As soon as I arrived at the company this morning, I was called by the manager of the human resources department and asked me to explain that I was late for the twenty-third time this month.

At that time, I still had gauze wrapped around my head, and I didn't know what kind of mood it was, not because I didn't want to explain, but because I really didn't know how to express it.

Things have to start at the beginning of this month, that morning I rode the battery car to work as usual, there was no traffic jam on the road, the first ten minutes were quite normal, but the back became more and more evil.

I remember that there was an intersection in front of the market, but when I passed by there, it turned into a straight road, and the surrounding environment became completely different from before.

It took me an hour to get to the company after a twenty-minute journey.

Plus today, it's already the twenty-third time, and I was late for twenty-three times in a month, and I was properly expelled!

But how do I explain that I suddenly can't find my way to work?

Who believes it, not even me!

I deliberately went out early this morning, but I didn't expect a flower pot to suddenly fall from upstairs and smash my head on the ground.

Recalling the encounter during this time, I even have the heart to cry, and I don't know which way the fairy collided, since the beginning of the month, there have been bad luck, going out is either losing the wallet or losing the key, and I can also give a dog to gnaw mud when I walk on the flat ground......

"Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you these days, have you encountered something?"

Xiao Liu next to me asked me, he came to the company a year later than me, and we usually have a good relationship.

I glanced up at him, Xiao Liu is usually quite superstitious, looking at me and saying that it would be something dirty.

In the past, I would have scoffed at his feudal superstitions, but this time, I carefully reviewed what happened during this time, and suddenly remembered that something was really wrong.

At the end of last month, I worked overtime at home, staying up until more than 10 o'clock at night, so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back, and then I remembered that I hadn't eaten dinner yet, so I was hungry and didn't order a takeout.

Maybe I've been staying up late for a while, and when I'm waiting for takeout, I leaned on the chair and fell asleep in a daze.

It wasn't until the next day that I remembered that I hadn't picked up last night's takeaway, and there was no missed call on my mobile phone, but the delivery software showed that the takeaway had been signed.

I was very angry at the time, although the money was not much, but the matter was one yard at a time, so I simply complained to the takeaway brother.

In the afternoon, the takeaway brother called, and he didn't admit it, and I happened to be late that day and was criticized by the leader, so I quarreled with him on the phone, and he cursed me for not dying well.

Hehe.

Could it be that this takeaway brother has also practiced the evil art of the New Oriental?

It's a joke, of course, but I've been unlucky since that day.

I'd rather believe it, maybe God blamed me for not being virtuous, and I sent an apology text message to that number that day.

Then I packed up my things and was about to get out, when suddenly there was a ding-dong and a message came in on my phone.

Yo, it turned out to be the takeaway brother who added me as a WeChat friend, although it was a little embarrassing, but I still passed easily.

I ignored him, and after a few minutes, there was another dingdong, and he actually sent me a message asking me to take a moment to meet him.

I sneered in my heart, meet?

I'm sorry, Lao Tzu doesn't do it!

Just about to block him, he suddenly posted a photo, and the person in the photo looked a little familiar.

If you take a closer look, isn't this me, the photo was taken downstairs in my unit, and I was turning around and walking inside, and I could only see a back.

I frowned and asked him what he meant, and he sent me an address and said he was waiting for me there.

I thought about it, thinking that my job was gone anyway, so I might as well go and meet this takeaway guy and see what he wanted to do.

The place was a private room in a teahouse, and the other party was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a beige short shirt, and he looked quite energetic.

When he saw me, he took out his mobile phone and threw it in front of me, pointing with his finger, "On the night of the delivery, I took it downstairs at your house." ”

I glanced up at him, then picked up my phone and looked, and sure enough, there was the photo on the screen, and the time of shooting was the 30th of last month.

I was staring at this photo and feeling a little confused, the date on it was the night I ordered takeout, but I remember clearly that I did fall asleep after ordering, and I didn't receive any takeout at all, let alone go downstairs.

But the photo doesn't look fake, and even if he does, he can't know what kind of clothes I was wearing that day.

I thought of something, looked up at him and asked, "You send so many orders every day, can't you take a picture of each list?" ”

"We'll talk about that later."

He lit a cigarette and stopped, "You really didn't go downstairs that day?" ”

Looking at him very seriously, I thought back to that night, and I really don't remember going downstairs that night.

He leaned his head forward and stared at me without saying a word, and I was so embarrassed by his look that I asked him what was wrong.

"This is evil!"

He bit his lip and muttered, looking a little agitated, and it was only after a while that he raised his head and told him about the night.

He said that that night, he was about to go upstairs to deliver food, but he didn't expect that I was already waiting downstairs, when he looked at me and felt that something was wrong, his face was as white as paper, his eyes were blank, staring straight ahead, and he was talking slowly.

There was also an old woman standing next to me, bowing down and touching my head on tiptoe......

He was so frightened at the time that out of curiosity, he went to the opposite unit building to deliver food, and then secretly filmed this scene.

After listening to him, I felt a little dry in my mouth, so I quickly picked up the photo and took a closer look, "But...... I don't see an old woman in this picture......"

"That's why I called you over!"

He swallowed hard, his breathing became rapid, "There was it at first, just when you texted me, and when I watched it again, the old woman was gone!" ”

Exercise!

As he spoke, he became more and more agitated and punched the table, "Since that day, I have been very unlucky, either I delivered the wrong meal or overtime, or the takeaway was stolen, and I was fired from the company yesterday!" ”

After listening to him, I felt a little cold in my neck and looked up at him, "I was also fired from the company today." ”

Then I told him about the bad luck I had encountered for a while.

After listening to this, his face changed suddenly.

Then there was a deathly silence, neither of us spoke, the air conditioning in the room was fully on, but beads of sweat were still pouring out of my head and his.

What he said was true, but I was skeptical, the picture was true, but how could I be sure that what he said was true?

After thinking about it for a moment, I had an idea and looked up at him, "What does that old woman look like?" ”

He reached out and wiped the beads of sweat from his head, which seemed to calm down a little, and thought for a while: "I'm a little short, my back is a little hunched, and by the way, there's a big mole on my left face......"

After listening to him, my hand holding the cigarette shook suddenly, and a person popped up in my head: Wang Po!

"Do you know this man?" He looked at me in amazement.

I swallowed hard and nodded, "Just next door to me!" ”

The big mole on Wang Po's face was very piercing, so as soon as he finished speaking, I naturally thought of this person.

"That'...... Are you really sure you didn't go downstairs with her that day......"

He looked a little anxious, and his face began to turn pale.

Seeing his expression, I swallowed what I was going to say again, stared at him, and a thought suddenly popped up in my mind, so I got up and went out directly, and rode back on a battery car.

On the way, I tried to remember the last time I saw Wang Po.

It was probably the end of last month, yes, the morning of ordering takeout, when I went out to work, I happened to meet her at the door, and I quarreled with her because of a little trivial matter.

The takeaway guy had empty teeth and white teeth, and naturally he couldn't believe all the words he said, but one thing was certain, that photo was indeed true, at least it could prove that I did go downstairs that night.

This is what I don't understand the most, if I can barely explain it with sleepwalking, then what does Wang Po say?

So what I have to do now is to go to the princess and ask her to understand.

Parking the car downstairs, I went straight to the door of the Wang Po door and knocked, and after a while, the door was opened, but it was not the Wang Po who stood inside, but an old man.

I glanced at him, but I had never seen this person before, so I asked him if the princess was there.

The old man didn't speak, but turned sideways and let me into the house.

As soon as I entered, I smelled a musty smell, and the room was very simply furnished, with only a few simple pieces of furniture, but it was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned for many days.

The old man poured me a glass of water, said that he was the wife of the princess, and then asked me who I was and what I was doing with the princess.

I hurriedly handed him a cigarette, saying that I was the next-door neighbor, and asked where Wang Po had gone, and I wanted to ask her about something.

"I'm afraid you can't ask that." But I didn't expect the old man to let out a long sigh after listening to what I said, and his face was a little haggard.

"Why?" I don't understand a little.

The old man took two puffs of cigarette, his eyes were a little red, "The old woman left last month, she had a cerebral hemorrhage, and she couldn't be saved, this time I came to clean up her things." ”

"What?"

The news came a little bit out of the blue," she said...... What day is she ......?"

"On the 29th of last month, I just finished lunch, and I was buried in my own field when I left that night......"

The old man choked up a little when he said this, and his Adam's apple moved.

Next to me, it was like I had been struck by a bolt of lightning, my mind went blank, and my scalp felt like it was about to explode!

On the 29th of last month?

And who was the one who quarreled with me at the door the next morning?