1.

Since there was no evidence to prove that Zhong Shihuan was the murderer, Zhong Shihuan was released after 15 days of detention.

Although he was not convicted, the blows followed.

First, the company's IPO plan was terminated due to the unexpected death of the company's executives.

Subsequently, the company terminated Zhong Shihuan's labor contract on the grounds that Zhong Shihuan misbehaved and damaged the company's image, and repurchased the shares held by Zhong Shihuan at a very low price.

What's strange is that with the death of Liu Moran and the complete layoff of Zhong Shihuan, the original boiling report letter seems to have stopped temporarily.

But AIC ushered in a turmoil, as investors and many executives with a large number of options were dissatisfied, as the IPO failed to go public. Lawsuits, buybacks, and resignations come and go, and a good business becomes shaky within a few months.

It's like a script full of conflict and suspense.

2.

Zhong Shihuan wasn't quite sure what he was going to do next.

Am I doing something wrong?

Shouldn't I investigate Zhang Lan and Liu Moran?

Did I control my impulse that day and don't go to Zhou Guoming's house, will everything not happen?

Did someone pull the trigger with me?

No, it was my fault that text message telling me "don't open the door"?

Zhong Shihuan, who has never smoked, not only relied on two packs of cigarettes every day to relieve anxiety for the next 2 weeks, but only soju could keep him asleep in the middle of the night.

In the dream, they are all weird fragments, report letters, handcuffs, Liu Moran, and suspensions, which appear again and again in the dream, spinning, intertwining, with no end to the cycle and no answer.

Zhou Zifang's understanding and distress from the beginning gradually became indifferent and cold, and it is no wonder that the blow experienced by a man in a few months is enough to make him doubt the world and lose hope.

Men without hope, it is difficult for women to follow.

Only Zhong Shihuan himself knows,

From dawn to nightfall every day, I kept hovering in my heart repeating the question:

The report letter is the source, and the manipulator is behind every letter.

3.

At 2 o'clock in the night, Zhong Shihuan usually wakes up.

The anesthetic effect of soju has just subsided, and when Zhong Shihuan wakes up at this time, he will light up his mobile phone and look casually, and then find something to eat, so that he can go to the next sleep with soju.

It has been 21 days since Liu Moran's death, and life seems to be just the same scene repeated 20 times for Zhong Shihuan.

But today, something is different.

Drip.

The long list of numbers that I haven't seen for a long time sent a text message.

"It's raining outside."

Is it raining?

Zhong Shihuan came to the window, it was almost summer, and it was not strange that it was raining.

The rain outside the window was dripping, and when I opened the window, it was the rain mixed with the smell of earth, which made my brain repeatedly paralyzed by alcohol more sober.

But, it seems like there's someone downstairs? Why does this person's figure look so familiar?

Taking two steps back, Zhong Shihuan rubbed his face vigorously, and then walked to the side of the bed and looked down, the third floor was not very high, and he could clearly see that downstairs was a man about the same height as himself. He stood there silently, draped in a dark hood, without saying a word, as if waiting for something.

Are you waiting for me?

Zhong Shihuan got dressed and put on a windbreaker. In order to be prepared, he also secretly carried a hammer in his pocket, and then went downstairs.

The rain outside was heavier than expected, and Zhong Shihuan walked out of the door and walked in the direction of the man just now.

It's strange, there were obviously people just now, why is it empty now?

Did I drink too much and read the wrong one?

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of his eyes, followed his line of sight and ran towards the gate of the community, making a "follow me" gesture in his hand. It looks like this is the man standing in the rain just now.

Zhong Shihuan thought about it, gritted his teeth, and followed, Lao Tzu wants to see what tricks you play.

4.

After running with the man in black for about 20 minutes, Zhong Shihuan was already out of breath, sweat and rain were intertwined, and he couldn't open his eyes a little.

After turning a corner, the man in black finally stopped.

Zhong Shihuan also stopped, panting for breath while looking around.

It's an open community, and where they stand, it's an old building, with three or four units, and the yellow lights in front of the units are flickering on a rainy night.

The man in black pointed to one of the unit doors, and deliberately pressed his finger down, as if in the direction of the basement.

Then, he made a "3" with his hand.

"Hey! Who are you, don't pretend to be a ghost, what do you mean by you getting me! ”

Zhong Shihuan suddenly burst out with an inexplicable anger. It's been a few months, and I've been thinking about strange things, and today it's like this again. What the hell is wrong with this world? Do you want to entertain me?

The man in black was not in a hurry, but he didn't look at it either. Instead, he pointed to the door again, this time with a "please" gesture.

Zhong Shihuan was even more annoyed, and he rushed up with an arrow, wanting to tear off the raincoat of the man in black to see who it was.

But before he could get closer, the man in black moved faster, and pushed him on the chest, Zhong Shihuan stumbled, and sat down in a puddle of rainwater. But he also reacted very quickly, and at the moment of falling, his right hand grabbed the wrist of the man in black with all his might, and pulled him to a stumble.

In a moment of lightning, Zhong Shihuan seemed to see the face of the man in black clearly.

This? Isn't it yourself?