The calendar on the wall shows that this day is November 24, 1990. 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 companies in big cities . far from it .

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 then . _ Looking at the black screen , the blinking cursor , the seal that basically knows nothing about DOSI was dumbfounded when I didn't realize it .

He reluctantly began to look through the paper documents on the table, spent twenty minutes , and basically determined that these were useless waste paper . So he went to look for the drawers of the desk one by one , and as expected , 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 big envelope , which was bulging inside , and under the big envelope , there was a small envelope with the word " Dictionary " written on it .

Feng Bujue looked around furtively , and then opened the two envelopes to read . The big one contained Hirata Hideichi 's resume . This kid actually graduated from Kyoto University . _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ He can sit in the position of deputy minister at the age of thirty , I really do n't know why heWant to seek development in this kind of small town .

The letter in that 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 from difficult families as possible , but he himself already has _ _ _ _ _ _Awareness of resignation .

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 doesn't want to use it in an office with a large number of people. In case the feeling of splitting headache comes again , he suddenly falls off the chair and falls to the ground with his head in his arms .There is a possibility of commotion . _

Taking a deep breath , Feng Bujue activated his title skill , but the result was the same as the last time he used it , a piercing pain burst out in his head , but there was still nothing in front of him Boss data , just flashed his face . _ _ This face is the same as the last time I saw itThe same , the expression is numb , the eyes are wide open, but the eyes are expressionless .

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

The two walked to the urinal , and while solving the problem , they chatted without saying a word . _ _

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

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

"Hush! Be careful that someone overheard you ... "

"Cut... I heard it when I heard it . Anyway, I didn't want to do it a long time ago . That bastard Fukui , is n't it all his responsibility for the company to become like this . " The man spat and said angrily : " Always make some stupid decisions , but shift the responsibility to others . It is said that he embezzled public funds is no longer trueIt 's been a day or two , and the company is facing bankruptcy . Fortunately , he just bought that luxurious mansion a few days ago and moved in ... because of this _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Such a moth , everyone will be unemployed . _ "

" Hey ... Even if you 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, and they each smoked one , and then said : " The most pitiful thing is Hirata - kun , right ? It's always about cleaning up the bastard's mess . Let Hirata be responsible for laying off staff and making enemies with others , probably 80 %It was also that guy 's idea . _ "

"What a good man , no good reward . 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 ?"

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"Who said it was n't." The man took a puff of smoke : " But the worst thing is that his wife cheated on him behind his back ."

" Yeah , it 's so blatantly flirting with the minister on the stairs , even us bystanders ca n't stand it . " The man also took a puff of smoke : " It is said that _ Years ago Hirata -kun gave up his great future in Tokyo and came back to his hometown on purpose for the sake ofZhizi . _ At the beginning , Zhizi was able to come to work in this company , and it was because of Mr. Hirata 's low - pitched begging everywhere . Now that woman spends money with that scumbag minister all day long , and does some dirty tricks under her husband 's eyes , it 's really frustrating _ _ _ _People are disgusting . "

Feng Bujue was shocked when he heard the dialogue between these two NPCs . This script is definitely ruining the Three Views . Hirata Hideichi , this guy is more than a tragedy... The house was destroyed by a typhoon, his wife slept with scum , his job was almost gone , his money didn't seem to be much , he gave up his great future and youth , and nothing happened Not in exchange , and still _ _People who bump into ghosts and monsters every day , this kind of goods should be broken by themselves earlier .

" Hello ... there seems to be someone in that compartment . " The two people who were talking suddenly lowered their voices very low.

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

"Oops ... When I passed the office just now , Hirata - kun did n't seem to be in his seat , could it be ... "

The voices of those two people 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 ! Still coming ? " Feng Bujue thought , " Do n't tell me this script has four or more main lines ! Is this going to end ? "

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

This time, the system voice didn't even sound , and the scenery in front of Feng Bujue did n't turn into a CG , but turned into a projection on the wall . At this second, he was already in a room surrounded by four people . In the room with walls made of cement , there were 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 bondage suit for a mental patient, his hands were crossed horizontally on his chest , his two sleeves had no cuffs, they went around his body, and he was holding his hands together after getting up . His neck , waist, legs and ankles are tightly bound by special belt buckles, which fix his body on a chair . The whole person can only maintain a sitting posture, and even shaking from side to side is very laborious .

And 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 rattling 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 from a black and white film , and the image was The last picture is the toilet just now . _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Crack, clap.

Someone stretched out his hand and snapped two fingers in front of Feng Bujue . _ Feng Bujue turned his eyes away , and saw a man in his thirties , wearing a very old checked suit . The suit looked very old - fashioned , but the workmanship and fabric _ _ Obviously very elegant, indicating that it is expensive.

The man wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and had a well -proportioned hairstyle . He had an ordinary appearance and a kind expression , but he looked at Feng Bujue with a little doubt at the moment .

" Mr. Hirata, 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 , pointed it at Feng Bujue 's eyeballs , and took a closer look .

Feng Bujue 's eyes felt even more uncomfortable when the light stimulated him : " Hey ! Don't do this ! It 's too dazzling . Who are you ? Doctor ? "

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

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

" I told you earlier , 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 from behind Come up face to face .

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 do n't interrupt me , it 's very important now ." Watanabe said .

"Cut..." Tachibana unhappily put out the cigarette butt , put his hands in his pockets , stared at Feng Bujue , or rather , at Hirata Hideichi .

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

" I ..." Feng Bujue did n'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 , look See what information this NPC will feed back to me : " I was on the way home and encountered a gap _female ..."

As soon as his first sentence came out , the orange next to him yelled : " Asshole ! You are not finished , are you ? " _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Doctor Watanabe stopped 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 . At this moment , he had a bold inference : " Did I kill someone ? "

" Is it murder ? " Ju repeated his words , then sneered , and laughed again : " You finally confessed , kid ? 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 , and replied : " Of course , I know . "

"What do you mean, this kid wants to pretend to be crazy and get rid of crimes, but he has come up with new tricks ? " Standing on the side of the orange said loudly , his anger seemed to ignite all the hair .

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