Twilight gradually thickened.

At some point, a cold mist rose in the woods, and the scurrying sika deer suddenly stopped, looked around, and then took a few tentative steps forward, probably smelling the smell of danger, and cautiously retreated back to its place.

Then there was some hesitation, and after hesitation, it turned and ran towards the way it came, but it had not taken a few steps before it fell......

The blood was crimson, penetrating into the layers of fallen leaves, mixing with the long-rotten fallen leaves to create a fishy and bitter taste, Fang Zhihe frowned, tried to suppress the nausea that welled up in his heart, and walked over with his legs.

When the sika deer heard the footsteps, it looked up with great difficulty, and then closed its eyes again.

“……”

Fang Zhihe opened his mouth and planned to call it, but the voice was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out, so he squatted down and stretched out his right hand to caress the deer's back, he wanted to wake it up in this way, but the result was not as he wished.

He glanced at the dead sika deer in disappointment, and then stood up and walked out of the forest.

In contrast, the fog outside the forest was thicker, and it was mixed with the smell of blood, he exhaled and continued to move forward, and he didn't know how long he had walked, and suddenly found that there were a lot of stones under his feet that had been painted with oil paint, and those stones were piled up layer by layer, forming a tomb, he looked at the tomb in front of him, and suddenly felt desolate in his heart, so he wanted to turn around and leave, but before he could take a step, he found that a blood-red liquid flowed out of the tomb, and then quickly spread to his feet......

"Huh-huh——!"

Fang Zhihe gasped and woke up from the nightmare, the originally uniform air in the light gray room instantly became uneven, he turned sideways and turned the lamp at the head of the bed to the brightest, the furnishings in the room gradually became brighter with the light from weak to strong, he looked at the opposite wall and inhaled hard while caressing his swollen and aching chest.

After a few minutes, the sensation of swelling gradually subsides and finally disappears.

For four years, he had been haunted by such blood dreams, for which he went to the doctor, who said that it was a nervous disorder caused by sickness, and prescribed him some medicine, which he had taken, but found that it did not work. Later, he went to Fang Jinnan's psychological counseling room again, but he fell asleep in less than half an hour every time he entered, so he had no choice but to give up.

After eight o'clock, Dongsheng Group was extremely nervous, everyone was busy preparing for the anniversary, only Fang Zhihe was like a person from another world, standing quietly in front of the window and staring at the pot of Chiba spider plant with water droplets, and there were a few traces of new green on the thin stem of the spider plant that were trying to grow, and it looked very cute.

At 8:50, a woman in a black suit with neatly combed hair pushed the door in, she glanced at Fang Zhihe, gently put down the white coffee cup in her hand, and then whispered to Fang Zhihe: "Mr. Fang ......."

"If you have something, just say it!" Fang Zhihe said lightly.

"Yes!" Yan Jin replied and continued: "Just now, my aunt asked someone to send a suit, saying that she would wear it during the ceremony. ”

"Who accepted it?" Fang Zhihe's tone was still faint, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

"The new secretary, Zhou Xian!"

"Let her go!"

"Yes!" Yan Jin replied, then turned around and withdrew from the general manager's office of Dongsheng Group.

In fact, there has always been an unwritten rule in Dongsheng, that is, everything sent by Cheng Yuhua will be rejected, but anyone who accepts it will be regarded as an automatic resignation, and today Yan Jin has to ask such a sentence in one more move, but it is because of the face of Zhou Xunyu, one of the four major shareholders, that Zhou Xian is no one else is the only daughter of Zhou Xunyu, but this does not seem to be the reason for Fang Zhihe to make an exception, and Zhou Xian, who thinks highly of himself, did not shine in front of everyone.

Yan Jin smiled at the corners of his mouth when he thought of this, raised his legs and stepped into the door of the general manager's office, and then handed the resignation application prepared in advance to Zhou Xian.

Zhou Xian was stunned for a moment, then his thin lips trembled slightly, and he stretched out his right hand to take the A4 paper handed over by Yan Jin......