat dazzling, creating halos of light that made people feel dazed and disoriented.
His gaze couldn't focus properly, only able to see the large clock behind the photography equipment.
The hollow center seemed to contain some eerie dark presence that instantly captured one's spirit, making people lose sense of where they were.
"Now, turn around—I need to enter some information—"
The suited man said in a businesslike manner. The black-haired youth turned around just like the previous people, his eyes somewhat vacant as the tower clock's second hand kept moving, ticking incessantly.
After completely processing the previous person's information, the suited man looked at the photo that popped up on the computer and paused his movements.
In the photo, the black-haired youth wore a smile, appearing pure and clean, but there seemed to be dark red pigment on his face and neck.
His slightly curled black hair fell down with damp traces, and deep within those black eyes seemed to be endless crimson. The smile on his face appeared to have two outward-turned flesh wounds, faintly showing the image of a malevolent ghost.
Huh?—
Was he seeing things?
The suited man rubbed his eyes and looked carefully—the youth in the photo still appeared obedient and honest.
Turning around, he saw the other had put his hoodie cap and mask back on, head lowered so his face wasn't visible.
He slightly frowned, tapping his fingers on the table twice, his voice stern to create psychological pressure. "Take off your hat—I need to enter some relevant information—"
"Okay..." a low response came from beneath the black hoodie.
Getting a response, the suited man's tone immediately softened, showing a friendly smile. Such contrast easily made nervous people lower their guard. "Don't be nervous, we can communicate like friends, being open with each other..."
It was hypnosis—
Or more deeply, hypnosis using ghost power.
Some ghost power was attached to that large clock and small tower clock.
"Come, let's get to know each other first. What's your name?" the hypnotist said softly.
"Me—"
The college student drew out his tone, gently raising his head—his appearance had completely transformed.
His originally curled black hair had become like withered grass, and beneath the black hair were terrifying blood-filled eyes carrying intense malice and mockery.
The face beneath the black mask was already ruined, flesh torn, sharp teeth exposed, with incomplete black stitches densely covering both sides of his cheeks—ferocious and horrifying.
"I am Gui Yi—"
"!!!" The suited man's throat seemed choked, the huge impact making his eyes widen slightly, unable to speak for a moment. "You... you..."
"Now..."
The black-haired ghost seemed quite satisfied with his panicked expression, tilting his head slightly as pale fingers pressed against the tower clock, covering that annoying ticking sound.
His half-cut crimson tongue trembled slightly as the deep, hoarse voice controlling people's minds emerged from his bottomless throat. The black-haired ghost issued his command.
"Obey me—"