It's so fucking hard to look at it!

With such personality characteristics, such living environment, and such living habits, this round of sojourners will probably only have twenty or thirty years left.

Another fucking twenty or thirty years!

Depression, disabled people, addicts, terminally ill patients...

I have been reborn several times in a row recently, and the people I live in are all this kind of person...

What is this? Are waste materials going to be pumped ten consecutive times?

The only good news is: On the 62nd day, two months were finally over.

The observation period is finally over.

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The subway speeds.

Chen Lin grabbed the ring and looked out the window. The position he was staring at, a certain actress was posing that obviously did not meet the needs of fighting, but definitely met the needs of aesthetics, at least meeting the needs of a certain age. She told the city the most mainstream cheap, fast, and shallow entertainment consumer group: Another martial arts masterpiece that reveals how ancient knights fell in love... Well, how to save the people of the world is about to be launched.

Of course, Chen Lin is not the target customer group of this drama, nor is he a fan of this female hero. He is blindly watching, but he wanders around the world.

Something is wrong recently... quite wrong...

Chen Lin felt something was wrong, but to be precise, it was two months and one day.

Sixty-one days ago, Chen Lin and a newly-employed young sister went downstairs to have dinner and added nicotine. He suddenly fainted for no reason without warning.

I was shocked and regretted the advance payment of my colleague Xiaomei, who was also shocked and anxious to contact the department director whom I would like to contact in the afternoon of the customer to communicate with me, so I hurriedly contacted the hospital.

Fortunately, before the ambulance arrived, Chen Lin got up by himself, got the meal money, got the communication meeting, spent 800 yuan, and obtained a thick stack of imaging diagnosis conclusions.

Everything is normal.

Nothing seems to have happened.

However, since then, Chen Lin began to feel something was wrong.

The most obvious abnormality—or symptom—is to be peeped at: it seems that someone is sneaking around him.

At first, Chen Lin thought that his fishing behavior during work hours caused dissatisfaction, but Chen Lin carefully observed for a few days and found that the person who was sneaking around should not be a colleague in the company, because most of the working hours, the colleagues were actually fishing, and most of the colleagues were more skilled in touching the fish than themselves.

It is even more impossible to have a surveillance device if you have time to have sex, and people who are so tired of taking care of themselves as the training objects for secret photography. Chen Lin is either closed, open, or complex in the toilet, park, urban village, etc., either in the toilet, park, urban village, etc., or in the time at home. This feeling of being peeped shows no sign of disappearing.

Even over time, it became more and more intense.

Or, it is becoming more and more unscrupulous.

The situation was very obvious: the last time I fainted, I probably hit my head, which led to a little bit of illness inside...

It seems that I have to take some time to go to the hospital. Being joked and suspicious is better than really evolving into a psychopath in the future...

Chen Lin was thinking this way, the cell phone in his pocket rang. He took out the phone, and the words "President Deng" were displayed on the lit screen.

"Mr. Deng..." Chen Lin hurriedly connected: "Sorry, the plan was made too late last night. I have arrived at Line 1, and I will soon..."

"Not to use the company anymore." Chen Lin's explanation was interrupted directly.

Fortunately, the other end of the phone did not ask Chen Lin to find the financial salary, but continued: "...The communication will change the place, you can go directly, contact Manager Zhang there on the address... You can record the phone..."

"Okay, OK." Chen Lin quickly responded: "Please wait, I'll remember..."

Chen Lin quickly put down the phone, quickly pressed the voice-over, quickly clicked a social tool, and quickly opened a dialog box: "Please say..."

“15106144165…Remember it?”

"15106144165..." Chen Lin repeated and entered in the dialog box: "I wrote it down."

"Then contact us quickly. Time is very tight. Let's contact us now. If you ask, please send us the address to other colleagues."

"Okay, I'll be..." Chen Lin was only halfway through, and the other person had hung up the phone directly.

I...

Chen Lin looked at the prompt "The other party has hung up" in disappointment.

Thinking that there were colleagues waiting for him to ask for the address, Chen Lin quickly switched back and forth between the chat tool dialog box and the dialing keyboard, quickly entered the phone number he had just recorded, and then pressed the dialing button.

A few seconds later, a sweet female voice came from the phone that was sticking to Shen Lin’s ear:

"The phone number you called is an empty number, please verify it..."

Empty number?

Chen Lin put down the phone, a little confused, and his fingers pressed and re-dialed uncontrollably.

"The phone number you dialed is an empty number..."

I'm in trouble... Did you remember the wrong number or type in the wrong number?

Chen Lin frowned slightly and clicked on the chat tool used to record phone numbers again.

What a hell is this? Did I choose the wrong person?

Chen Lin quickly returned to the previous menu.

That’s right! Only this person has a [draft] prompt!

Chen Lin frowned deeply. He clicked on the only dialog box with input records again, looking at the number of the dialog box, he looked confused.

There is indeed a string of numbers in the dialog box, but it is absolutely impossible to be a mobile phone number.

What about teasing me? Whose mobile phone number will grow like this:
Chapter completed!