The calendar on the wall showed that it was November 24th, 1990. Feng Bujue worked for a company that manufactured electronic equipment. It was considered a big company in town, but it was still a far cry from those in the big city.
Before Feng Bujue started his investigation, he reached into his pocket as usual. The three keys appeared again. This meant that he would need to use them soon.
As someone who lived in the 2050s, if there was a computer before him, the first thing he would do was open it. Then … there was no then. Looking at the black screen and the blinking cursor, Feng Bujue, who knew nothing about DOS, was dumbfounded.
He helplessly flipped through the paper documents on the table. After twenty minutes, he was sure that they were all useless papers. Therefore, he went to look through the drawers one by one. As expected, one of the drawers was locked. He took out the key to try, and there was one that fit.
After opening the drawer, Feng Bujue saw a large envelope. It was bulging. Underneath the large envelope was a smaller envelope with the word 'resignation' written on it.
Feng Bujue looked around suspiciously before opening both envelopes. The larger envelope contained Hirata Shuichi's resume. This kid graduated from Kyoto University. No wonder he was able to become the vice director before the age of thirty. Feng Bujue had no idea why he would want to start a career in a small town like this.
Inside the small envelope was naturally the resignation letter. Feng Bujue took a look at it, and he had a rough idea of what had happened. This Hirata was a good person. He wanted to keep as many of the employees from poor families as possible, and he had already made up his mind to resign.
After reading it, Feng Bujue put everything back, locked the drawer, and went to the toilet.
The reason why he hid in the toilet cubicle was because he planned to use [A Decisive Victory] again. He didn't want to use it in an office with many people. If the splitting headache came again and he suddenly fell from his chair, it was possible that it would cause a commotion.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Bujue activated his Title Skill. The result was the same as the last time he used it. He felt a piercing pain in his head. However, there was still no information about the boss in front of him. Only his own face flashed in front of him. This face was the same as the last time he saw it. Its expression was numb and its eyes were wide open, but there was no light in them.
Just as Feng Bujue was holding his head and gradually recovering from the 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 of them walked to the urinal, and while they were relieving themselves, they chatted with each other.
"Hey … you saw it at the staircase, right?"
"Ah, yes, that scumbag minister is getting bolder and bolder."
"Shh! Be careful not to let others hear you … "
"Tsk … so be it. After all, I've wanted to quit this job a long time ago. That Fukui, isn't it all his fault that the company is in this state?" The man gulped and said angrily, "He keeps making stupid decisions and pushing the blame onto others. I heard that this is not the first time he's been embezzling company funds. The company is facing bankruptcy, but a few days ago, he bought that luxurious manor house and moved in as if nothing had happened … It is because of people like him that everyone has lost their jobs. "
"Sigh … even if we know that, what can we do?"
By then, the two had reached the sink. After they washed their hands, there was the sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette. They each took a puff and said, "The most pitiful one is Hirata-kun. He always has to clean up that scumbag's mess. It was most likely that man's idea to have Hirata be in charge of the layoffs. "
"What a bad karma. I also heard that Hirata's house happened to be in the area that was most damaged by the previous typhoon. Now, he and his wife have no choice but to move to the longhouse in Sanchō."
"Huh? Is that place even habitable? "
"That's right." The man blew out a puff of smoke. "But the worst thing is that his wife cheated on him behind his back."
"Yes, she was so openly flirting with the department head by the stairs. Even us bystanders couldn't stand it anymore." The man puffed out a puff of smoke as well. "I heard that a few years ago, Hirata-kun gave up his bright future in Tokyo and purposely returned to his hometown for Haruko. Haruko was able to work at this company because Hirata-kun went around begging for help. But now, that woman is spending all day with that scumbag department head for money. She's doing these things right under her husband's nose. It's so disgusting. "
Feng Bujue was shocked listening to the conversation between the two NPCs. This scenario was definitely going to ruin his worldview. Hirata Shuichi's life was more than tragic. His house was destroyed by a typhoon, his wife slept with the scumbag, his job was almost gone, and he did not have much money left. He gave up his bright future and youth, and in the end, he got nothing in return. Furthermore, he kept running into ghosts and monsters every day. This kind of person should just end his own life.
"Hey … I think there's someone inside that cubicle." The two who were conversing suddenly lowered their voices.
"Have we been overheard? By the way, who is that?"
"This is bad … When I passed the office earlier, Hirata-kun didn't seem to be in his seat. Could it be …"
The two's voices were so soft that Feng Bujue could not hear them anymore.
He was still considering how to get out of this situation. To his surprise, the problem was solved so quickly because Feng Bujue once again lost control of his body.
"That's impossible! Again? "Feng Bujue asked." Don't tell me this scenario has four or more main storylines! Is there an end to this? "
The answer was yes, and it was already over.
This time, even the system audio did not appear, and the scenery before Feng Bujue did not turn into cinematic. Instead, it turned into a projection on the wall. In that second, he found himself inside a room made of cement. There were no windows, and the door was no longer 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 that moment, Feng Bujue was wearing a restraining outfit meant for a mental patient. His arms were crossed before his chest, and his sleeves had no cuffs. They went around his body and ended behind his back. His neck, waist, legs, and ankles were tied tightly by custom-made buckles. They secured his body to a chair, and he could only maintain a sitting position. Even moving left and right required a lot of effort.
The most uncomfortable thing was that his eyelids were taped to his eye sockets, and they could not be closed. At that moment, his eyes felt dry and uncomfortable.
The clicking sound came from a small projector on the table behind him. The device was aimed at the wall before Feng Bujue, and it projected a black and white image. The last image on the screen was the toilet that he had been in earlier.
Pa, pa.
Someone reached out and snapped twice before Feng Bujue's eyes. Feng Bujue turned his eyes around and saw a man in his thirties. He was wearing an old checkered suit. The suit looked old-fashioned, but the material and workmanship were exquisite, which meant that it was expensive.
The man wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and had a normal hairstyle. He looked normal and kind, but when he looked at Feng Bujue, there was confusion in his eyes.
"Hirata-kun, are you okay?" the man asked.
"Who are you?" Feng Bujue asked.
The man's expression shifted, and he took out a mini flashlight from his pocket. He aimed it at Feng Bujue's eyes and leaned closer to study them.
Feng Bujue's eyes were stung by the light, and he felt even worse. "Hey hey! Don't do that! It's too bright. Who are you? Doctor? "
"I am Doctor Watanabe, don't you remember me?" the man asked.
"How did I get here? What am I doing? "Feng Bujue asked.
"I told you, doctor, you're wasting your time." Another voice came from behind Feng Bujue. It was his blind spot, but the owner of the voice soon walked up from behind him.
The man was in his fifties. His sideburns were white, and his face was fierce and resolute. He wore a trench coat and held a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.
"Officer Tachibana, please don't interrupt me. This is very important," Watanabe said.
"Tsk …" Tachibana put out the cigarette with annoyance. He put his hands in his pockets and stared at Feng Bujue, or rather, at Hirata Shuichi.
"Have you remembered anything, Hirata-kun?" Hirata-kun, "Watanabe asked.
"I …" Feng Bujue did not know how to answer. The only thing he could confirm was that the three stories that he had experienced earlier were all from Hirata Shuichi's memory. He decided to tell the truth and see what kind of feedback this NPC would give him. "I was walking home when I ran into a woman with a split mouth …"
Just as he said that, Tachibana beside him roared, "You b * stard! Are you done yet? "He wanted to grab Feng Bujue's hair, but thankfully, Doctor Watanabe stepped in to stop him.
"Officer, please calm down!" Watanabe stopped him.
"Officer …" Feng Bujue had been thinking about the situation that he was in. Then, he came up with a bold hypothesis. "Did I kill someone?"
"Did you kill someone?" Tachibana repeated his question and then laughed mirthlessly. "You've finally admitted to your crime, haven't you? I thought you were going to deny it until the end. "
"Doctor Watanabe, are you a psychiatrist?" Feng Bujue turned to ask.
"Yes," Watanabe answered.
"Then, you must know about multiple personality disorder, right?"
Watanabe hesitated before answering, "Of course, I know about it."
"What is the meaning of this? This kid is trying to play crazy to get away with it?" Tachibana, who stood to the side, yelled. His anger was about to set his hair on fire.
Feng Bujue ignored him and said, "I'm not Hirata Shuichi."
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