The canteen is self-service, both Chinese and Western.

The chef is here, so he can let him fry eggs, fry steak, or grill chicken wings.

But for breakfast, just take two pieces of bread and let the chef fry an egg.

"Single or double-sided?" asked a voice from behind.

Mo Qiong was stunned and turned around suddenly, but found that there was no one behind him.

He had just heard the sound coming from behind, and the chef in front of him just moved his mouth slightly and did not make any sound.

"Ah, are you the new one? No need to look for it, I'm talking." The chef raised his head and smiled, but the voice still felt that someone was talking behind his back.

“Double-sided…”

Mo Qiong said, while waiting, he curiously said: "Does anyone you talk to have a voice coming from behind?"

"It's possible from anywhere, it won't be my direction anyway." The chef smiled, his voice floating, completely contrary to the binaural effect, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, and sometimes on the back.

Mo Qiong turned his back on his body, but his voice would come from the front, but he just didn't come from the direction where the chef was.

"What's the use of this?" Mo Qiong said.

"Why should it be useful? I used to be a spoon player, but now I am a spoon player. I have a more salary, so that's all. The only thing I have to do is pretend to be mute when I go back during the holidays... I handed over the plate." The chef put the cut eggs on Moqiong's plate.

Mo Qiong took the egg and thought to himself: This is still useful.

Misleading others with erratic voices is simply an assassin's magical skill.

Hiding in the dark waiting for the other party to approach, he shouted suddenly: Go to death!

Then the other party would definitely turn back in fear. At this time, he rushed out of the front and attacked, basically sure.

However, the chef obviously had never done such a thing, otherwise he would not have become an outsider, and the Blue and White Society would not need him, otherwise he would have trained him.

"What kind of people will be recommended? Think about it carefully, many restricted people actually have more skills and are very safe. However, in the past three years, the Blue and White Society has not chosen to train any restricted people."

"There is no doubt that if any characteristics are really safe, they will also make them appear on formal members, rather than cultivating ordinary people who have infected this ability from scratch."

"That is to say, the channels for selecting members among restricted people do not depend on their abilities at all."

Mo Qiong was thinking about eating breakfast, and with a group of Chinese helping him, Mo Qiong quickly learned some precautions for the restricted population.

The so-called precautions were summarized by Zhang Wei and the others themselves, and the Blue and White Society did not have any rigid regulations.

Because of this regulation, Lanbai Society has stipulated that one of the precautions is not to scold Brother Huo, but everyone cannot scold him because Lanbai Society has already asked Brother Huo not to reveal his real name.

The thing to note for a smoker is not to suck people for him, and it is best not to lend him other things, because no matter what he lends him, it is equivalent to sending cigarettes to him.

There was a new ignorant person who lent his wife: a figure to him for a day, and then the next day, he retrieved the ashes (smoke) of his wife.

Zhang Wei secretly pointed at someone and said, "Did you see that black man? Don't mess with him. The one with the most unstable mentality is that the Jie guy is covered with controlled knives and can pull out swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks from anywhere on his body, which is like moving the cold weapon bin."

"After Jie comes, he can't control himself. He once masturbates with a scalpel and castrates himself inadvertently. Since then, he has a cold and weird temper and draws his sword to scare people. It's a blessing that he is not stupid and hasn't really cut. He just intimidates him every time, but he has been quarantined twice. He will definitely not be able to become an outsider in the future. Basically, Jie is under surveillance for the rest of his life."

Mo Qiong was ashamed, this was so awesome.

Zhang Wei pointed to another pointing at another and said, "There is also that white old man. Don't look at him so old. He looked only twenty years old when he first came. Because he would get one year older after a sleep! The Blue and White Society is trying to help him remove the effect, but I guess he can only retire here, and he has no time to go. If he needs help, you can help."

Mo Qiong was stunned. This was really miserable.

"Just because of contact with the containment, life is now passing by madly?" Mo Qiong said.

Everyone sighed: "No, we are lucky. The doctors have said that many people affected by containment are basically dead ends, either harming others or themselves. If the smoker did not discover him in time and curb his addiction to smoking, the first person he would suck to death may be himself, or his relatives and friends around him."

"The efficiency of containment has its pros and cons, and there is no rule to follow. That old man is the worst one, and he can only passively accept the consequences."

"There is also the blonde guy who only has three hours of life every day, randomly appearing in the early morning, morning, noon, afternoon, and evening. This time it's morning, look, you'll probably die later. Then wait for a certain period of time the next day and then die again..."

Everyone talked in detail, explaining the situation here in detail.

Mo Qiong's worldview is constantly refreshing, and his understanding of the containment is becoming more and more profound.

Most people here are actually more likely to be unable to live a normal life by being contained.

Like the blonde guy, he just went into an abandoned factory bored and lost a lot of life since then. Others had twenty-four hours a day, and he had three hours a day... At other times, he was in a state of death and preservation. He was under the body, and he had no problem no matter how he died, because he was already a dead person. The next day, the injuries on the body would heal again. He lived for another three hours, repeating this cycle of birth and death.

This is equivalent to twenty-one hours a day less than others, and I can’t live normally, so I can only live on Mengdao.

The old white man was even worse. A smog suddenly appeared on the farm where he was. All the people who were soaked in the smog had been sleeping for a year. Everyone else had passed away, and only he was still alive, but people could not sleep. Now they could only sleep once every two days, but they would not live for a month. If the Blue and White Society could not find a way to save him, he might lie in bed one day. Like his parents, after a sleep, he would never wake up again.

"The smog is too terrible. Once it floats into the city, won't everyone die of old age quickly?" Mo Qiong said in amazement.

"Yes, fortunately, the Blue and White Society discovered it early, and urgently sent people to use several high-power instruments to suck away the haze without allowing it to spread or float away. I heard that many members and peripheral personnel were infected with the effect, because anyone who entered the haze would be infected with memes, and it would be useless to wear any protective clothing." Zhang Wei said.

"How could this happen? Where did this smog come from?" Mo Qiong was stunned and broke out in a cold sweat. If this thing appeared in a crowded place, how many people would die? If he had bumped into this thing in the past twenty years, he would have died long ago.

Zhang Wei said: "God knows where it comes from. The origin of the containment is a mystery. It is like something suddenly appeared in nature. The existence of the containment is often accompanied by disasters. Some distort ideas, some tamper with the rules, and some directly lead to a lot of strange effects. I can't explain clearly that the Blue and White Society handles this and specializes in containing the found containment. Otherwise, how is it called the containment?"

"They claim that all supernatural should be contained and controlled, and any abnormal effects that are out of control are harmful to humans."

"If you want to know about this, just go to class directly. There are standardized classes every day. The teacher is a formal member and knows a lot. If you ask something else, he will answer you. But some will tell you, and some will not tell you."

Mo Qiong nodded, he knew there was a classroom in the library.

All restricted people can go there to attend classes, and go there if you want to attend, and leave if you don’t want to attend.

The teachers there will teach them how to be a good peripheral personnel and how to learn to show the good side of their characteristics and suppress the bad side. If they cannot do it, they must learn to curb their own characteristics and avoid their characteristics harming others and oneself.

Zhang Wei and the others have been there, and there is basically no need to go there.

Mo Qiong is just a new arrival and wants to learn more about it now.

I have to understand that he doesn't know anything, which does not mean that this inexplicable containment will not come to him.

There are ready-made examples on Meng Island. It is true that people sit at home, and disaster comes from heaven.
Chapter completed!