Thriller Paradise Chapter 109: Black and white ghost domain (4)

Chapter 109 Black and White Ghost Domain (4)

The wall calendar on the wall shows that this day is November 24, 0, and Feng Bujue is in a company that produces electronic equipment. It is considered a big company in the town, but it is not as good as the companies in the big cities. far. //Baidu search: novel m//. m///c. m

Before Feng Bujue started investigating, he touched his pocket as usual, and the three keys appeared again, which probably means that this item will be used soon.

As a person living in the 1950s, with a computer in front of him, he would definitely turn it on first. Then... there is no more. Looking at the black screen and the blinking cursor, Feng Bujue, who basically knows nothing about s, was directly dumbfounded.

He reluctantly started flipping through the paper documents on the desk. After twenty minutes, he was basically sure that these were useless waste paper. So he went to look for the drawers of the desk one by one. Unsurprisingly, one of the drawers was locked. He took out the key to try, and sure enough there was a suitable one.

After opening the drawer, Feng Bujue saw a large envelope, which was bulging in it, and under the large envelope, there was a small envelope with the word "Dictionary" written on it.

Feng Bujue looked around sneakily, and then opened both of them. The larger one contained Hideichi Hirata’s resume. This kid actually graduated from Kyoto University. No wonder he could be under 30. Sitting in the position of deputy minister, I really don't know why he wants to seek development in such a small town.

The letter in that small envelope was naturally a resignation letter. Feng Bujue also looked at it, and he probably understood some things. This Hirata is a good person. He wants to retain as many employees with difficult families as possible, but he himself has the consciousness to resign.

After reading it, Feng Bujue put everything 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 it again with [Decisive Victory]. He didn't want to use it in a crowded office. In case the feeling of splitting headache came again, he suddenly fell from the chair and fell to the ground with his head in his arms. It might cause a commotion.

Take a deep breath, and Feng Bujue activates his title technique, but the result is the same as the last time he used it. The piercing pain bursts in his brain, and there is still no ss data in front of him, just flashing past. Own face. This face was the same as when I saw it last time, with a numb expression, his eyes wide open, but his eyes were completely lacklustre.

Feng Bujue was holding his head and gradually recovering from dizziness and headache, he heard the sound of the toilet door being opened, and listening to the sound of footsteps can tell that two people came in.

The two people walked to the urinal and chatted without a word while solving the problem.

"Hey...you saw it at the top of the stairs just now."

"Ah, yes, the scumbag minister is getting bolder."

"Shhh! Be careful to be heard by others..."

"Cut... if I hear it, I will hear it, anyway, I don't want to do it anyway. The **** Fukui, the company has become like this, isn't it all his responsibility." The man spit, and said angrily: "Always He made some stupid decisions, but shifted the responsibility to others. It is said that it has not been a day or two for him to embezzle public funds. The company is facing bankruptcy. It's good for him. He bought that luxury a few days ago. And moved in...it’s because of such worms that everyone is unemployed."

"Oh...even if you know, what about us low-level employees."

At this time, the two of them have come to the sink. After washing their hands, there is the sound of a cigarette lighter. They each smoked one, and then said: "The most pitiful is Hirata-kun, I always have to clean up. That bastard’s mess. Asking Hirata to take charge of layoffs, such as retaliating against others, is also that guy’s idea 80%."

"It's really a bad person. I also heard that Hirata's house happened to be in the area most damaged by the typhoon last time. Now he and his wife can only move to the long house in Sanchome."

"Huh? Can people live in that place?"

"Who said no." The man spit out his cigarette: "But if you want to say the worst, let his wife cheat on his back."

"Yeah, I was so blatantly on the stairs with the minister, I, me, and mine, even those of us who are onlookers can't stand it anymore." The man also spit out his cigarette: "It is said that Hirata-kun gave up in Tokyo a few years ago He came back to his hometown specifically to treat his son. At the beginning, Mr. Chiko was able to work in this company because of Hirata-kun’s low-pitched begging relationship. Now the woman has been with the scumbag minister all day for money. , It’s disgusting to do some extravagant deeds under my husband’s nose."

Feng Bujue was shocked when he heard the dialogue between the two. This script is absolutely ruining the Three Views. Hirata Hideichi is more than a tragedy... The house was destroyed by the typhoon, his wife and scumbags went to bed, work was almost gone, and the money seemed to be running low. He gave up his bright future and youth, but he didn’t get anything in exchange, and he still hit ghosts all the time. If you hit the demon, this kind of goods should have been broken by themselves earlier.

"Hey...there seems to be someone in that cubicle." The two people who were talking suddenly silenced their voices.

"Have you heard... Who is inside..."

"Oh...When I passed the office just now, Hirata-kun didn't seem to be in his seat. Could it be..."

The voices of the two men gradually became so low that Feng Bujue couldn't hear them.

He was still thinking about how to go out in this situation...Unexpectedly, this problem was solved directly because Feng Bujue lost control of his body again.

"Impossible! Come again?" Feng Bujue said, "Don't tell me that this script has four or more main lines! Is this endless?"

The answer is, yes, and it's over.

This time, even the system voice did not sound, and the scenery in front of Feng Bujue did not turn into cg, but a projection on a wall. In this second, he was already in a room with four walls made of cement. In his room, there are no windows and the door is not in his sight.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he could suddenly see the color, and the clicking sound in his ear gradually became clear.

At this moment, Feng Bujue was wearing a psychiatric restraint, with his hands crossed across his chest, his two sleeves without cuffs, they went around the body, and hugged him after he got up. His neck, waist, legs, and ankles are all tightly buckled by special belt locks, and his body is fixed on a chair. The whole person can only maintain a sitting posture, even shaking left and right is very laborious.

The most uncomfortable thing for him is that his eyelids are fixed on the sockets with tape and cannot be closed. At this moment, he only feels his eyes are 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's eyes, projecting the image taken by the black and white film, and the end of the image One picture is the toilet just now.

Pop, pop.

Someone stretched out his hand and snapped **** in front of Feng Bujue's eyes. Feng Bujue turned his eyes and saw a man in his thirties wearing an old-style plaid suit. The suit looked very old-fashioned, but the workmanship and fabrics were obviously very elegant, indicating that the price was not high. Philippines.

The man was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a normal hairstyle. He looked ordinary and kind, but he looked at Feng Bujue with a little doubt in his eyes at the moment.

"Hirata-san, are you okay?" the man asked.

"Who are you?" Feng Bujue replied.

The man's expression changed slightly, and he took out a mini flashlight from his pocket, aimed it at Feng Bujue's eyeballs, and took a closer look.

Feng Bujue's eyes were irritated by the light and it became even more uncomfortable: "Hey! Don't do this! It's too dazzling. Who are you? Doctor?"

"This is Doctor Watanabe, don't you remember me?" the man asked.

"How did I get here? What is this doing?" Feng Bujue asked.

"I already said, doctor, you are wasting your time." Another voice came from behind Feng Bujue. It was a blind spot in his sight, but the owner of the voice quickly walked up from behind.

The man was about fifty years old, with white temples, a fierce and bold face, wearing a trench coat, and holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

"Orange Police Department, please don't interrupt me, it's very important now." Watanabe said.

"Cut..." Tachibana put out the cigarette **** unhappily, and put his hands in his pockets, staring at Feng Bujue, or, in other words, staring at Shuichi Hirata.

"Do you remember anything? Hirata-kun." Watanabe asked.

"I..." Feng Bujue didn't know how to answer. What he can be sure of is that the three stories he experienced just now are all memories of Hirata Hideichi. He decided to tell the truth and see if this will give feedback. What message do I have: "I was walking on the way home, and I ran into a rip girl..."

As soon as his first sentence came out, the orange next to him yelled violently: "Asshole! Your kid is endless, isn't it?" He was about to come up and grab Feng Bujue's hair. Fortunately, the doctor Watanabe stopped him. In the middle.

"Police Department, calm down!" Watanabe stopped him~IndoMTL.com~Police Department..." Feng Bujue had been thinking about the situation in front of him since just now. At this moment, he had a bold conclusion: "Am I killing someone? "

"Did you kill someone?" Tachibana repeated his words, then sneered, then laughed again: "You kid finally pleaded guilty? I thought you were going to deny it to the end."

"Doctor Watanabe, are you a psychologist?" Feng Bujue asked again, turning his head.

"Um, yes." Watanabe replied.

"Then you must be aware of multiple schizophrenia?"

Watanabe hesitated and replied: "Of course, I know."

"What do you mean, is this kid trying to pretend to be insane, yet he is still playing new tricks?" The orange who stood aside said in a high voice, his anger as if he was about to ignite his hair.

Feng Bujue ignored him and said to himself: "I'm not Hideichi Hirata.".