The rain began to fall again. The night was already deep. Zhang Jun stood on the big chimney of the thermal power plant and looked down at the lights at the ants moving at his feet. In the distance, there was a faint flow of light and shadow. Farther away, the sky and the earth are the same color, and it is as black as ink.

Zhang Jun held a glass of red wine in his hand. The wine mixed with the rain swayed slightly as his hand swayed slightly inside the goblet. Due to the high altitude above the ground, the wind appeared to be a bit strong. Thinning hair is wet by the rain and hangs down in front of the eyes, and from time to time it is carried up and down by the wind. Changing the scenery in front of you like a slideshow.

Zhang Jun's thoughts flashed back in his mind like a slide at this time. Sometimes blurry, sometimes clear. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm ready to put an end to it all today. And then everything is not about you. It is 70 meters above the ground. According to "Mr. Q", after jumping down, it will take about ten seconds, which will be very fast and very long. But it's over after all.

Zhang Jun didn't feel much fear in his heart. Things have developed to this point, and I climbed the tower in this dark night, and fell like dust alone, and died. It's all a matter of cause and effect. No one pushes themselves. "Mr. Q" can only be regarded as an inducer, and he gives himself the right to choose. Although he single-handedly contributed to his ending today, he never forced himself.

Zhang Jun is a small person. Small, small, small people. In the past 44 years of his life, there has never been anything to be proud of. No one ever paid attention to him. Maybe there is one, the resentful look in his son when he looks at him, maybe it's a different kind of attention?

Zhang Jun is the workshop director of the fourth workshop of Yanjing Machinery Factory. The director of this workshop was also "appointed" just two months ago. Before that, he was nothing. He had an ordinary countenance, without edges and corners. Because his name is similar to Zhang Junchang, who was called for help in the movie "Southern Expedition and Northern War", he was called "Zhang Junchang" by the surrounding workers.

Zhang Jun is accustomed to this, and he is often amused by his co-workers in various ways. He was always smiling and submissive. After a long time, everyone will take it for granted. Even when the half-grown children in the family courtyard shouted "Down with Commander Zhang" and chopped pebbles at him, he smiled and didn't feel annoyed. It's just that the son is becoming more and more alienated from him.

Time goes back to two months ago, and the old director of the fourth workshop retired. The factory asked the fourth workshop to nominate and elect a new workshop director. The competition is fierce, but everyone naturally ignores Zhang Jun, who ranks first in terms of technology and qualifications. Although he himself wanted to fight, he only thought about it.

On his way home, he received a phone call. A phone call that made him panic and excited. The person on the phone used a special method to change his voice, making the voice coming out of the microphone sound mechanical and hollow.

The reason for his panic was that the person on the phone who claimed to be "Mr. Q" told him some "little secrets" that no one else knew. He thinks he's a little secret that's been hidden deeply. What made him excited was that "Mr. Q" on the phone did not threaten him, and asked him if he wanted to become the new workshop director.

"Who are you?" he asked, apprehensively, hesitantly.

"You don't have to know who I am, I know who you are, that's it. You'll just call me "Mr. Q", right?"

"How do I know if you're lying to me?" he asked cautiously.

"You just have to answer yes or no. ”

"Yes. He hesitated. Finally said his own answer. I was relieved.

"Good. Tonight at 9:40, neither sooner nor too late. You go to the house of your clock factory director, and after the meeting, you will directly say that you want to be the workshop director. Then just say the ten words every Tuesday, Qin Accountant, and Sida Hotel. Don't wait for a reply, just go home. ”

He wanted to ask again, but there was already a busy beep on the phone.

He didn't go home directly after work that night, but found a clean restaurant and asked for a bottle of beer, thinking about "Mr. Q" while waiting for time.

"Mr. Q" knows himself well and should have observed himself for a while. Regarding this point, Zhang Jun already has a basic judgment in his heart. Mr. Q's "little secret" about him didn't really scare him, it just made him feel a little scared.

"Mr. Q" noticed that under his grinning eyes, he twitched well hidden and sinisterly. He even knew how manic and tyrannical he was when he was having fun with his wife. Yes, this is the polar opposite of the submissive appearance he shows in front of outsiders.

Maybe he didn't hide it well, but why didn't anyone find out about it for so many years? How did he hide it well? So how could this "Mr. Q" know so much?

"You're used to taping your wife's two thumbs around your back. Gagged and poured your wife's lower body with boiling water that had been dried at about 80 degrees. But after what I have learned and observed, you do not have a similar functional disorder or other mental illness. ”

When "Mr. Q" talks about these details, even though the sound coming from the earpiece is very mechanical, Zhang Jun can still feel the flatness. It's like saying: Have you eaten?

He felt the hairs on his back stand on end.

He followed "Mr. Q's" instructions on time, knocked on the door, spoke, and then turned to leave. Although his movements and tone were a little stiff, he didn't feel the slightest nervousness, because he had something more nervous in his heart.

When he went downstairs, he met Accountant Qin. A mature woman with charm still alive. At this moment, he suddenly realized that all of this was also in the calculation of "Mr. Q".

After doing all this, he calmly returned home. He did not call back the number of "Mr. Q". He felt that he was unlikely to find it, so he stopped trying. Looking at his wife's fearful eyes, Zhang Jun's heart did not have the cathartic impulse of the past, and he was very calm. From that moment on, he felt like he had changed.

What followed was as expected. In everyone's astonished eyes, he was personally appointed by Director Zhong as the workshop director of the fourth workshop. He also smiled humbly, as always. Although the promotion of status did not bring any substantial changes to his life, he was very satisfied.

He began to enjoy the pleasure of power, though it might seem small to others. Slowly, everyone no longer called him "Commander Zhang", but called him Director Zhang. He clearly remembered that the first person to call him director was Guo Liang. That is, the person who shouted his nickname the loudest in the past.

Although he still smiled so humblely, this was the change. That's what this seemingly small right has made to him.

"Mr. Q" didn't contact him again, as if he had disappeared. Slowly, the little fear he had left in his heart disappeared. He was intoxicated, fascinated by the change that might seem trivial to others.

It didn't take long for him to feel the change again. This time, it's a bad change. Director Zhong began to suppress him, everywhere, intentionally or unintentionally. This was a clear sign that those who were still scheming quickly understood and distanced themselves from him. The little "prestige" he had just established quickly returned to the original point. Someone has already started calling his nickname again.

"Do you want to kill Zhong Lin, or take revenge on him and ruin his reputation?" "Mr. Q" appeared at the right time.

"I... Don't want to. He was still hesitant.

"I thought you wanted to? Under the third bench on the east side of the garden in the middle of the street at the entrance of the factory, there are a few photos for you. "Mr. Q" hung up again.

He retrieved the photo and opened the bag in an unnoticed corner. The person in the photo is him, hiding behind the pillars of the office building, staring at the back of Director Zhong who is about to get in the car and leave, his eyes are full of resentment.

The photograph is framed from far to near, with a close-up of his face focused at the end. He had never realized that he had such a vicious expression. This is what happened the day before yesterday, and he went to the factory director to explain: he will not have any further requirements, just keep the status quo. But the director didn't give him a chance to speak, and blasted himself out of the office like a fly.

"Mr. Q" Is this trying to blackmail himself? His heart became frightened again. However, "Mr. Q" disappeared again. After a few more days, the loss rate of the fourth workshop was 0.3 percentage points higher than that of last month. Director Chung suspended him from his post for inspection and asked him to conduct a public review at the factory-wide meeting.

He decided to endure again. I hope that the factory director can understand his own retreat from his own attitude and understand his own hardships. I am already very content, and I will not ask for anything else. He walked along the path of the factory, thinking about how to solve the dilemma in front of him. He didn't want to rely on anyone else, he wanted to maintain his self-esteem that he had just experienced.

A flower pot slammed into his feet. He looked up, and at a window on the second floor of the office building, Accountant Qin was looking at him with a smile.

"Sorry, my hand slipped. Didn't hit you, did you?"

There was no doubt in the woman's tone, and there was no apology. I am at least two meters away from the office building, and no matter how slippery my hand is, I can't slip so far. At this height, a thrown pot will stun him even if it doesn't kill him.

They are already demonstrating in the blatant.

They want to kill themselves.

He smiled and lowered his head.

The gloom in the corner of his eye resurfaced.