Chapter 109 Black and White Ghost Realm (4)

The calendar on the wall showed that the day was November 24, 1990. Feng Bujue was working in a company that produced electronic equipment. It was considered a big company in the town, but it was still far behind companies in big cities.

Before Feng Bujue started investigating, 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 open it first and then talk about it. And then... there was no more. Looking at the black screen and the blinking cursor, Feng Bujue, who knew nothing about DOS, was dumbfounded.

He reluctantly began to look through the paper documents on the table. After spending twenty minutes, he basically determined that these were useless pieces of paper. So he rummaged through the desk drawers one by one, and as expected, one of the drawers was locked. He took out the key and tried it, and sure enough there was a suitable one.

After opening the drawer, Feng Bujue saw a large envelope, which was bulging inside. Under the large envelope, there was a small envelope with the word "lexicon" written on it.

Feng Bujue looked around furtively, then opened the two envelopes and read them. The larger envelope contained Hirata Shuichi's resume. This guy actually graduated from Kyoto University. No wonder he was able to sit in the deputy chair before he was thirty years old. Considering the minister's position, I really don't know why he would seek development in such a small town.

What was in that small envelope was naturally a resignation letter. Feng Bujue also read it and roughly understood some of the situation. This Hirata is a good person. He wants to retain as many employees as possible whose families are in difficulty, but he himself has already had 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 stall was because he planned to try it again. He didn't want to use it in an office with a lot of people. If that feeling of splitting headache came again and he suddenly fell from the chair and fell to the ground with his head in his arms, it might cause a commotion.

After taking a deep breath, Feng Bujue activated his title skill, but the result was the same as the last time he used it. A heart-piercing pain burst out in his skull, but there was still no BOSS data in front of him, it just flashed across his face. hole. This face was the same as the last time I saw it, with a numb expression and wide eyes, but their eyes were lifeless.

Just as Feng Bujue was covering his head and gradually recovering from dizziness and headache, he heard the sound of the toilet door being opened. From the sound of footsteps, he could tell that two people had walked in.

The two men walked to the urinal and chatted wordlessly while solving the problem.

"Hey...did you see it at the top of the stairs just now?"

"Ah, yes, that scumbag minister is getting bolder and bolder."

"Shh! Be careful if others hear you..."

"Tch...just hear it. Anyway, I don't want to do it for a long time. That bastard Fukui, isn't it all his responsibility for the company to become like this?" The man spat and said angrily: "He always does something It was a stupid decision, but he shifted the responsibility to others. It was said that he had embezzled public funds for more than a day or two, and the company was facing bankruptcy. Fortunately, he bought that luxurious mansion a few days ago as if nothing had happened. And moved in...it’s because of these moths that everyone loses their job.”

"Sigh... Even if we know, what can we, the lower-level employees, do?"

The two of them had already arrived at the sink. After washing their hands, there was the sound of lighters lighting up cigarettes. They each smoked a cigarette and then said: "The most pitiful one is Hirata-kun, you always have to deal with that bastard." It’s a mess. It’s probably that guy’s idea to put Hirata in charge of layoffs and things like enmity.”

"It's true that good people don't get rewarded. I also heard that Hirata's house happens 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 Sanchome."

"Huh? Can anyone live in that place?"

"Who says it's not the case?" The man puffed out smoke: "But the worst thing is that his wife cheated on him behind his back."

"Yes, you are so blatantly making love to me with the minister on the stairs, even us bystanders can't stand it." The man also puffed out smoke: "It is said that Hirata-kun gave up his promising future in Tokyo a few years ago. , I came back to my hometown specifically for Haruko. When Hariko was able to work in this company, it was because of Hirata-kun's humbleness and begging for help. Now that woman is hanging out with that scumbag minister all day long for money, and her husband It’s really disgusting to do some dirty things under his nose.”

Feng Bujue was simply shocked when he heard the dialogue between these two NPCs. This script was definitely ruining his outlook on life. Shuichi Hirata is more than just a tragedy... His house was destroyed by a typhoon, his wife slept with a scumbag, his job is almost gone, and he doesn't seem to have much money. He gave up a great future and youth, but in the end he got nothing in exchange, and he still has it all day long. It's better to end this kind of thing as soon as possible.

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

"Did you hear it... By the way, who is inside..."

"Oops... 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 people gradually became so low that Feng Bujue couldn't hear them.

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

"Impossible! Still coming?" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Don't tell me that this script has four or more main lines! Is this still over?"

The answer is, yes, and it’s over.

This time, even the system voice did not sound, and the scene in front of Feng Bujue did not turn into CG, but turned into a projection on the wall. At this second, he was already in a room with four walls made of cement. , there were no windows, and the door was not in 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 mental patient's straitjacket, with his hands crossed horizontally in front of his chest. His two sleeves had no cuffs and went around the body, connecting with each other after standing up. His neck, waist, legs and ankles were tightly bound by special belt buckles, fixing his body on a chair. He could only maintain a sitting position, and it was very laborious to even rock from side to side.

What made him most uncomfortable was that his eyelids were fixed in the sockets with tape and could not be closed. At this moment, he only felt that his eyes were dry and uncomfortable.

The clicking sound came from a small projector on the table behind him. This device was pointed at the wall in front of Feng Bujue, projecting an image captured on black and white film, and the last frame of the image , that’s the toilet just now.

Snap, snap.

Someone stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers twice in front of Feng Bujue's eyes. Feng Bujue turned his eyes and saw a man in his thirties, wearing an old plaid suit. The suit looked very old-fashioned, but the workmanship and fabric were obviously very sophisticated, indicating that its price was not high. Fei.

The man wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a regular hairstyle. He looked ordinary and had a kind expression, but he was looking at Feng Bujue with a little doubt in his eyes.

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

"Who are you?" Feng Bujue replied.

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

Feng Bujue's eyes became even more uncomfortable when he was stimulated by the light: "Hey! Don't be like this! It's too dazzling. Who are you? Doctor?"

"I'm Dr. Watanabe, don't you remember me?" the man asked.

"How did I get here? What are you doing?" Feng Bujue asked.

"I told you a long time ago, doctor, you are wasting your time." Another voice came from behind Feng Bujue, which was a blind spot in his sight, but the owner of the voice quickly came up from behind.

The man was about fifty years old, with gray hair on his temples and a fierce and bold face. He was wearing a windbreaker and holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

"Chief Tachibana, please don't interrupt me, it's very important now." Watanabe said.

"Tch..." Tachibana put out the cigarette butt unhappily, put his hands in his pockets, and stared at Feng Bujue, or in other words, at Shuichi Hirata.

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

"I..." Feng Bujue didn't know how to answer. What he was sure of so far was that the three stories he had just experienced were all the memories of Hirata Shuichi. He decided to tell the truth and see what feedback this NPC would give him. What message: "I was walking home and met the cracked girl..."

As soon as he said his first sentence, Tachibana next to him yelled: "Asshole! You're done, aren't you?" He was about to come up and grab Feng Wujue's hair, but fortunately Dr. Watanabe stopped him in the middle.

"Jiǐng, please calm down!" Watanabe shouted to stop him.

"Jiǐng..." Feng Bujue has been thinking about the situation in front of him since just now. At this moment, he made a bold inference: "Did I kill someone?"

"Did he commit murder?" Tachibana repeated what he said, then sneered, and then laughed: "You finally confessed, right? I thought you were going to deny it to the end."

"Dr. Watanabe, are you a psychiatrist?" Feng Bujue turned around and asked.

"Well, yes." Watanabe replied.

"Then you must know about multiple personality disorder?"

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

"What do you mean, this kid wants to pretend to be crazy and come up with new tricks to get away with it?" Tachibana standing aside said loudly, his anger seemed to set his hair on fire.

Feng Bujue ignored him and said to himself: "I am not Hirata Shuichi." (To be continued.