Following Zibeau's line of sight, we panned to a wooden chair not far from the bed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For there was a guy with a passer-by face, dressed in an off-white casual suit, sitting uninvited in his room.

Such an ordinary guy made Zibo stunned in an instant, why is he here?

The guy stared at Qi Bo with a pair of lifeless, dead fish eyes, and there was still a sinister smile on his face.

After staring at the middle-aged man for two minutes, Qi took the lead in losing his breath, jumped up from the bed with a fist, and hit the bastard in the face without saying a word.

Damn, in the dream this guy wants to kill Lao Tzu, do you think Lao Tzu is the kind of creature of the Virgin? Will it help you cover up if you are circled and forked?

You didn't kill me in your dream, do you still want to come to the real world to mend the knife?

Hey, it's a coincidence, I'm the kind of guy who doesn't offend me, I don't offend, if people offend me, I will beat people.

"You didn't kill me in your dream, and you actually followed me to my room, are you a man who has no seed when I am Qi Bo? Let me tell you, Lao Tzu is still a pillar of optimus when he gets up every morning! ”

The punch hit the middle-aged man in the face firmly, and the guy's head flew straight out.

But soon Qi Bo was stunned, not that he was frightened by this scene by knocking this guy's head flying, but after this guy's head flew out, the expected blood splash did not appear.

Not only that, but there was nothing in the nausea veins in the broken neck, because the person in front of him was like a statue. No, he's supposed to be plastic.

Qi Bo circled around the lifelike statue several times, and from time to time he tossed the clothes on the statue's body, hey, as if the clothes were real.

But this is what made Qi Bo's heart more and more curious and puzzled, kicked the head of the statue under his feet, he touched his chin and wondered, "Who the is playing a prank?" It's okay to put such a statue in his room, almost scared Lao Tzu to death. But why is it the statue of the man in the dream?"

After wasting hundreds of brain cells in an effort, Zibo decided not to think about them anymore, and now it was how he was going to throw this big piece of stuff out and put it in his room to take up space, and still look at it as an eyesore.

Just as Zibo was thinking about how to throw the lump of garbage out, the statue, along with his clothes, suddenly turned into a pile of white powder and fell to the chair and the ground.

At the same time, a blood-red bead fell to the ground with the powder, and then rolled to Zibo's feet.

"What is this?"

Picking up the bead at his feet, Qi Bo took it in his hand and looked at it over and over for a long time, "Well, it seems to be no different from ordinary marbles, but the color is a little oozing." ”

After playing with the blood-colored beads for a while, Zibo casually put the little brinket in his trouser pocket, a good habit he had always cultivated.

Looking at the white powder scattered all over the place, and then glancing at the dark and oppressive sky outside the window, he decided to put the cleaning until tomorrow, just because the cool climate is suitable for sleeping now.

Lying on the bed again, Zibo tossed and turned, not immediately asleep, but full of cranky thoughts.

He remembered hearing the voices of other people in the room before he went to sleep, and in his dream he met a contractor who had screamed to kill him in the nightmare world, but this guy was a little unlucky and was torn to pieces by the fallen in his dream.

Zibo still clearly remembered that this guy's whole body was exactly the same as the statue just now......

Could it be that the statue just now was not a statue at all, but a contractor, and it was only because his consciousness died in a nightmare that he became like this?

Not right either! Even if the consciousness is dead, then the body he left in the real world will at least have flesh and blood, and he will definitely not become this statue!

Is it because he is a contractor that this is the case? The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this thought was closest to the truth, and he immediately got up from his bed, found a broom and dustpan that had only been used once so far, and swept the powder out overnight.

Unbeknownst to Zibo, just a few days after the man's death, the police received an alert that the youngest language master in the Republic and the world had mysteriously disappeared.

The next day, Qi Bo slept until three o'clock in the morning, when he was woken up by a ringing phone.

“En-na-cyurio-re-chyet

Was-touwaka-gaya-presia-accrroad-ieeya

Nn-num-gagis-knawa-na-lequera-walasye

Was-quel-gagis-presia-accrroad-ieeya-whou-wearequewie-fogabe

……”

Sleepy-eyed picked up the phone, an unfamiliar number was displayed on the phone screen, and the answer button was opened, "Hey, who?" ”

"Hello, may I ask Mr. Zibeau?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Hello, I am XX company, you submitted a resume to our company before, please come to the company at two o'clock this afternoon to participate in the interview......"

"Okay, no problem, I'll be there on time."

"Well, okay, I'll send you the company's specific address in a moment, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Bo immediately got up from the bed and glanced at the time on his phone, fortunately, it was only half past ten, and there was plenty of time.

After getting up and washing up, Zibo ran downstairs, seemingly completely oblivious to the death of a contractor in his room.

……

The high-rise building in front of him is more than 30 floors, this is the interview location mentioned on the phone, and Qi Bo was stunned by the momentum of the high-rise building before he entered it. The courage that I finally mustered up was like a balloon that burst suddenly. At this time, he could understand Grandma Liu's mood when she entered the Grand View Garden, but it was not curiosity, but inferiority. He couldn't tell where the inferiority complex came from.

Pressing the button on the 13th floor, Zibo felt no different from walking to a pig waiting to die on the assembly line of the slaughterhouse. I hate this feeling, but I can't help it, the feeling of having no money to spend is worse than the feeling of a pig going to death!

Taking advantage of the period when the elevator was rising, Qi Bo kept cheering himself up, warning himself not to be timid when facing the examiner, and it was not his first time interviewing, what were he afraid of?

That said, but the teeth were still chattering slightly.

The crowded elevator is filled with the smell of perfume, female white-collar workers are talking about some fashionable topics, the sultry false eyelashes blink from time to time, and the peach blossoms are floating around; The male white-collar worker looked at his mobile phone, and occasionally took advantage of the frame of his glasses to secretly glance at the sexy beauties around him, and then turned his gaze to the mobile phone screen, with a look of deep merit and fame, which couldn't help but make people feel that his IQ at the moment had increased invisibly a little, oh, finally the IQ was not negative.

The feeling that the male white-collar worker gave Qi Bo was that the outside society was really good, and looking at a beautiful woman would make people have an invisible sense of superiority in IQ.

Squeezing out of the elevator, Qi Bo took a deep breath, compared to the smell of fragrant perfume, it was still natural air that suited him.

This floor was empty, but fortunately, the words "XX Company" were printed on the glass windows and walls at the entrance, which dispelled his concern of going to the wrong floor.

Which room is the interview? Qi Bo looked at the many rooms in a tangled way, could it be that he had to knock on the door one by one? If you knock on the door one by one, it will give others the illusion of selling life insurance. What's more, if he thinks that his facial features are a little more obscene, he will definitely be invited to the year-round detention center for tea by the police Shu Huang again.

Qi Bo was hesitating at the elevator door, whether he wanted to call the person who informed him and ask.

Let's fight, but I always feel embarrassed; Don't fight, so many rooms don't really have to knock on every door, right?

"Are you here for the interview?" A voice sounded abruptly in his ears, causing the OPPO in Qi Bo's hand to fall directly to the ground.

"Hmm!" Qi Bo quickly picked up his phone, but fortunately it didn't malfunction. That's a valuable item that cost 800 yuan! If it is broken, the only way to sell your kidney is to sell your body. But the reality is that there is a market for selling kidneys, and there is no place for selling yourself......

Turning around, a pretty figure was standing behind him.

Qi Bo has always believed that there is no goddess in real life! Because the real goddess is not the kind of deliberately pretended, nor is it the type of punk style that many so-called otaku gods and goddesses forcibly squeeze the breasts that are less than B cups into 36C or 36D, let alone put on their original pair of dead fish eyes and put on contact lenses to renew them into goldfish eyes, and paint thick smoky makeup to transform into a punk style that will dedicate themselves to love the next moment......

And this woman in front of her is too perfect, well, of course it's looking at her figure and face at least perfect.

The well-cut snow-white OL suit makes people never want to take their eyes off her, the head shape of the aristocratic woman in the Heian period of Japan, the delicate and elegant fragrance like a bellflower flower, the lonely exudation of the dark fragrance that no one knows but will always float in the soul, and the black soul door carries a deep dream.

The towering feminine features once again prove that the evolution of the female body is rushing towards the ideals and fantasies of men. Zibo just glanced at it, then looked away and lowered his head.

It's not that this woman is too beautiful to make him feel inferior, he is not a man who envies a woman's appearance, just because he knows this woman.

Zibo remembers that many years ago, he had a girlfriend who looked like this woman, and if Zibo didn't have Alzheimer's disease, then he would be the one in front of him.

(Explain the Roman syllable that appeared in the previous article, that is the song of the Magic Tower Continent, the EXEC_COSMOFLIPS sung by KOKIA, the artificial two-dimensional language, very good.) If you are interested, you can listen to it, it is really shocking, like a religious hymn. ）