In front of it is the office of the factory manager, which is cleaned by the cleaners once a week, but to be honest, the room is just a decoration. Because Director Gao himself has never been here. He himself is still overseas, thousands of miles away, and his daily management work is carried out through two things. One is the ubiquitous camera, and the other is the phone.

However, according to the Chinese, there is a deep-seated prejudice. As a factory director, even if it is basically impossible for Director Gao to come to the factory, his office must be kept in the factory. So in fact, although the office was vacant, it was not cancelled.

The furniture in the room was left over from the previous director – both the table and the cabinet were empty. In fact, in previous inspections, it was used as a quiet room by the inspection team.

But it's been a long time since the end of the inspection. Ren Jian can be sure that no one has ever come in here today.

In fact, the management of the factory has undergone two major downsits in a row (once in the hands of Ren Jian when it was acquired, and a second time after Director Gao took office), and the not-so-large office building looks a little empty during the day, let alone at night.

Ren Jian walked all the way to the door of the office, and before he pushed the door (for the reasons mentioned earlier, this office was unlocked), he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. When your fingers touch the metal handle, the cold touch makes you feel empty.

It won't be ...... Really, right?

But what reason is there to suspect him? Or, if this is a lie by Director Gao, what is the use? It will not be that the smuggling syndicate thinks that Ren Jian is in the way and wants to get rid of him, right? But even if they want to get rid of him, there is no need for people to say this kind of lie, right? As long as they come up with the means they used to kill Jin Ye in the first place, ten Ren Jian will also be buried directly in the ground, and there is no need to play any tricks at all. In other words, no matter what means are played, the final result is already doomed. Ren Jian struggles or doesn't struggle, and it doesn't make a difference in the end. International criminal organizations are no joke.

Although reason told him so clearly that it was a good thing. But there is another kind of power, not so much a consideration as an instinct, which makes Ren Jian feel weak all over.

The door was pushed open. Ren Jian turned on the light. The lights illuminated the office as bright as day: it was still the same clean office inside—exactly as it had been when Ren Jian had left.

But on the desk, which should have been empty, there was a small transparent glass bottle in the middle. Then there was a clear oily liquid in the bottle.

Seeing the bottle, Ren Jian felt an indescribable suffocation. Trembling, he pulled his phone out of his body and dialed a number. After a short prompt tone, the voice of Director Gao rang in the mobile phone.

"Ren Jian, what do you say?"

"I'm going to put ...... Drink the contents of that bottle?" Ren Jian was already standing on the edge of the table, the bottle was a very ordinary type, there was nothing special about it, and the mouth of the bottle was just a very common cork. But the oily liquid inside looks dangerous.

"Ren Jian," the laughter of Director Gao sounded on the mobile phone, which was a kind of laughter that only people who are condescending and have the chance to win. "You can choose not to drink it, then turn around and leave, and go home. No one can stop you from making that choice. Of course, by doing so, you're giving up your last chance. ”

Ren Jian turned his head to look at his left hand. The last layer of bandage was not removed, but his palms were visibly deformed due to the missing fingers. Although at this point, he did not feel any characteristic pain, but he knew very well that he was crippled.

Because of some reasons that have nothing to do with him at all, inexplicably, can only be called "the trick of fate".

Of course, Ren Jian is not without a backhand, he has already written all these things that Director Gao and he said into a document, and used the timed sending function of the e-mail. In other words, if this is really a trap, then at least let Lu Wu know what is going on.

He has always been sure of Lu Wu's loyalty.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, opened the bottle, and drank the contents in one gulp.

Contrary to expectations, this thing tastes as tasteless as plain water. Although it appears to be oily, there are no reactions such as oiliness or nausea.

Then, as he had expected, an indescribable feeling of drowsiness welled up. It was not a drowsiness caused by tiredness, nor a vibration struck by an external force, but a force like a tide, which knew its existence but could not resist it at all. He felt a stick stick in his head, stirring it violently, ruffling his consciousness into countless pieces. But fortunately, although the whole person's mind has become countless fragments, at least he doesn't remember what pain he endured in the process.

In the midst of the fragments, he saw the door open again. A female figure that Ren Jian had never appeared even in his dream came to his side and hugged him whole.

She was looking at him. Her eyes were a bright yellow color like a python, the surface was covered with dark brown curved patterns, and the black pupils were no longer round, but strangely cold shuttle. But I can't tell what the reason is, but those eyes made Ren Jian unable to take his eyes off.

In other fragments, he was walking an indescribable, very chaotic road. Some of them were familiar to him, even if they became kaleidoscopic fragments, at least he could tell from those subtle places that they were concrete, tiles and other building materials that modern people are familiar with. Modern houses are almost entirely made of these building materials.

But others were completely unfamiliar to him. Whether it's a pipe that pulsates like a vessel, or a wall that seems to secrete some kind of slime. He saw creatures that were roughly human, but not human. There are a lot of them, and they are everywhere. He also saw instruments that appeared to be made of glass or crystal, but the outside of them was surrounded by something that looked like biological flesh and blood vessels. In short, the things in the dream are strange and indescribable.

In some of the other fragments, he heard a peculiar sound—though Ren Jian couldn't understand it. But the sound is fast-paced, melodious, and clearly a language. In these words, he was stuffed into a black mass. I can't tell what it felt like, but the weight of his body suddenly disappeared, and he floated in the cosmic vacuum like an astronaut, unable to exert himself or exert himself. It's just tightly suspended there.

To be clear, this is actually a very good feeling. His whole body was lazy, warm and comfortable, and some kind of rhythmic slight vibration like a heartbeat was gently shaking his body. It reminds the body of the cradle, or even the feeling in the mother's body.

However, in all the memory fragments, Ren Jian has forgotten his original purpose, which is to treat his fingers. He was so immersed in this comfort that he forgot everything else. Even when there was a slight noise around him, his first consciousness was to wave it away.

But his hand waved empty.

The sensation of the void made his entire consciousness tremble, quickly pulling his consciousness back to normal, and the murmur continued to harass. The only difference is that the murmur is getting louder and clearer. In the end, it became "Mr. Ren...... Mr. Ren ......" such a cry.

The last call violently lifted the lid. Ren Jian's consciousness suddenly recovered, and all kinds of information poured into his mind in an instant. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was the cleaner aunt who called his name.

"Mr. Ren, why are you asleep here?" The cleaner's aunt looked at Ren Jian's unsightly lying posture on the table. At the same time, she could clearly smell the obvious smell of alcohol in the air, and it was obvious that Ren Jian was drunk, so he went the wrong way and ran to the office table and fell asleep.

Of course, when you get drunk, you are irrational, and it's normal to do anything. It can even be said that running to the office to sleep is a relatively normal drunken reaction. At most, it can only be called finding the wrong bed, which is a way to get drunk without much shame.

"Ah...... That one...... I ......" Ren Jian couldn't think of a suitable reason for a while. But in any case, since you wake up, it is obviously not appropriate to continue lying on your desk. Ren Jian propped up the table and slid down from the side. There was an office chair next to him, so he sat on it.

The moment his ass fell, he remembered the most important thing. His fingers were now being touched clearly.

Ren Jian retracted his hand from the arm of the office chair as if he had been scalded by boiling water. Then he clearly saw that his left hand, the bandage that had been wrapped around it, was gone, and that his fingers, the fingers he had identified countless times in severe pain, were now well on the palm. The skin is smooth, the lines are clear, and it looks like it has never left.

"Mr. Ren, ...... are you" The cleaner's aunt saw Ren Jian's expression of surprise at first, and then into ecstasy. She didn't understand what Ren Jian was all about.

"Ahh......h I'm fine. Ren Jian hurriedly pinched the armrest of the office chair with his hand. The fingers clearly transmitted an unfamiliar but complex sense of touch. If he hadn't seen everything with his own eyes and seen his fingers being sent to be cremated, Ren Jian would never have believed it.

But I can't believe it, but that's what happened. His lost finger had regrown on his finger intact. This isn't a mechanical prosthetic! He just pinched the nail of his right hand. Not only did the finger hurt, but it also left very deep marks on it. That's not something that a mechanical prosthetic can do.

He was not mistaken, and the facts are undeniable. It's not clear if it's some kind of stimulus to cause the wound to grow back, or if it's some cloning technique that "makes" one and then transplants it. But it doesn't matter, Ren Jian is not a person who likes to get to the bottom of things. As long as the fingers are restored, he doesn't really care about how they are recovered.

"I'm fine, you can go out first. Ren Jian said with a pleasant face. Since the boss said so, even if the cleaner aunt muttered in her heart, she could only go out and close the door by the way.

As soon as the cleaner's aunt went out, Ren Jian immediately jumped up in the literal sense of the word. His hand clenched into fists and swung a fist of ecstasy into the void. Even so, it was not enough to vent the joy in his heart.

But no matter what, after all, Ren Jian is different from the past, and he can be regarded as having seen a lot of things, and his self-control ability (especially the expression on his face) is not what it used to be. He quickly calmed down.

What happened last night? Inexplicably, he remembered the tall woman, the non-human eyes, especially the strangely cold fusiform pupils.

Is all this true or false? Is it a dream or an illusion?

He calmed down, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Director Gao again.