The overwhelming smog has cast a thick shadow over the newly warmed Xinsong, and many roads that are not easy to supervise are gradually closed due to low visibility, leaving only a few main roads still "lingering".

This is a terrible thing for Gong Chen, who has to drive to work every day. There were a few times when Yu Siqi could feel Gong Chen's envious eyes on him. I have to say that with the help of Shi Yizhe's magical power, Yu Siqi's travel is indeed much more convenient than most people.

After more than a month of gradual familiarity, Yu Siqi has roughly had a relationship with most of the people in the institution, and a small number of them are very unhappy that ordinary people like him who have no special talent can enter the institution, but because the internal regulations have not broken out, they just won't give him a good look when they meet.

Although he has always been quite concerned about why no one dares to give him a bad look at Gong Chen, a guy who "causes trouble" everywhere, but considering the friendship between them, he decided to give up this negative emotion that is not beneficial to each other as soon as possible.

Pushing aside the thick report at hand, Yu Siqi looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was only ten twenty-five now, and it was still early before noon.

Through these reports that are constantly being forced from various departments and departments, Yu Siqi can be regarded as knowing why Ah Wen likes to put all those text documents against the wall and ignore them.

Because most of it is nonsense, and a lot of work documents that are not easy to divide also go to his side, it is like a garbage cleaning center.

On the contrary, Gong Chen downstairs is always looking for his own fun in a pile of waste residues. In his own words, since these are things that others don't want, why can't I dispose of them at will? It makes sense, but in Siqi's personal opinion, it's a bit like picking up rags, and it's no wonder that other departments always like to throw all the "useless things" that have no place to pile up.

"Thinking about life again?" Gong Chen walked in with a new cardboard box and said, "Here, this is sent by Tang Jian, it is said that it is something that cannot be detected with the instrument what age it is, let you see." ”

"I can see a ghost," Yu Siqi scratched his scalp and said, "The machine can't find out why, you let me, a person who has never studied archaeology, check the date with you, I'm afraid I'm not out of my mind." ”

"When they sent it, they said it belonged to the Lamenitiani dynasty, haven't you read their history? If you have time, sell him a favor, and I'll go to them for a convenient time. Gong Chen gently put down the box and said.

"Do you think I'm idle right now?" Yu Siqi pointed to the pile of unopened boxes at his feet and said, "I'm not like you, I can do what I like down every day." ”

"This, those who can work hard!" Gong Chen smiled and went downstairs.

"Wait, what are you doing downstairs all this time?" Yu Siqi stopped Gong Chen and asked.

"Let me keep it a secret first," Gong Chen said slyly, "When the time comes, I will naturally tell you, I won't disturb you as a busy man, and I will call you when I eat." ”

"It's so mysterious, it's not like it." Yu Siqi pulled the report that he hadn't started reading in front of him again, planning to finish it before lunch while it was still early.

This is also a report from the Anomaly Analysis Section, but the person who wrote the report was not Tang Jian, but a person named Xin Nara. With such an awkward name, I really don't know what kind of attitude her parents took this kind of name. However, this is not a detail that he should care about, and Yu Siqi decided to skip this place where he has no reason to bury it, and go directly to the preface on the second page of the report to read.

Dear Mr. Yu Siqi,

It is with great courage and skepticism that I hand over to you the fruits of my months of hard work, which does not mean that I expect anything from you. On the contrary, it is simply because I have no choice. The tragic passing of Mr. Wen has made me consider whether to give up my resolve to publish this report, but for the sake of my colleague Tang Jian's high opinion of you, I personally decide to entrust you with all the data and information I have collected for your review. Please be sure to return the report to me within three business days, regardless of whether you have reached a conclusion or not, thank you.

If you don't trust me, why do you need to throw it over and increase my workload, really. Yu Siqi decisively closed the report and prepared to put it aside, and returned it directly when he was free, and settled quietly.

But in the blink of an eye, it's all in front of me anyway, why don't you see what is written in it, so that this person can be like this.

Adjusting his sitting posture, Yu Siqi once again pulled this report under his nose and read it carefully.

The report begins with a fragment torn from a diary taped to the reverse side of the prologue. Yu Siqi didn't know who the owner of the diary was, but the contents of it attracted his personal attention, so he read it patiently:

Illegal drugs are something that should not be touched by everyone, and as a police officer, I have always believed that this is a life creed that should never be denied. Yes, that's what I thought before I went crazy. I wrote about my story just to make it a little more natural for me to get into the dirty and dirty thing of taking pills, yes, probably.

Some people may ask, why did I, as a police officer, fall into the quagmire? Am I like those "maggots" who criticize ** and greedy cloaks, and fall into the dark?

The answer is definitely "no". I know that I can't convince anyone as an addict, which is why my girlfriend Eiko left me, but I still have to cry out for what little bit of dignity I have, even if no one wants to listen anymore.

I still can't forget that day, when I was supposed to go to the movies with Eiko, but I chose to work for someone else. As the call rang, I met the postman, who looked a little panicked. It was a grand house, the owner of the house is said to be the most famous historian in Kinmatsu City, I myself because I often failed history when I was studying, so I don't know much about this kind of person, but I still pressed the doorbell for my own cultivation and professional courtesy, and the dog in the yard was still barking like crazy, and the house was inexplicably restless and restless.

Did I know there was something terrible going on in the house? Obviously, I don't know, but then again, even if I did, according to my impulsive personality, I guess I wouldn't back down easily.

With the help of firefighters, a few of us were able to subdue the hound, which had probably gone a little crazy from hunger, at least that's what we thought at the time.

Truth be told, that dog is really big. Even now, when I'm asleep, I occasionally dream that some wolf-like creature in the shadows is sneaking up on me.

Maybe it was because we had spent so much effort to subdue the vicious dog and didn't see its owner, or maybe it was just that I wanted to show off my bravery in front of the owner. I knocked on the closed door and saw an old man die at his table in a terrible appearance.

Contrary to rumors, as someone who witnessed the scene firsthand, I don't think that situation is like an accident in which an old man died because of forgetfulness. Over the years, I have seen many horrific deaths, but this time, I felt that I didn't see the flowers at that time.

It was a terrible sight that no words can describe, the dry hands bent around the stomach in a strange position, and the stretched belly was full of noodles and eggs. I hadn't touched any noodles or eggs since I came back, and whenever I tried to overcome my fears, the old man was like a ghost, gesturing at me with his torn belly.

Yes, it didn't take long for me to start losing control of my mental state. The excessive mental stress gave me a long vacation, and the long nightmares made my emotions start to become irritable and irritable, and after the first time I did something to Eiko, my inner beast began to wake up.

In order to suppress this "beastly nature", I chose the most stupid way, which is drugs of unknown origin. When I stumbled upon the knowledge that there was something that could be calmed down for a short time after being consumed, it was like a hungry and thirsty man who had suddenly discovered an oasis.

Despair begets anger, anger breeds lies, and lies completely break the last line of defense in my own heart. I knew what the consequences of indulging in this unknown drug would be, and I knew that my actions would be physically and mentally devastating, but I could not restrain my desire for peace, and like the criminals I had arrested, the darkness in my heart began to multiply infinitely in my cells.

In fact, you may be surprised when you see this, it's just a special event with a more terrifying death, how could an experienced "veteran" like me be forced to such a realm.

Yes, if it were just an ordinary nightmare, it wouldn't have made me so depressed that I was dependent on drugs. Just as I was about to write this "gibberish", my bedroom had begun to erode with a black sludge that I couldn't say myself, and it was all over the place. At first, it was just a small area on the balcony, like mold, and Eiko smiled at the time and said that maybe you were too unhygienic. Now it seems that either I was hallucinating from an overdose or my head was completely out of order. Anyway, I think that since the black mud has begun to crawl on me, like a conscious "worm", then I have nothing to fear

The content of the back is covered in a pool of blood, making it unrecognizable. But judging from Xin Yuanla's subsequent speculation and inference, the owner of the diary should have ended his life with his former "good buddy".

Just when Yu Siqi was about to continue looking, Gong Chen came up again, only this time he asked, "Hey, are you really not hungry soon?" ”