Looking at the note in my hand, one of my hearts was stuck in my throat.

I couldn't get up and couldn't swallow it, and all the cold sweat on my body came down.

Even the palm of the hand holding the note was trembling slightly.

At this moment, I felt like I was completely stuck in a bottomless quagmire.

I am in the light, and the enemy is in the dark.

Or rather, I now suspect that those so-called enemies are not human at all.

As soon as I had the idea of resigning, this note appeared when I returned to the dormitory.

I feel like my every move, even my words and actions, are being controlled by others.

I sat limply on the bed, staring blankly into my eyes.

Who put this note here?

Wang Dayou or Chen Bald, or is there someone else?

If it was Wang Dayou, why didn't he let me resign?

Even if Wang Dayou has any secrets, it has only been 3 days since I came to the restaurant, and I don't know anything about Wang Dayou's secrets.

In other words, now that I am wary of him, it is a big deal to kill people like I did with Liu Dazhuang, or just let me go.

But he didn't let me resign, obviously he wanted to tie me up, but what was his purpose in doing this?

But what if it's Chen Bald?

He did have suspicions.

Although I don't know what connection he has with Liu Dazhuang and Aunt Qi until now, if Aunt Qi really died because of me.

Then, Chen Bald is also suspected of intimidating me.

As for someone else, I don't dare to think about that.

I'm just a student who came out of an ordinary chef's school and just stepped into society, who can I mess with?

I thought about it, but I still didn't come up with a reason.

Gradually, the sky outside was getting brighter and brighter, and the dormitory workers were gradually getting up.

It's just that when I saw me sitting on the bed, Chen Bald still looked so vicious.

That virtue seems to tell you that this is not the end of the matter!

I gave him a faint glance and withdrew my gaze.

Seriously, I can't take care of Bald Chen anymore, I just want to save my life.

Although I only found one clue about Liu Dazhuang from the previous cooks, judging from his ending, the other cooks should not be much better.

People who often work night shifts have a problem, that is, they are prone to sleepiness when they see the sun.

So do I.

It wasn't anything just now, but as the sunlight outside became stronger, my upper and lower eyelids began to fight.

Gradually, I lay in bed and fell asleep.

"Here, smoke a cigarette."

Before I could fall asleep completely, a large hand suddenly pushed me.

I shuddered, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a thin black young man standing beside my bed with a box of cigarettes.

The young man has an inch head, not short, estimated to be 1.8 meters long, and his whole body is dark.

In addition, it was summer again, and he only wore a vest, and his tendons and flesh were exposed.

It's him?

Although I haven't been here for a long time, I know this young man, the same person who shouted out when I had a conflict with Bald Chen on my first day at work.

"I'm sorry, I won't smoke it, I'm ...... now"

At this point, I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes, and I forced a smile out, and I thought about being polite to him.

It's just that I never dreamed of it.

Before I finished speaking, the young man frowned and said sharply: "I let you smoke, didn't you hear?" ”

The young man's tone was very low, giving people an unmistakable sense of oppression.

I sat up with my sleepiness, thanked me first, and then took a cigarette.

It's just an ordinary red river, the kind that costs 7 yuan a box.

It's not that I'm afraid of him, it's that I don't feel the need to offend him.

There are four people in one dormitory, and my relationship with Chen Bald has become ossified, and if I offend him, I won't be able to get along in this dormitory.

After all, I'm still not sure whether I should quit or stay.

When he saw me take the cigarette, the young man took out a lighter and helped me light the cigarette.

Hiss~

Call~

A mouthful of nicotine is inhaled into the lobes of the lungs, and I don't know if it's a psychological effect.

As this puff of smoke entered, I found that my spirits were lifted a little.

The muddy feeling just now also became much clearer with the entry of this smoke.

This is the most ordinary Red River, how can it still have the effect of refreshing the mind and refreshing the brain?

I suddenly felt a lot more energetic, and quickly took a few hard breaths.

After smoking a cigarette, I found that I was not only sleepy, but also energetic.

"My name is Fu Zhenyu, if you have anything in the future, you can come to me."

Leaving this sentence, Fu Zhenyu bent down and picked up the basin and walked out of the dormitory, and when he left, he left a sentence:

"Remember, never trust your eyes, let alone your ears, all you can believe is your own head!"

After speaking, before I could speak, Fu Zhenyu had already strode out of the dormitory.

Never trust your eyes, let alone your ears.

The only thing you can believe is your own head?

What does that mean?

Sitting on the bed, I pondered for a long time, but I didn't understand the meaning of Fu Zhenyu's words.

And, to my delicacies, what was the meaning of what he meant by saying this to me?

Could it be that he's helping me?

No way, I didn't know him well at all, and I didn't even say a word.

Aunt Qi is a living example, I don't think that with my friendship with Fu Zhenyu, he would risk his life to help me.

As the old saying goes, there must be demons when things go wrong!

From Su Weiping's life to taking the initiative to talk to me, this Fu Zhenyu must have a conspiracy!

This is the definition I gave to Fu Zhenyu.

As the clock ticked, it was 8:40 a.m.

I quickly put on my shoes, took the box of Chinese and paper I bought earlier and left the dormitory.

I thought about it, I'll ask Hu Fatzi what he means later, if he suggests that I resign, Lao Tzu will also let it go, what about its bullshit note, just leave.

But what if Fat Hu asked me to stay?

When I arrived at the cold drink shop, there were no customers inside, and Hu Fatzi had not yet come.

I ordered two glasses of lemonade and sat down at a table.

The wait was undoubtedly the most exhausting, and just when I was idle and bored, a thin old man wearing a straw hat suddenly came to the store.

"Boss, do you have any goods?"

After entering the house, the old man shouted directly to the bar.

"Yes, you really know how to choose the time, it's still an old place, you have to have a few dozen catties."

The owner of the cold drink shop was a man in his 40s, and when he saw the old man coming, he hurriedly replied.

"Gotta do it!"

The old man answered, and walked in, past me to a storage room in the back.

"Oh, I said boss, this time it's a lot of things."

A few minutes later, the old man came out, still holding a stack of old newspapers that looked like a hill in his arms.

"That's for sure, these newspapers have been piling up for a year, and I'm worried that I don't have a place to throw them."

I had a fart with the boss, and the old man walked past me with a newspaper in his arms.

It's just that there are too many newspapers in his arms, which affects his vision.

The old man was not paying attention, his foot tripped over the leg of the table, and with an "oops" he fell to the ground with a newspaper.

"Uncle, are you alright?"

Seeing this, I quickly stood up and helped the old man up from the ground.

"It's old, it's useless", the old man seems to be fine, and he's still in the mood to fart with me.

It's just that the newspapers are all over the place.

"Zhang Lao, you are really useless, look at what I made, hurry up and clean up for me!"

At this time, the shopkeeper also came over and pointed to the old man's nose and his face was not a face.

It's not easy for someone of such an age to still make money outside.

I couldn't bear it in my heart, so I just helped the old man clean up together.

A bunch.

Two piles.

Three ......

When I picked up the last pile of newspapers and was about to hand them to the old man, I glanced at the contents of the newspaper completely unintentionally.

Just one glance, I felt a tingling in my scalp.

Even, a chill quietly rose from the soles of my feet with my gaze.

In the newspaper was a report:

In February 2019, the night shift chef of the night-wing restaurant in our county died suddenly, and the forensic dissection found no abnormality, and the forensic doctor guessed that it should be caused by excessive fatigue.

Attached to the report is this photo, and I still know the person in that photo.

Unexpectedly...... It's the Hu Yao I'm waiting for!!