In the afternoon, the atmosphere in the company became less tense, everything that should be done in the morning was done, and everyone sat around and chatted after lunch.

Zhang Yao was far away, as if he had been deliberately excluded, sitting alone in front of the computer.

Miss Dong seems to be an anomaly here, sitting at her desk and reading a book.

The people chattering in the distance were all about women, whether it was the cost of her coat or which brand of cosmetics was good.

Zhang Yao watched coldly for a while, feeling bored, and got up and walked to Dong Bo's side.

"What are you reading?"

She raised her head and saw that it was Zhang Yao, and dodged shyly: "Why Xiao Shengmo"

"It's a strange name." Zhang Yao reached out and took it and flipped through a few pages: "Romance novels? ”

Dong Bo was completely stunned by his sudden move.

Zhang Yao just wanted to pat her on the shoulder comfortingly, but suddenly remembered her illness and stopped. Putting the book on the table, he moved back: "How long have you been in this company?" ”

The two of them were farther away, and Dong Bo's breathing was smooth, and he pushed the large frame and muttered, "Four years." ”

"So long? Then have you heard of a name called Zagunami, it should be a Xinjiang girl. ”

Dong Bo thought for a while and shook his head: "I haven't heard of it." ”

Zhang Yao sighed in frustration and lost much hope.

"But when it comes to Xinjiang girls, there is a very similar one, although she herself says that she is half foreign, but I can hear that the tone of her speech has Xinjiang characteristics."

Hearing Miss Dong say this, Zhang Yao came to the spirit again: "Please tell me more about that girl, thank you." ”

"She's been here for a short time. So there is only a handwritten dossier. As he spoke, Dong Bo looked at the dark door next to the lounge.

Zhang Yao tilted his head sideways and pointed: "You want to go in and find it?" ”

Dong Bo hurriedly shook his head: "I don't dare, I don't dare." ”

"Huh? It's okay, I'll go with you. Zhang Yao reached out and pulled up her sleeve. Lift it up firmly.

"Hey, hey, me," she was pulled to the door of the archives before she could finish speaking.

The chattering voices in the distance stopped abruptly, and it seemed that all eyes were fixed on the two of them.

Zhang Yao stood behind Dong Bo and almost completely covered her, propped his hands on the door frame, lowered his head and said in her ear: "Don't worry, nothing will happen with me." ”

Before anyone could react to what was happening, the two of them had already entered the haunted house.

"Woo woo woo" Dong Bo was so frightened that she didn't even dare to open her eyes, she was so afraid of ghosts. Because it's not just this one, there's another one around you.

"Shh~~ Don't cry, I'll turn on the light first." Zhang Yao touched her hair. Feeling her nervous shaking, I almost forgot that she still had heterosexualphobia.

The lights of "squeak~~click, click, click" were all lit up, and suddenly a box fell to the ground.

"Xiao Ren! Don't make a fuss, I'm here to help you. Zhang Yao said to the mischievous ghost on the shelf.

Dong Bo was already pale with fright. Horrified to see the new colleague talking into the air.

"You're there"

Zhang Yao smiled and nodded: "Yes." I can see ghosts, it's fun. He blinked cutely as he spoke. You go find yours, I'll talk to a friend. ”

Dong Bo nervously walked to the shelves and began to rummage through boxes, his eyes looked at Zhang Yao who was sitting in the corner from time to time, and saw that he was talking to the side with a cigarette, as if someone was really chatting with him.

Sure enough, nothing unusual happened in this haunted archive room, and she admired Zhang Yao a little more.

"Master, I've found it!" Dong Bo panicked and ran to the corner with a piece of paper.

"What do you call me?" Zhang Yao threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it.

"Master! Aren't you the kind of master who can catch ghosts? Dong Bo looked at him blankly.

"Uh, it's easy for you to call me that. Or call me a master. ”

Dong Bo nodded again and again: "Okay, Master Zhang." Look at this. As she spoke, she handed the paper over.

Zhang Yao watched while snickering, and the ghosts next to him also came up.

The information is written like this, Susan, female, 22 years old, the small photo in the upper right corner of the mixed Chinese and American race deeply attracted Ren Yuan's only remaining eyes, Zhang Yao also looked at it carefully, and always felt that the person in this photo was very familiar. Although the makeup on the face is light, it is not like the eyebrows and eyes of the Oriental people are too prominent. Trying to remember what happened before the fragment last night, as if I had actually seen this face.

"It's her, it's her, but why is the name different?"

Seeing Ren Yuan's nervous appearance, he decided not to tell him yet, and waited until he investigated clearly.

Zhang Yao pretended to understand very well, and pouted: "There must be some ulterior motives, such as commercial espionage or something." He read the paper twice: "The names are all fake, I'm afraid other information is not accurate, and it has no useful value." ”

Ren Yuan looked at him with a bitter face: "Then what now?" ”

Zhang Yao ripped off the photo and put it in his pocket: "I can only rely on the photo to try my luck." ”

Dong Bo followed and left the room, muttering in a low voice: "Master Zhang, can you go to my house and help me take a look?" ”

Zhang Yao stopped and turned around: "Your home?" What's wrong with your family? ”

"Then if you don't get off work, I'll treat you to dinner." Miss Dong said shyly, seeing that Zhang Yao was a little hesitant, she quickly continued: "I won't delay you for a long time." ”

"Alright! For the sake of you, help me once, I will help you once. ”

Hearing his answer, Dong Bo laughed happily, and his eyes seemed to be shining with tears of emotion.

As for it~~ Isn't it just a meal, isn't her heterophobia about to get better?

"Zhang Yao! Zhang Yao! A hurried call spread throughout the office, and Yan Fang stood at the door of her room with her waist pinched.

Zhang Yao felt a headache when he saw this woman, and he didn't know how she was going to deal with herself.

"What did you do all afternoon?! On the first day of work, you want to play with me missing, don't you? Tell you! It's hard for me to be hard in the backstage of this company, come in with me! ”

Zhang Yao glanced at his colleagues who lowered their heads and pretended not to hear, wondering if they were all waiting to see his jokes. Only Miss Dong, who was wearing big glasses, clenched her fists and cheered him on suggestively.

Pushing open the door of Mr. Yan's room, she was already sitting across the table at this moment, her face was long, like a landlord's wife who was begging for rent.

"Have I finished arranging for you?"

Zhang Yao found a chair and was just about to sit down and said. Yan Fang suddenly roared: "Who told you to sit down!" ”

Zhang Yao's butt hadn't touched the chair yet, and he was stunned halfway, is this still over? Do you have to live under the oppression of this old woman in the future? Since I was a child, I have never been angry like this, except for my family being threatened or facing someone I like, I have never licked anyone's shoes.

Ignoring Yan Fang's words, he sat directly on the chair, took out the cigarette in his pocket, and lit one.

"What are you doing? I'm not allowed to smoke! The old woman slapped the table and shouted.

Zhang Yao looked up, took a cigarette and pointed to the wall: "Sorry, no prompt." ”

"You hurry up and pinch it, or I'll call the security guards to blast you out!"

Taking two deep breaths, he held the cigarette butt in his right hand, flicked it to the place where Yan Fang was sitting, flew past her ear, hit the wall behind him, and fell into the trash can at his feet.

The movements are coherent and done in one go, as if performing acrobatics.

"Ahh ――――――" The woman's scream resounded throughout the building. (To be continued.) )