Fujiwara is a salesperson at a major home appliance company. Top Novel,

Graduated from an ordinary college, his speech is not bad, but his image is mediocre and his sales skills are worse than those of his colleagues. Therefore, every month's performance, I hovered on the bottom list, and there was no growth in several years, and I was often called to the office by the manager to reprimand and ask to write a review.

Born into a working-class family, Fujiwara's parents had few opportunities to accompany him due to their busy work, and Fujiwara developed a bad habit from elementary school, which should be clearly a mental illness - jealousy.

Fujiwara is jealous of all the people around him who are better than him.,When I was in elementary school,The girls at the same table because they had a fountain pen given by their elders.,And the jealousy of finding Fujiwara all day long.,Finally, one day Fujiwara broke the fountain pen when the girls went to the toilet during recess and secretly threw it out of the window.,The comfort in my heart is indescribable.。

In junior high school, Fujiwara's jealousy became even stronger, and there was basically no one in the class who was not jealous. Even for a timid boy who is often bullied, Fujiwara is jealous that he receives more attention than himself, so when his classmates bully him, Fujiwara will take the opportunity to kick him harder and harder.

However, Fujiwara's jealousy was gradually noticed by the people around him, including his parents, who began to reject Fujiwara. Even later, after Fujiwara graduated from a regular college and paid him a down payment for a house in the city, he didn't bother to ask his son too much.

As a salesman, Fujiwara, because of his own performance at the bottom, to his colleagues, especially Kenichi Shikawa, who can sit firmly at the top of the list every month, even spends two hours every day planning how to kill him without being discovered, but because Fujiwara is too timid, the plan in his head has not been implemented.

Until one day, Fujiwara's situation finally changed.

Two days before Zhang Chen came to Dongying. Fuji was teased by his colleagues for his report and many places did not meet the company's requirements, and the director worked overtime in the company until nearly 11 o'clock in the evening before he barely finished the production and went home from the company.

Walking on the road, the reason for this is that the subway station and bus have long been suspended, and his heart is full of jealousy and resentment, and he even wants to kill everyone in the company one by one, skin and bone, and pour hot oil from the skull into their brains.

I imagined scenes of how to kill my colleagues. Even the whole person wandered in these perverted thoughts, unconsciously walking on the road for nearly forty minutes, every time a colleague in his head was tortured to death, the real Fujiwara would laugh for a while, a feeling of not smiling.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Suddenly, three successive gongs pulled Fujiwara, who was wandering in his thoughts, back into the street, where the cool breeze was blowing, and it was pitch black, and the street lights on both sides were extinguished.

"Where is this?" Fujiwara didn't even remember the road he had traveled for years.

"Young man, would you like to buy a book to read? The price is very cheap. ”

A voice reached Fujiwara's eardrums. But it felt like the sound was coming from all directions, and it made Fujibara shudder.

"Books?"

Fujiwara turned, and on the wall beside him was a man crouched on the ground in a gray cloak, which was completely dark due to the light, but judging by the sound of guò, it should be an old man.

Moreover, in front of the old man, a large woolen blanket was laid out, and the four corners were fixed with four large white candles, and the candlelight also happened to illuminate the books placed on the woolen blanket.

"These are the first books to be old. There may be some real antiques here that can be exchanged for a lot of money. ”

Fujiwara crouched down with interest and scanned back and forth at the bookstall in front of him, finally fixing his gaze on a brown book in the center of the stall. The vellum looks decades old, and the pages are sewn together with old-fashioned needles and threads.

When Fujiwara picked up the book with his own hands, he could feel how long the history of this kraft book was. Fujiwara didn't have the idea to look through the contents of the book, and asked the old man directly under the cloak.

"How much does this book cost?"

"Four hundred yen......" The candle flame that was fixed at the four corners shook slightly as the old man spoke.

"Okay, I'll buy it." Fujiwara immediately took out his wallet and put four hundred yen in front of the old man. He returned home with a brown book as if he had found a treasure, but he didn't know that when he walked out of this dark street, his appearance had completely changed behind him, and there was no old man who bought a book, or even the street entrance where he walked out. It's all sealed by a concrete wall.

Fujiwara's home is not a Japanese-style villa, but a collective apartment. Back at his home of less than 80 square meters, Fujiwara first threw the kraft book on the sofa casually, while he turned on the hot water in the bathroom, ready to wash away his tiredness and wind chill first.

However, Fujiwara, who changed into pajamas and walked out of the bathroom again, found that the brown book that had been thrown away by himself was placed on the wooden table in front of the sofa.

Fujiwara thought that he was too tired and his memory was scattered and he didn't pay much attention to this strange scene, but his heart was full of thoughts of picking up a bargain, and after sitting on the sofa, he picked up the kraft book with both hands and planned to see if there was a specific publication date in this ancient book.

However, when the first page was opened, the title of the book appeared in front of Fujiwara's eyes - "Jealousy"

For some reason, when Fujiwara silently read these two words, there was a resonant voice in his heart.

"Jealousy is a necessary product of human nature, a form of venting, and a key ...... to limit human beings."

Fujiwara, who was going to take a little look, slowly immersed himself in the book after reading a few lines of the book, carefully studying it word by word, his eyes widened, and even the clock passed minute by minute, but Fujiwara was never able to pull it out of the book.

As the pages of the book turned, the shackles in Fujiwara's heart that had bound him for decades were gradually untied, and a new idea replaced the legal dogma that Fujiwara had been taught since childhood.

This state lasted until seven o'clock in the morning the next day, and Fujiwara, who was sitting on the sofa, maintained a high concentration for eight hours, and finally finished reading the kraft book, and when he closed the book, the whole person seemed to be transformed into a new life, and his breath changed greatly.

Fujiwara, who was washing his face in the bathroom, looked at his bloodshot eyeballs in the mirror, and Fujiwara must have kept giggling.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Fujiwara returned to the office on time and clocked in as usual. Then he greeted every colleague very intimately, and even gave apples to a few colleagues who teased themselves yesterday and performed much better than themselves. Fujiwara's huge change made my colleague not very adaptable, and I thought he really changed.

On this day, three colleagues who teased him yesterday came to eat at a high-end restaurant at Fujiwara's kind invitation.

Everyone first talked and laughed and toasted each other.

Until the end, the four of them were all drunk, and they supported each other and walked on the streets at night. Then the four of them didn't walk long, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on both sides of the street, and suddenly Fujiwara, who was walking on the very edge, stopped.

Before, he still looked drunk and smoked, but now he revealed the long-accumulated killing intent in his eyes.

The daggers that had been prepared passed through the necks of the three people one by one, and then dragged the corpses to the dark corners, constantly whipping the corpses in various ways, venting the long-accumulated jealousy in Fujiwara's heart, and the satisfaction and excitement that he had never felt were released as the blood spilled out again and again in front of him.

The process of whipping the corpse lasted all night, and it was not until the next morning that Fujiwara returned to his home to change into a neat work outfit and arrived at the office on time again. In this way, Fujiwara has not closed his eyes for two whole nights, but in addition to the bloodshot eyes, his spirit is indeed extremely high.

And today's goal is the object of his jealousy.,The best performance in the company, Kenichi Shikawa.,Whether it's living conditions,Women,Relationships are the object of Fujiwara's jealousy.。

Kenichi Tsukagawa, who was processing the information of a heavy customer in the company, suddenly felt that there was a person standing behind him. When I turned around, I found that it was a nobody who was often at the bottom of the company.

"Good morning!"

Fujiwara bowed ninety degrees, then took out a delicate fruitcake from behind him.

"Mr. Si Chuan, today is your birthday, and this cake is specially customized for you. I hope you can teach me more in normal times, and I hope you can forgive me for what I didn't do well in the past. ”

Kenichi Sikawa is a real workaholic, and when Fujiwara said this, he really remembered that today was his birthday. Since graduating from university, no one has celebrated his birthday, and Fujiwara's actions really opened Sikawa's heart.

"If you need any help, just come to me." Si Chuan said happily after finishing the cake.

"Okay, I don't know if Si Chuan has time for you at night, I have a few questions I want to ask you, wait for the questions to be asked, how about I invite you to dinner, it can be regarded as celebrating your birthday."

"No problem."

However, at six o'clock, the employees clocked out one after another and went home, leaving only Sikawa and Fujiwara in the office.

"It's almost here tonight, if there's any problem, I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm hungry." Si Chuan Ti yì said.

"No problem." Fujiwara smiled slightly, and he still looked humble and asked for advice before. When he turned his head again, he revealed a face and gaze that was even more terrifying than that of a demon, and a hammer slammed into Si Chuan's temple.

Si Chuanjian's eyes went black for a while, and he lost consciousness.

"Huh!" A basin of ice water was splashed on Si Chuan's face, causing him to wake up from his coma. At this time, he was naked and tied up in a room where no light came in.

Fujiwara, whose eyes were already completely red, came out of the darkness with a plate of instruments...... (To be continued......)