Lines of black characters soon appeared on the screen adjusted to eye protection mode, and Su Que read it carefully and found that this was a very unintentional routine article.

The article mainly tells how the reborn local heroine went from a waste wood with five spiritual roots, all the way to the harem, to the pinnacle of life, and finally became the supreme of heaven.

The corners of Su Que's mouth twitched, although she knew very well in her heart that this kind of writing was really a rotten thing, but she was controlled by Su Shuang's routine, and she still wanted to continue reading.

It was as if a hunger and thirst emanated from the depths of her soul, and every time she looked at a word, she felt that the emptiness in her heart had to be reduced by a point, as if something had been filled, and only Su Shuang's sweetness remained in her heart.

When she looked up like she had woken up from a dream after reading the whole article, the people in the restaurant had already left, many of the instruments had been turned off, and the rest of the people who were watching were lying on the table, their eyes almost glued to the screen, and there was a smirk on their lips.

Su Que felt that he was definitely not so ruined.

Jiang He didn't know when he left, maybe he had already greeted Su Que, but Su Que was too fascinated to ignore it.

The exposed part of the roof has a bright light in the dining room, dispelling the cold chill of the basement room, and obliquely illuminating the upward staircase.

Su Que pushed away the chair and prepared to continue working.

At this moment, a small door on the side of the dining-room was opened with a "creak", and out of it came an unkempt woman, who yawned and shouted into the room at the top of her voice:

"Xiao Li, haven't you finished writing yet?"

Someone in the bright and flickering room illuminated by the headlights answered, and the tone was also very tired, and it seemed to be a little hoarse:

"There are a lot of newcomers in the past two days, so there are more yards to save the manuscript, otherwise what will they eat next time, let them eat what others have eaten, and it is estimated that we will complain again that we don't work hard."

The unkempt woman nodded undeniably and left alone.

Su Que thought about it, it seems that the staff over there wrote these delicacies, but there are more people and less porridge, so it doesn't work to talk about old-fashioned routines.

Su Que pushed open the door of the restaurant and went out of the mosquito-like hall, and in the distance, he could still hear some people laughing wildly when they saw the rise, and the rustle of leaves through the wind came to the eardrums, and he didn't even feel absurd.

……

For a whole afternoon, Su Que was constantly receiving tasks in the hall of the Miscellaneous Labor Department, busy in the dark.

In the process of running back and forth between various departments, she gradually understood the corporate structure of the comfort company, and at the same time, she also understood how the miscellaneous service department, as a mixed department, gained a foothold in the various departments.

In fact, what the person who assigned her here at the beginning was true, and the miscellaneous department was indeed very idle.

Once people from other departments are assigned to their own departments, they can't leave the headquarters one step and their lifelong freedom is tied here, but people from the miscellaneous department can move around and come and go freely between departments.

It's a great way to live in a comfortable company.

As night fell, the day's busy work was over, and the deputy minister of the miscellaneous department assigned dormitories to the newcomers.

I don't know if it's because of the financial constraints or other reasons, I live in a large bunk—which is also incorrect, because each bed is still separated by a dirty, colorless coarse cloth curtain, barely separating a small space of its own.

Su Que is now lying in his small space, buried in the darkness where he can't see his fingers, smelling the turbid air with the smell of sweat and coarse cloth, listening to the muttering dream words of the people in the shop next to him, and feeling that the experience of this day is really mysterious.

It's an old bed made of wooden planks, and when you turn it over, there is a tooth-squeezing sound, and from time to time there are large rats scurrying around in front of the window and behind the bed, and the dusty hair is full of dust, and it will be very itchy when it runs to the body.

But Su Que is not afraid of them, how can people in the last days have the right to question the quality of the environment, and the place where they can sleep is a good place.

She lazily rolled over, but her hand fumbled into her pocket.

She washed her old clothes, and spent a gold coin to find someone to dry them, and kept them for the evening, after all, it was cold at night, and the uniform blouse was not so thick.

There was also a blessing tool she had scavenged from the leader, and although it was a little shabby, it was still hidden and could be taken a good look at.

Su Que pasted the JOKER card that he hadn't taken out for a long time to the thing that looked like an eye patch, and a line of golden characters slowly appeared on the clown's clothes, which looked particularly clear in the dark night:

【Sleepwalking Moment of the Soul】

Description: This tool is dedicated to creating a healthy sleep, and you can fall asleep instantly by putting this sleeping mask on your eyes.

Of course, in addition to this function, this tool also provides sleepwalking services, that is, within five minutes of the body falling asleep, under the urging of the proprioceptive consciousness, the soul can automatically leave the body and do voyeurism and other unseen things, without the interference of foreign objects, no one will ever find the drop!

(If it is in the form of a soul, it can be separated into an imaginary clone, which is also silent.) ）

Attached blessing: [Priest's blessing @ sleepwalking too void]

Su Que looked at this line of words, the introduction of this blessing tool is a bit long, and a card can barely be displayed, but fortunately, the car was stopped in time at the end of the part, so that this card can be displayed.

Although there is a lot of talk about this blessing tool, she almost understands the general meaning.

I didn't expect it to be such a powerful tool - but if it wasn't strong, it wouldn't have been carried in the leader's pocket.

Su Que thought about it, and she suddenly thought of Gu Yu who was injured in the cage in the back kitchen.

Speaking of which, he was so seriously injured in order to save her, and now his life and death are uncertain, but she can't take a step back to look, knowing that she still doesn't know if he is resurrected.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel very guilty, and the idea of taking this thing to see was born in her heart.

Su Que breathed a long sigh of relief, and cautiously read the card a few times, and after making sure that there was indeed no limit to the number of times, she lay on the bed, changed into a comfortable position, took a deep breath slowly, and put the blue sleeping cover on her eyes.

The darkness swept over the majestic drowsiness and menaced, and Su Que's eyelids slowly sank, and finally closed completely.

At the same time, the void of her soul division fluttered like a cloud above her head.

It was a miniature version of Su Que, looking like a microcosm of her childhood.

She opened her eyes wide, and then looked at her chubby little hands, feeling a little helpless.

She kicked through the invisible air, her body like water through the thick walls, and her figure gradually disappeared into the vast night......