Takeo Morabe was lying on the bed, with his wife on his side, and after being possessed by a fox demon, his sense of hearing and smell rose to the point of inhumanity.

Takeo Moribe could clearly hear his wife's breathing as she slept, and she had fallen asleep peacefully, but Takeo Moribe couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and there were 100,000 maggots crawling around him.

The invisible shackles were shackled around his body, and he got up from the bed and paced around his wife's bedside, where his wife's face could be clearly seen in the dark.

After attaching spiritual power, his power can pinch the wrists of adults, let alone pinch the smooth neck of his wife.

As long as he wants, the thugs in the toilet can kill them all in a few breaths!

"Hoo ......" Takeo Shoube stood on the edge of the bed and took a few deep breaths.

His hand trembled slightly, cutting through the darkness and approaching his wife's neck.

Just a pinch away!

"Good night."

He ran his wife's hair through his hand, turned back to the other side of the bed, opened his eyes and fell asleep.

The sun still rises as usual.

Takeo Shoubu, who had stayed up all night, was not tired, got up early and had a meal as usual, and then numbly took the train to work.

When I arrived at the subway platform next to the company, everything was as usual again, and the man who committed suicide by jumping off the rails only caused a few minutes of panic in Osaka's train system, and the next day there was no blood on the tracks and no discussions from passers-by could be heard.

Takeo Shoubu also swiped his mobile phone to confirm that what happened yesterday was not a hallucination, and this kind of news of the suicide of a social animal has no value in digging deeply.

After a few days when he was no longer mentioned on the news and his relatives had forgotten about him, the man was really dead.

Back in the company and sitting down, a group of semi-bald colleagues are discussing the recent technical work, the hairy ones are newcomers, the half-bald ones are the old people, and the bald ones are the elites.

Shoubu touched his hair, he is one of the few people who has good skills and has not been bald yet, but according to the trend of being able to grab a handful of hair every time he washes his hair, it is not far off to become bald.

A colleague next to him leaned over, he took a fruit knife and peeled an apple, cut it into two pieces, and handed it to Takeo Shoube.

"Keito Fujioka's death was so sudden."

"Who is Keito Fujioka?" Takeo Shoube took the apple and took a bite, the apple at the end of February was really sour.

"It's the marketing department...... I don't know either, I heard someone else talk about it, wasn't he the one who committed suicide by jumping off the rails yesterday, the marketing department laid off employees, and he was on the layoff list yesterday, tsk, it can't be said to be a layoff, it's a transfer to an outside county, but from the headquarters to what Kochi Prefecture on the four islands, the salary was directly cut by half, and it was almost the same as layoffs. ”

"It is said that a month ago, he spent all his savings and just bought a mortgage to buy a house, and his daughter in the third year of junior high school is preparing to go to a private school. The colleague nodded with concern, and the heavy bad news was unbearable for middle-aged people.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad, and this abyss that would never be recovered from it could not befall him one day.

It turns out that they are still acquaintances, thinking of the scene of raising his hand and surrendering yesterday, Shoubu Takeo's heart tingled again.

"I left a couple of orphans and widows, and I don't know what will happen to them in the future."

After chatting for a few words, the two social animals felt that everything was boring, and pulled closer to the chair and leaned against the computer desk, squinting at the code.

"What's the car Kameda drives?"

When coding words, Takeo Shoube asked casually.

"Section Chief? The section chief drove a black Subaru. ”

"Oh."

Subaru.

Not Mitsubishi.

Shoubu Takeo didn't have the heart to code words at all, and pretended to copy, paste, add, delete, modify, and check after fishing in troubled waters and getting off work.

The life of a programmer is like this, when you have nothing to do, you are bored, add, delete, modify and check and pretend to be busy, and you can cope with the work. But once the big project is pressed, you have to stay up all night and work overtime.

Takeo Shoubu seems to be very "favored" by the above for the past two days, and the two newcomers who have been arranged have not yet arrived, and after getting off work, he was called out by the leader of the office again.

However, this time it was not Tachikawa of the personnel team, but Kameda, who made Takeo Shoube clench his fists.

"Come, come." Kameda beckoned to Takeo Shoube, and Kameda's boss looked at Takeo Shoubu with a smile, like a good boss.

Takeo Moribe gathered up at the desk, put a pile of miscellaneous items in his briefcase, and followed behind Kameda with his head down.

What happened between the two, only three people know.

Kameda's home is in Chuo Ward, across the river from the company's headquarters, and as a section manager, he drives to and from work every day.

A large company of more than 600 people has a special parking lot of its own, and the two of them deliberately walked very slowly, and when the two arrived at the parking lot, the huge parking lot was empty.

"Shoubu, how is your work lately?"

"Good."

"Uh-huh." Kameda nodded with a smile, his beer belly swaying, "I see your hard work, if everyone in the department works as hard as you, the business level of our department will be doubled." ”

After complimenting him, Kameda revealed: "That's the case, recently the headquarters came down to a beautiful errand, and a group of excellent capable damp poison removal residents were selected, in addition to receiving two salaries every month, there are also subsidies, and these items can make a lot of money in a year." ”

It's true that you can make a lot of money, but if you change to the former Shoubu Takeo, for the sake of the family, you definitely don't even think about nodding in agreement, and you can't wait to kneel down and thank Kameda for your appreciation.

What about dampness? As long as he can make more money, he will have no problem going to Africa for residence!

But now it's different, transfer him away, transfer him to the wet poison thousands of miles away - Takeo Shoube certainly knows why.

"Squeak."

Takeo Moribe was holding his briefcase in his arm, and the clutter and documents stuffed inside were creaking.

Seeing Takeo Shoube bowing his head and not speaking, Kameda smiled, turned around and patted his stomach before leaving.

This cowardly guy is sure Kameda is going to eat.

"Kameda." Takeo Moratori's voice rang out behind Kameda.

Kameda frowned, how could a subordinate call his boss by his name?

Is this cowardly waste going to get angry?

But no matter how much the waste is delivered, it is still a waste, as long as he scolds the guard, the waste will obediently kneel down and admit his mistake!

Kameda turned his head and was about to lash out at Takeo Moribe, but his eyes narrowed suddenly.

I saw that Takeo was actually holding a fruit knife in his hand, and the cold light on the blade could be felt in the dim underground parking lot.

Kameda has the impression that it was an apple sharpener on the water dispenser in the office.

"Hey! You're going to do ......."

This guy is going to kill someone? Set yourself on fire and die with him?

Kameda turned around and was about to run away, but Takeo Moribe, who was faster than him!

A sharp wind blew, and Takeo Shoube pinched Kameda's neck, and with his other hand, he pressed a dagger against Kameda's eyelids, and with a little force, he could slash into the eye socket and stir Kameda's brain to pieces.

The blade cut open Kameda's eyelids slightly, and a trace of blood flowed down.

"Hey, Moribe, I said......" Kameda sweat was pouring from the top of his bald head.

"you." The guard dragged half of Kameda's face and slammed it on the concrete floor.

"Boom!"

The fat pig-like greasy face collided with the ground, and under the backlash of the cement, the fat on Kameda's face shook like waves.

The fat face eroded by the color of wine was covered with blood and pain.

Eyes, noses, mouths, and 32 teeth were almost all lost in pain.

",,!"

The guard grabbed Kameda and pressed it against the wall, and the body of more than 200 catties was not much heavier than a child in his hands.

Takeo Shoube cursed, using the handle of the fruit knife to smear Kameda's face again and again.

In the elongated shadow, the arm of the guard becomes a pile driver, which is repeatedly inlaid with the handle of the knife.

The round hilt head carved bruises, red spots, and blood on Kameda's face.

A low roar erupted hoarsely from the guard's throat, and the corners of the hilt were peeled off from the blow, and then filled with Kameda's flesh.

"Don't fight, don't fight...... Don't fight......" Kameda's voice became smaller and smaller, and he found that he couldn't resist the skinny Takeo Shoubu, who was obviously like a hemp rod and could be pushed down with a slap, but at this time, the power that erupted from his thin body made him feel cold.

"Don't fight ......"