In the dark room of the president's office of Chenyu Group, there is always a light on, indicating that the mysterious figure has not rested, and in the middle of the night, he has not yet fallen asleep, which can only mean that he still has something on his mind that has not been resolved.

In this dark room where there is no sunlight, he has lost the concept of time, but he regards time as more important, time passes bit by bit, many things can happen every second, and no one can predict what will happen.

Therefore, at this time, he must use all his strength to race against time, must complete his task in the shortest possible time, and must keep himself up at all times without the slightest negligence.

But at this juncture, he was at a loss.

He reached out to the side to touch it, only to find that there was nothing on the table next to him, and the trash can next to the table was already full of cigarette butts and cigarette cases.

He clenched his fists a little reluctantly, trying his best to curb his addiction to smoking, but at this time, he was puzzled, how could he sleep peacefully.

At this time, the whole city is quiet, and the night view of Z City is quite charming, so he designed a 260° view of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the president's office, which allows him to overlook the scenery of the entire city, as if everything in front of him is in full view.

Now he is trapped in this dark room, and all the good things that were once all turned into illusions, this gap is difficult for him to accept.

Smoking addiction is like a group of unscrupulous ants, crawling around in his heart, making it difficult for him to curb the itching, he keeps scratching his chest, but he doesn't feel it like scratching his boots, he is not a person who is good at forbearance, but at this time he can't divert his attention to do something else to forget the torture of smoking addiction, he can only restrain himself strongly, but he finds that this kind of behavior similar to self-harm will only make him fall deeper and deeper.

His nails had already scratched a hole in his clothes, and some scratches could be faintly visible on his chest, but such a cruel way still couldn't get him out of the haze.

Forbearance to the extreme, he suddenly waved his hand, everything on the table was thrown to the ground, and after the screen of the water glass, documents, and laptop flashed on the ground, the screen went completely black.

He staggered backwards, but accidentally tripped over a wire on the ground, and the lamp that had been quietly performing his job in the corner was dragged to the ground, and with a click, lightning splashed, and the exquisite cover of the lamp was shattered to the ground, and the fire splashed everywhere, and the fragments also splashed all over the ground, and some of the fragments even fell at his feet, jumping over his instep, and running happily to the opposite side.

The light of the lamp fell on the soft wool carpet, and instantly burned a small flame, the small flame was very excited, rushing to the top on the dry and soft wool, they stepped on each other's shoulders and jumped up, the tallest one always wanted to hook the ceiling light, but the second place behind it refused to be discouraged at all, with the support of the little friends below, bravely moved forward, chasing the back of the first place, and refused to retreat.

The man's pace was very unsteady, he was already emotionally unstable when he was addicted to smoking, and now he saw the flames burning, he was even more annoyed, and grabbed something on the table next to him to try to extinguish the flames.

But in the airtight dark room, the only things he could get at hand were the documents sent by Jiang Lin during the day, dry air, dry wool carpets, and dry paper in his hands.

The little flame that ran fastest was very excited, and the paper in the man's hand was full of temptation to it, and the little flame couldn't hold back its excitement, and spit out a bright red tongue and licked the paper very naughtily.

The man was fanning the paper hard, but he found that the flame actually ran into his hand, and more than a dozen pieces of paper were instantly wound, and the small flame danced on the paper, showing off to the little friends on the carpet, dancing his graceful posture, twisting the most moving posture.

"Damn!" the man cursed, throwing the paper onto the carpet with all his might, trying to find something else to put out the flames.

The little flame that had re-landed on the carpet became more and more excited, and it looked at its friends from afar, waving, they were eager to be together, and they climbed the woolen carpet, and they were very fast, trying to finally unite into an army before the man found out.

When the man found the plastic folder and came back, the two small flames before had now turned into a giant snake, which spit scarlet letters, provoking the authority of the man, and even sparing no effort to wait for the opportunity, secretly developing his own power, the wool carpet that was not very large, by the way, was occupied by the fire snake, the flame was strengthened, and the man was forced to retreat, until he found that his back had been against the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

The dark room was airtight, the smell and smoke of woolen carpets and paper burned in the dark room, the air was filled with the smell of fiery snakes, and the man gasped, and felt the smell in his throat and lungs that he was very uncomfortable with.

"Ahem, ahem......" The man covered his mouth and nose, and he hurried to the door.

Seeing the enemy retreating, the fire snake became more and more presumptuous, it was very interested in the man, and did not want him to leave him like this, after all, he was his only companion, and his temperature was too low, the fire snake wanted to wrap around him and give him warmth.

"Open the door, open the door, ahem......"

The oxygen in the air was instantly consumed, the man felt weak, his ears were ringing, he slapped the iron door hard, but unfortunately the door had been locked at this time, the man hurriedly pressed the control keyboard on the side, but found that the iron door did not move at all.

The mechanical keyboard is energized, and the man remembered that when he tripped over the floor lamp before, it caused a short circuit, and the mechanical keyboard was also energized, which was probably burned out at that time and completely failed.

"Damn, let me out, there's no one outside, hurry up and open the door, open the door!"

The man used all his strength to slap the rock-solid iron door in front of him, but unfortunately the sound insulation effect of this dark room was so good, everything was normal in the big office outside, and it was so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly on the ground.

The man was getting unable to breathe, and with the last of his strength, he tried to climb back to the table and use his mobile phone to call for help, but he lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground at the same time as he dialed the call.