The calendar on the wall showed that this day was November 24, 2000. Feng Bujue was working in a company that produced electronic equipment. It was considered a big company in the town, but it was far behind compared with companies in big cities. 44rc
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Before Feng Bujue started investigating, he touched his pocket as usual, and the three keys appeared again, which probably meant that this item would be used soon.
As a person living in the 1950s, when there is a computer in front of him, he will definitely open it first and then... nothing more. Looking at the black screen and the flashing cursor,
Feng Bujue, who knew basically nothing about DOS, was immediately dumbfounded.
He helplessly began to look through the paper documents on the table. After spending twenty minutes, he basically determined that these were useless pieces of paper. So he went to look through the drawers of the desk one by one. Unsurprisingly, there was a drawer
It was locked. He took out the key and tried it, and sure enough there was a suitable one.
After opening the drawer, Feng Bujue saw a large envelope, which was bulging inside. Under the large envelope, there was a small envelope with the word "Dictionary" written on it.
Feng Bujue looked around furtively, and then opened the two envelopes and read them. The larger envelope contained Hirata Shuichi's resume. This guy actually graduated from Kyoto University. No wonder he was able to sit in the deputy chair before he was thirty years old.
Considering the minister's position, I really don't know why he would seek development in a small town like this.
What was in that small envelope was naturally a resignation letter. Feng Bujue also read it and roughly understood some of the situation. This Hirata is a good person. He wants to retain as many employees as possible whose families are in difficulty, and he himself
You have already made the decision to resign.
After reading it, Feng Bujue put everything back, locked the drawer again, and went to the toilet.
The reason why he hid in the toilet cubicle was because he planned to try using [Win the Thousand Miles] again. He didn't want to use it in an office with many people. If the splitting headache feeling came again, he would suddenly stop using it.
If you fall on the chair, hold your head, or fall to the ground, it may cause a commotion.
After taking a deep breath, Feng Bujue activated his title skill, but the result was the same as the last time he used it. A heart-piercing pain burst out in his skull, and there was still no boss data in front of him. It just flashed across his face.
Kong. This face is the same as the last time I saw it. His expression is numb, his eyes are wide open, but his eyes are lifeless.
Just as Feng Bujue was covering his head and gradually recovering from dizziness and headache, he heard the sound of the toilet door being opened. From the sound of footsteps, he could tell that two people had walked in.
The two men walked to the urinal and chatted wordlessly while solving the problem.
"Hey...did you see it at the top of the stairs just now?"
"Ah, yes, that scumbag minister is getting bolder and bolder."
"Shh! Be careful if others hear you..."
"Tch...just hear it. Anyway, I don't want to do it for a long time. Isn't that bastard Fukui responsible for everything that the company has become like?" The man spat and said angrily: "He always does something.
Stupid decision, but shirks the responsibility to others. It is said that he has embezzled public funds for more than a day or two, and the company is facing bankruptcy. Fortunately, he bought that luxurious mansion a few days ago as if nothing had happened.
And moved in...it’s because of these moths that everyone loses their job.”
"Sigh... Even if we know, what can we, the lower-level employees, do?"
The two of them had already arrived at the sink. After washing their hands, there was the sound of lighters lighting up cigarettes. They each smoked a cigarette and then said: "The most pitiful one is Hirata-kun. He always has to deal with that bastard."
It’s a mess. It’s probably that guy’s idea to put Hirata in charge of layoffs and things like enmity.”
"It's true that good people don't get rewarded. I also heard that Hirata's house happens to be in the area that was most severely damaged by the last typhoon. Now he and his wife can only move to the long house in Sanchome."
"Huh? Can anyone live in that place?"
"Who says it isn't?" The man puffed out smoke: "But the worst thing is that his wife cheated on him behind his back."
"Yes, you are so blatantly making love to me with the minister on the stairs, even us bystanders can't stand it." The man also puffed out smoke: "It is said that Hirata-kun gave up his promising future in Tokyo a few years ago.
, I came back to my hometown specifically just for Haruko. When Hariko came to work in this company, it was because of Hirata-kun’s relationship of humiliating himself and begging for help. Now that woman is hanging out with that scumbag minister all day long for money, and her husband
It’s really disgusting to do such shady things under the eyes of others.”
Feng Bujue was simply shocked when he heard the dialogue between these two NPCs. This script is definitely ruining his outlook on life. Shuichi Hirata is more than a tragedy... The house was destroyed by a typhoon, his wife went to bed with a scumbag, and his job is almost gone.
I don't seem to have much money. I gave up a great future and youth but got nothing in exchange. Moreover, I am still chasing ghosts and demons all day long. I'd better end this kind of thing on my own as soon as possible.
"Hey... there seems to be someone in that cubicle." The two people talking suddenly lowered their voices.
"Did you hear it... By the way, who is inside..."
"Oops... when I passed the office just now, Hirata-kun didn't seem to be in his seat. Could it be..."
The voices of the two people gradually became so low that Feng Bujue couldn't hear them.
He was still thinking about how to get out of this situation... Unexpectedly, this problem was solved immediately, because Feng Bujue lost control of his body again.
"Impossible! Still coming?" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Don't tell me that this script has four or more main lines! Is this still over?"
The answer is, yes, and it’s over.
This time, even the system voice did not sound, and the scenery in front of Feng Bujue did not turn into CG, but turned into a projection on the wall. At this second, he was already in a room with four walls made of cement.
, there were no windows, and the door was not in his sight.
When he came back to his senses, he found that he could suddenly see colors, and the clicking sound in his ears gradually became clearer.
At this moment, Feng Bujue is wearing a mental patient's straitjacket, with his hands crossed horizontally in front of his chest. His two sleeves have no cuffs, go around the body, and connect after standing up. His neck, waist, legs and ankles
They were tightly bound by a special belt buckle, which fixed their body on a chair. The whole person could only maintain a sitting position, and it was very laborious to even rock from side to side.
What made him most uncomfortable was that his eyelids were fixed on the orbits with tape and could not be closed. At this moment, he only felt that his eyes were dry and extremely uncomfortable.
The clicking sound came from a small projector on the table behind him. This device was pointed at the wall in front of Feng Bujue, projecting an image captured on black and white film. The last frame of the image,
It's the toilet just now.
Snap, snap.
Someone stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers twice in front of Feng Bujue's eyes. Feng Bujue turned his eyes and saw a man in his thirties, wearing a very old plaid suit. The clothes looked like
It's very old-fashioned, but the workmanship and fabrics are obviously very sophisticated, which shows that it's expensive.
The man wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a regular hairstyle. He looked ordinary and had a kind expression, but he was looking at Feng Bujue with a little doubt in his eyes.
"Hirata-kun, are you okay?" the man asked.
"Who are you?" Feng Bujue replied.
The man's expression changed slightly, he took out a mini flashlight from his pocket, shined it on Feng Bujue's eyeballs, and looked closer.
Feng Bujue's eyes became even more uncomfortable when he was stimulated by the light: "Hey! Don't be like this! It's too dazzling. Who are you? Doctor?"
"I'm Dr. Watanabe, don't you remember me?" the man asked.
"How did I get here? What are you doing?" Feng Bujue asked.
"I told you a long time ago, doctor, you are wasting your time." Another voice came from behind Feng Bujue, which was a blind spot in his sight, but the owner of the voice quickly came up from behind.
The man was about fifty years old, with gray hair on his temples and a fierce and bold face. He was wearing a windbreaker and holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.
"Police Department Tachibana, please don't interrupt me, it's very important now." Watanabe said.
"Tch..." Tachibana put out the cigarette butt unhappily, put his hands in his pockets, and stared at Feng Bujue, or in other words, at Shuichi Hirata.
"Did you remember anything? Hirata-kun." Watanabe asked.
"I..." Feng Bujue didn't know how to answer. What he was sure of so far was that the three stories he had just experienced were all the memories of Hirata Shuichi. He decided to tell the truth and see what feedback this NPC would give him.
What message: "I was walking on the way home and met the cracked girl..."
As soon as he said his first sentence, Tachibana next to him yelled: "Asshole! You're done, aren't you?" He was about to come up and grab Feng Bujue's hair, but fortunately Dr. Watanabe stopped him in the middle.
"Police department, calm down!" Watanabe shouted to stop him.
"Police department..." Feng Bujue has been thinking about the situation in front of him since just now. At this moment, he made a bold inference: "Did I kill someone?"
"Did he commit murder?" Tachibana repeated what he said, then sneered, then laughed: "You finally confessed, right? I thought you were going to deny it to the end."
"Dr. Watanabe, are you a psychiatrist?" Feng Bujue turned around and asked.
"Well, yes." Watanabe replied.
"Then you must know about multiple personality disorder?"
Watanabe hesitated for a moment and replied: "Of course, I know."
"What do you mean, this kid wants to pretend to be crazy and come up with new tricks to get away with it?" Tachibana standing aside said loudly, his anger seemed to set his hair on fire.
Feng Bujue ignored him and said to himself: "I am not Shuichi Hirata."
