Chapter 109

The wall calendar shows that it's November 24, 2010. Feng is in a company that produces electronic equipment. It's a big enterprise in the town, but it's far less than that in a big city. 44rc. M///c. M

before he started the investigation, he touched his pocket according to the Convention, and the three keys appeared again, which is likely to mean that the item will be used soon.

As a person living in the 1950s, with a computer in front of him, he would open it first. Then... There's no more. Looking at the black screen, the flashing cursor, the basic do not know how to seal directly stupid.

He reluctantly began to read the paper documents on the table, and spent 20 minutes, basically determined that these were useless waste paper. So he went to look for the drawers of the desk one by one. Unexpectedly, one of the drawers was locked. He took out the key to try, and sure enough there was a suitable one.

When I opened the drawer, I found a big envelope. It was bulging inside. Under the big envelope, there was a small envelope with the word "glossary" written on it.

Feng didn't realize he was sneaking around looking around, and then he took both of them apart. The big one contained Hideki Hirata's resume. This kid graduated from Kyoto University. No wonder he could sit in the position of vice minister before he was 30. I don't know why he wanted to develop in such a small town.

That little envelope, of course, is the letter of resignation. I also read it unconsciously, and I have probably understood some situations. This Hirata is a good man. He wants to retain as many employees as possible who have a difficult family. However, he has the consciousness of resigning.

After reading it, I put everything back, locked the drawer again, and went to the toilet.

The reason for hiding in the toilet cubicle is that he plans to try again. He doesn't want to use it in the office with a large number of people. In case the feeling of headache breaks again, he suddenly falls off his chair and falls to the ground, which may cause a disturbance.

Taking a deep breath, Feng unconsciously launched his title skill, but as last time he used it, the sharp pain of the cone heart burst out in the skull, and there was still no boss data in front of him, just flashed through his face. This face is the same as when I saw it last time. Its expression is numb and its eyes are round and open, but its eyes have no expression.

He was covering his head unconsciously, recovering from dizziness and headache, when he heard the sound of the door of the toilet being opened, listening to the sound of footsteps, he could judge that two people came in.

The two men went to the urinal to solve the problem while chatting without saying a word.

"Hello You saw it at the stairway just now. "

"Ah, yes, that scum minister's courage is growing."

"Shh! Be careful to be heard... "

"Cut If you hear me, I don't want to do it for a long time. Isn't it all his responsibility that the company has become such an asshole in Fukui? " The man spat and said angrily, "always make some stupid decisions, but shift the responsibility to others. It's said that he has not embezzled public funds for a day or two. The company is facing bankruptcy. He was lucky that he bought the luxurious foreign restaurant and moved in the other day as if nothing had happened It's because of such moths that we will lose our jobs. "

"Alas Even if we know, what can we do for the bottom employees? "

At this time, they have come to the hand washing pool. After washing their hands, it's the sound of lighter lighting cigarettes. They smoke one cigarette respectively, and then say: "the most pitiful thing is Mr. Hirata. They always have to clean up that bastard's mess. It's probably the guy's idea to let Hirata be in charge of the job cuts and the feud. "

"It's a good man. I also heard that pingtian's house happened to be in the area most seriously damaged by the last typhoon. Now he and his wife can only move to the long house of sandingdi."

"Ha? Can that place live? "

"Who said it was not." The man puffed out a cigarette: "but to say the worst, it's the wife who cheated on his back."

"Yes, it's just that we, the onlookers, can't look down the stairs when we flirt with the minister so blatantly." The man also puffed out his cigarette: "it is said that a few years ago, Mr. Hirata gave up his great future in Tokyo and came back to his hometown specially to cure his son. At the beginning, Zhizi was able to come to work in this company, which also depended on pingtian Jun's low-key relationship with others. Now that woman is for money and that scum minister all day together, in the eyes of her husband to do some casual activities, it's disgusting. "

I was shocked to hear the dialogue between these two NPCs. This script is absolutely destroying the three views. Hideki Hirata is more than a tragedy The house is destroyed by the typhoon, the wife and the scum go to bed, the work is almost gone, the money seems to be not much, gave up the great future and the youth result nothing has been exchanged, and also all day long hit the ghost and hit the demon, this kind of goods or early self-determination.

"Hello There seems to be someone in that cubicle. " The two people in the conversation suddenly lowered their voices.

"Have you been heard Who is it... "

"Bad When I passed the office just now, it seemed that Mr. Hirata was not in his seat. Would it be... "

The voices of the two men were so low that they could not hear them.

He is still thinking about how to go out in this situation Unexpectedly, this problem was solved directly, because the blind once again lost control of the body.

"No way! Come back? " Don't tell me there are four or more lines in this play! Is this over yet? "

The answer is, yes, and it's over.

This time, even the system voice didn't sound, and the scenery in front of him didn't change into CG, but into a projection on a wall. This second, he was already in a room with four walls of cement, without windows or doors.

When he regained his mind, he found that he could suddenly see the color, and the click sound in his ear was gradually clear.

At the moment, Feng was wearing a mental patient's fetter, his hands crossed horizontally in front of his chest. His two sleeves had no cuffs, bypassed his body and held each other when he got up. His neck, waist, legs and ankles are tightly bound by special belt lock, and his body is fixed on a chair. The whole person can only keep sitting posture, even shaking from left to right is very hard.

The most uncomfortable thing for him is that his eyelids are fixed on his eyes with adhesive tape and cannot be closed. At the moment, he only feels his eyes dry and uncomfortable.

The clicking sound was made by a small projector on the table at the back of his side. The device was aiming at the wall in front of him, projecting the image taken by the black-and-white film. The last image was the toilet just now.

PA, PA.

Someone reached out and made two ring fingers in front of Feng unconsciously. Feng unconsciously turned his eyes to see a man in his thirties who was wearing a very old Plaid suit. The suit looked very old, but the workmanship and fabric were obviously very elegant, which showed that the price was not cheap.

The man was wearing a pair of black frame glasses and a regular hairstyle. He looked ordinary and kind, but he was looking at the eyes with some doubts.

"How are you, Mr. Hirata?" The man asked.

"Who are you?" I can't feel the way back.

The man's face changed a little. He took out a mini flashlight from his pocket, aimed it at the blind eye, and made a close observation.

The eyes that can't be sealed are even worse when they are stimulated by the light: "haha! Don't do like that! It's dazzling. Who are you? Doctor?

"I'm Dr. Watanabe. Don't you remember me?" The man asked.

"How did I get here? What is this doing? " Asked Feng unconsciously.

"I've said that, doctor, you're wasting your time." Another voice came from the back of Feng unconsciously. It was the dead corner of his vision, but the owner of the voice soon came up from behind.

The man was about fifty years old, with white sideburns, a fierce face, a windbreaker, and a half smoked cigarette in his hand.

"Orange police, please don't interrupt me. It's important now." Watanabe said.

"Cut..." Orange put out the cigarette end displeasantly, put his hands in his pocket, and stared at Hideki Hirata.

"Do you remember anything? Mr. Hirata. " Asked Watanabe.

"I......" Feng doesn't know how to answer. What he can confirm at present is that the three stories he just experienced are all memories of Hideki Hirata. He decides to tell the truth and see what information the NPC will give back to him: "I'm on my way home, and I met a woman with a crack..."

As soon as his first words came out, the orange beside him shouted: "asshole! You're not finished, are you? " Say to want to come up to catch the hair that seal not to feel, fortunately in that Watanabe doctor stopped in the middle.

"Police, calm down!" Watanabe stopped him.

"Police Department..." Feng didn't realize that he had been thinking about the situation just now. At this moment, he had a bold conclusion: "am I killing someone?"

"Did you kill?" Orange repeated his words, then sneered, then laughed: "you kid finally confessed, right? I thought you were going to deny it to the end. "

"Dr Watanabe, are you a psychologist?" Feng unconsciously turned to ask again.

"Well, yes." Watanabe return road.

"Then you must know multiple personality schizophrenia?"

Watanabe hesitated for a moment and replied, "of course, I know."

"What do you mean, this kid wants to pretend to be crazy and get rid of his guilt, but he still plays with new tricks?" The orange high voice that stands at one side says, its fury as if to want to ignite the hair general.

Feng unconsciously ignored him and said to himself, "I'm not Hideki Hirata.". Genius a second to remember this website www.biquga.com, the fastest updated novel website!