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Chapter 109: Black and White Ghost Domain (4)

The calendar on the wall shows that it was November 24, 1990, and Feng didn't realize that he was in a company that produced electronic equipment, which was a big business in the town, but it was far from being a big company in a big city. 44read/89read/

Before Feng unconsciously began his investigation, he groped into his pocket as usual, and the three keys reappeared, which most likely meant that the item would be used immediately.

As a person who lived in the fifties of the twenty-first century, with a computer in front of him, he would definitely turn it on first. And then...... There is no then. Looking at the black screen and the flashing cursor, Feng Buju, who basically didn't know anything about DOS, was dumbfounded.

He reluctantly began to flip through the paper on the table, and it took him twenty minutes to basically determine that these were useless waste papers. So he went to rummage through the drawers of his desk, and unsurprisingly, one of them was locked. He took out the key and tried it, and sure enough, there was a suitable one.

After opening the drawer, Feng unconsciously saw a large envelope, which was bulging, and under the large envelope, there was a small envelope with the word "dictionaries" written on it.

Feng didn't feel like he looked around sneakily, and then opened both of them and looked at them, the big one contained Shuichi Hirata's resume, this kid actually graduated from Kyoto University, no wonder he could sit in the position of deputy minister before the age of thirty, I really don't know why he went to this kind of town to seek development.

In that small envelope, it was naturally a resignation letter, and I didn't feel that I had read it and probably understood some of the situation. This Hirata is a good man, he wants to keep as many employees as possible with difficult families, and he himself has already realized that he will resign.

After reading it, Feng Bujui put all the things back, locked the drawer again, and went to the toilet.

The reason why he hid in the toilet cubicle was because he planned to try it again with a decisive victory. He didn't want to use it in an office with a lot of people, and if that headache came back and he suddenly fell from his chair and fell to the ground or something, it could cause a commotion.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Bu unconsciously activated his title technique, but the result was the same as the last time he used it, a piercing pain burst out in his brain, and there was still no boss number in front of him, just flashed his face. This face is the same as the last time I saw it, the expression is numb, the eyes are round, but the eyes are dull.

As he was covering his head and recovering from his dizziness and headache, he heard the sound of the toilet door being opened, and he could tell from the footsteps that two people had walked in.

The two walked over to the urinal and talked without saying a word as they solved the problem.

"Hey...... You saw it at the top of the stairs. ”

"Ah, yes, that scumbag minister is getting bolder."

"Shhhh Beware of being heard......"

"Cut...... I heard it, I didn't want to do it anyway, that bastard in Fukui, the company became like this, isn't it all his responsibility. The man spat and said angrily, "Always make stupid decisions and shift the blame to others." It is said that it has not been a day or two since he embezzled public funds, but the company is facing bankruptcy, but he is good, and a few days ago he bought that luxurious mansion and moved in as if nothing happened...... It's because of such moths that everyone will be unemployed. ”

"Alas...... Even if we knew, what could we do with low-level employees? ”

The two of them had already come to the sink at this time, and after washing their hands, it was the sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette, and the two of them each smoked one, and then said: "The most pitiful is Hirata-kun, who always has to clean up that bastard's mess." Let Hirata be in charge of layoffs, which is a matter of enmity with people, and eighty percent is also that guy's idea. ”

"It's really a good person who has nothing to report, I also heard that Hirata's house happened to be in the area where the last typhoon was the most severe, and now he and his wife can only move to the longhouse in Sanchome."

"Huh? Can that place be inhabited? ”

"Who's to say it isn't." The man spat out a cigarette: "But if you want to say the most decrepit, it's still his wife who cheats on him behind his back." ”

"Yes, it's so blatant to talk to the minister on the stairs to talk to me and me, even we onlookers can't stand it." The man also spat out his cigarette: "It is said that a few years ago, Hirata-kun gave up his great future in Tokyo and returned to his hometown for the sake of Jiko. When Jiko was able to come to work in this company, it was also because of Hirata-kun's low voice everywhere to ask for help. Now that woman is getting involved with that scumbag minister all day long for money, doing some tricks under her husband's nose, it's really disgusting. ”

Feng Bujue was shocked when he listened to the dialogue of these two NPCs, this script is definitely ruining the three views. Shuichi Hirata is more than a tragedy...... The house was destroyed by a typhoon, my wife slept with a scumbag, my job was almost gone, and I didn't seem to have much money.

"Hey...... There seemed to be someone in that compartment. The two men who were talking to each other suddenly lowered their voices.

"Is that heard...... Who's in it......"

"Oops...... When I passed by the office just now, Hirata-kun didn't seem to be in his seat, could it be ......?"

The voices of the two men gradually fell so low that they couldn't hear them unconsciously.

He is still thinking about how to get out of this situation...... Unexpectedly, this problem was solved directly, because Feng Bujue once again lost control of his body.

"Impossible! Still coming? Feng Bujue said in his heart, "Don't tell me that this script has four or more main lines!" Is this over? ”

The answer is, yes, and it's over.

This time, even the system voice did not sound, and the scene in front of him did not become CG, but became a projection on a wall, and at this second, he was already in a room made of cement with four walls, no windows, and the door was not in his sight.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he could suddenly see the colors, and the clicking sound in his ears gradually became clearer.

At this moment, Feng Bujue was wearing a mental patient's restraint suit, his hands crossed horizontally in front of his chest, and his two sleeves had no cuffs, going around his body and connecting after getting up. His neck, waist, legs, and ankles were tightly bound by special belt locks, which fixed his body to a chair, and he could only remain seated, and it was difficult to even shake from side to side.

What made him feel most uncomfortable was that his eyelids were fixed on the sockets with tape and could not be closed, and at the moment he only felt that his eyes were dry and uncomfortable.

The clicking sound was emitted by a small projector on the table behind him, which was aimed at the wall in front of him, projecting an image of a black and white negative, and the last image of that image was the toilet just now.

Smack, smack.

Someone stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers twice in front of Feng Bujue's eyes. Feng unconsciously turned his eyes and saw a man in his thirties, wearing a very old plaid suit, which looked very old-fashioned, but the workmanship and fabric were obviously very elegant, indicating that it was expensive.

The man wore a pair of black-framed glasses, a decent hairstyle, an ordinary appearance, and a kind expression, but he looked at Feng Buake's eyes with some doubts at the moment.

"Hirata-kun, are you okay?" The man asked.

"Who are you?" Feng Bujue replied.

The man's expression changed slightly, and he took out a mini flashlight from his pocket, aimed it at the invisible eyeball, and took a closer look.

Feng Bujue's eyes were even more uncomfortable when stimulated by the light: "Hehe! Don't do this! It's too glaring. Who the hell are you? Doctor? ”

"I'm Dr. Watanabe, don't you remember me?" The man asked.

"How did I get here? What's going on? Feng Bujue asked.

"I said it a long time ago, doctor, you're wasting your time." Another voice came from behind Feng Bujue, it was a blind spot in his vision, but the owner of the voice quickly walked up from behind.

The man was about fifty years old, with gray temples, a fierce and resolute face, a trench coat, and a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

"Orange Police Department, please don't interrupt me, it's important now." Watanabe said.

"Cut ......" Tachibana unhappily extinguished the cigarette butt, put his hands in his pockets, and stared at Feng Bujue like a torch, or rather, at Hirata Shuichi.

"Do you remember anything? Hirata-kun. Watanabe asked.

"I ......" Feng didn't know how to answer, what he could be sure of at the moment was that the three stories he had experienced just now were all memories of Shuichi Hirata, and he decided to tell the truth and see what information this NPC would give him back: "I was walking on the way home and met a rift girl ......"

As soon as his first sentence came out, the orange next to him shouted: "Bastard! You're not done kid, aren't you? As he spoke, he was about to come up and grab his hair, but fortunately, the Watanabe doctor stopped him in the middle.

"Police, calm down!" Watanabe stopped him.

"Police Department ......" Feng Bujue has been thinking about the situation in front of him since just now, and at this moment, he has a bold inference: "Did I kill someone?" ”

"Did you kill someone?" Tachibana repeated his words, then sneered, then laughed again: "You kid finally confessed, didn't you?" I thought you were going to deny it. ”

"Dr. Watanabe, are you a psychiatrist?" Feng Bujue turned his head and asked again.

"Well, yes." Watanabe replied.

"Then you must know about multiple personality disorder?"

Watanabe hesitated for a moment and replied, "Of course, I know. ”

"What do you mean, this kid wants to pretend to be crazy and get away with it, but he still plays new tricks?" Tachibana, who was standing on the side, said in a loud voice, as if his anger was about to set his hair on fire.

Feng Bujue ignored him and said to himself: "I'm not Shuichi Hirata. ”