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The calendar on the wall showed that this day was November 24, 1990. Feng Bujue was in a company that produced electronic equipment. It was considered a big company in the town, but it was far behind the companies in big cities.
Before Feng Bujue started his investigation, he touched his pocket as usual, and the three keys appeared again, which probably meant that this item would be used soon.
As a person living in the 1950s, when there is a computer in front of him, he will definitely turn it on first. And then... there is no more. Looking at the black screen and the blinking cursor, Feng Bujue, who basically knew nothing about DOS, was dumbfounded.
He reluctantly began to look through the paper documents on the table, spent twenty minutes, and basically confirmed that these were useless waste paper. So he went to look through the drawers of the desk one by one, and as expected, one of the drawers was locked. He took out the key and tried it, and sure enough, one fit.
After opening the drawer, Feng Bujue saw a big envelope, which was bulging inside. Under the big envelope, there was a small envelope with the word "Dictionary Table" written on it.
Feng Bujue looked around furtively, and then opened the two envelopes to read. The big one contained Hirata Shuuichi's resume. This kid actually graduated from Kyoto University. In the position of minister, I really don't know why he wants to seek development in such a small town.
The one in the small envelope was naturally the resignation letter, so Feng Bujue read it and probably understood something. This Hirata is a good person, he wants to retain as many employees as possible from difficult families, and he himself has the consciousness to resign.
After reading it, Feng Bujue put all the things back, locked the drawer again, and went to the toilet.
The reason why he hid in the toilet cubicle was because he planned to try again with [Decisive Victory]. He didn't want to use it in an office with a lot of people. If the feeling of splitting headache came again, and he suddenly fell off the chair and fell to the ground, it might cause commotion.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Bujue activated his title technique, but the result was the same as the last time he used it, a piercing pain burst out in his head, and he still didn't have any OSS data in front of him, just flashed across his face hole. This face is the same as the last time I saw it, with a numb expression and wide-open eyes, but there is no expression in the eyes.
While Feng Bujue was covering his head and gradually recovering from the dizziness and headache, he heard the sound of the toilet door being opened, and he could tell from the sound of footsteps that two people came in.
The two walked to the urinal and chatted without saying a word while solving the problem.
"Hey... Did you see it at the stairs just now?"
"Ah, yes, that scumbag minister is getting bolder."
"Hush! Be careful to be overheard..."
"Tch... I heard it when I heard it, anyway, I don't want to do it anymore, that bastard Fukui, isn't it all his responsibility for the company to become like this." The man spat. Spit, and said angrily: "I always make some stupid decisions, but shift the responsibility to others. It is said that it has not been a day or two since he embezzled public funds. The company is facing bankruptcy. He is fine. A few days ago I bought that kind of luxurious mansion as if nothing had happened and moved in... It is because of such moths that everyone will lose their jobs."
"Hey... Even if we know, what can we low-level employees do?"
The two of them had come to the sink at this time. After washing their hands, there was the sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette. They each smoked one, and then said: "The most pitiful thing is Hirata-kun, you always have to deal with that bastard. It’s a mess. Letting Hirata take charge of layoffs, such as making enemies with people, is probably also the guy’s idea.”
"It's such a good man. I also heard that Hirata's house happened to be in the area that was most severely damaged by the last typhoon. Now he and his wife can only move to the longhouse in 3-chome."
"Huh? Can people live in that place?"
"Who said it wasn't." The man vomited. Yan: "But the worst thing is that his wife cheated on him behind his back."
"Yeah, just flirting with the minister on the stairs so blatantly, even us bystanders can't stand it." The man also vomited. Yan: "It is said that a few years ago Hirata-kun gave up his bright future in Tokyo and came back to his hometown specifically for Zhizi. Back then Zhizi was able to work in this company because of Hirata-kun's low-key begging everywhere. Now that woman is It's disgusting to hang out with that scumbag minister all day long for money, and do some dirty things under the nose of my husband."
Feng Bujue was shocked when he heard the dialogue between these two NCs. This script is absolutely ruining the Three Views. This guy Hirata Shuichi is more than a tragedy... The house was destroyed by the typhoon, his wife slept with scum, his job was almost gone, and his money didn't seem to be much. Damn, this kind of goods should be broken by themselves earlier.
"Hey... There seems to be someone in that compartment." The two people who were talking suddenly lowered their voices very low.
"Have you heard it... Who is it in the words..."
"Oops... When I passed the office just now, Hirata-kun didn't seem to be in his seat, could it be..."
The voices of those two gradually became so low that Feng Bujue couldn't hear them anymore.
He was still thinking about how to get out of this situation... Unexpectedly, this problem was solved directly, because Feng Bujue lost control of his body again.
"Impossible! Come again?" Feng Bujue said in his heart, "Don't tell me that this script has four or more main lines! Is this going to end?"
〖Answer〗The answer is yes, and it is over.
This time, the system voice didn't even sound, and the scene in front of Feng Bujue didn't turn into a CG, but a projection on a wall. At this second, he was already in a room with four walls made of cement. , with no windows, and the door was out of his sight.
When he came back to his senses, he found that he could suddenly see colors, and the clicking sound in his ears gradually became clearer.
At this moment, Feng Bujue was wearing a straitjacket for a mental patient, with his hands crossed horizontally in front of his chest, his two sleeves had no cuffs, they went around his body, and interlocked after getting up. His neck, waist, legs, and ankles are tightly bound by special belt buckles, which fix his body on a chair.
What made him feel most uncomfortable was that his eyelids were fixed on the eye sockets by tape and could not be closed. At this moment, he only felt that his eyes were dry and uncomfortable.
The clicking sound was made by a small projector on the table behind him. This device was aimed at the wall in front of Feng Bujue, projecting an image taken on a black and white negative, and the last frame of that image, It was the toilet just now.
Crack, clap.
Someone reached out and snapped two fingers in front of Feng Bujue. Feng Bujue turned his eyes over, and saw a man in his thirties wearing a very old plaid suit. The suit looked very old-fashioned, but the workmanship and fabrics were obviously very elegant, indicating that the price was not high. Fei.
The man wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, had a well-proportioned hairstyle, had an ordinary appearance and a kind expression, but he looked at Feng Bujue with a little doubt at the moment.
"Hirata-kun, are you alright?" the man asked.
"Who are you?" Feng Bujue replied.
The man's expression changed slightly, he took out a miniature flashlight from his pocket, pointed it at Feng Bujue's eyeballs, and took a closer look.
Feng Bujue's eyes felt even more uncomfortable as soon as they were stimulated by the light: "Hey! Don't do this! It's too dazzling. Who are you? A doctor?"
"I'm Dr. Watanabe, don't you remember me?" the man asked.
"How did I come here? What is this doing?" Feng Bujue asked.
"I have already said, doctor, you are wasting your time." Another voice came from behind Feng Bujue, which was in the blind spot of his sight, but the owner of the voice came up from behind very quickly.
The man was about fifty years old, with gray temples, a fierce and resolute face, wearing a windbreaker, and holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.
"Police Department Orange, please don't interrupt me, it's very important now." Watanabe said.
"Cut..." Tachibana unhappily put out the cigarette butt, put his hands in his pockets, and stared at Feng Bujue, or rather, at Hirata Hideichi.
"Do you remember anything? Hirata-kun." Watanabe asked.
"I..." Feng Bujue didn't know how to answer. What he was sure of now was that the three stories he experienced just now were all memories of Hirata Hideichi. He decided to tell the truth and see what this NC would give back to him. Message: "I was walking home when I met a girl with a gap..."
As soon as he uttered his first sentence, Tachibana next to him yelled, "Asshole! You're never finished, aren't you?" He was about to come up and grab his unknowing hair, but fortunately, Dr. Watanabe stopped him in the middle.
"Police, calm down!" Watanabe stopped him.
"The police department..." Feng Bujue had been thinking about the situation in front of him since just now, and at this moment, he had a bold deduction: "Did I kill someone?"
"Did you kill someone?" Ju repeated his words, then sneered, then laughed loudly again: "You kid finally confessed, didn't you? I thought you were going to deny it to the end."
"Doctor Watanabe, are you a psychiatrist?" Feng Bujue turned around and asked again.
"Well, yes." Watanabe replied.
"Then you must know about multiple personality disorder?"
Watanabe hesitated for a moment before replying, "Of course, I know."
"What do you mean, this kid wants to pretend to be crazy and get rid of the crime, but he has come up with new tricks?" Standing on the side, Ju said loudly, his anger seemed to ignite his hair.
Feng Bujue ignored him, and said to himself, "I'm not Hirata Shuichi."
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