Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 443 Searching for "2188 Building"

The temperature was still very high during the afternoon work.

The scorching heat and high-intensity work in the past few days completely drained the bodies of some employees who were not strong to begin with. In addition, they did not have enough rest time at night. In an unfamiliar and extremely oppressive environment, it was difficult to improve their sleep quality...

BUFF stacked up.

The sub-healthy state was completely broken.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun flower outside the company bloomed to its fullest moment, and the air conditioner in the office broke down very unfortunately...

The temperature rose.

38...39...41...43.

In the end, the indoor temperature rose to a desperate 43 degrees Celsius.

A normal person's body, without the scorching sun, with enough water and salt supply, can adapt to this temperature for a long time.

But it's hard to say for this group of sickly people in the company.

Less than an hour into the work, someone immediately couldn't hold on. When he stood up to get water, his legs became weak, his limbs began to twitch involuntarily, he felt dizzy and had a headache, and he couldn't hold the water cup steadily.

He had a heat stroke.

This man knew what was wrong with him, but he didn't want to buy medicine. Huoxiang Zhengqi Liquid was very expensive in the company, 200 per bottle, and three bottles were sold at a minimum. Employees with a salary of 6,000 yuan didn't dare to buy it casually. In the 2188 Building, their salary was their second life. If their salary was zero, they would still die...

Besides, people always have an illusion that if they have any minor illness, they can just hold on and it will pass.

The situation this time was actually not much different.

To be precise, it was just one word.

The employee held on and... died.

The heat stroke was not relieved in time, and eventually turned into heat stroke.

He kicked his legs and died on the spot.

Seeing someone die from heat stroke, the other employees who had heat stroke were scared and rushed downstairs to the pharmacy to buy Huoxiang Zhengqi Liquid.

Money and other things are important, but everything is fake if you are dead.

After looking at the body lying on the ground, Zhao Yi glanced at the broken air conditioner and shook his head slightly.

It was hard to tell whether this air conditioner was really broken or not.

Although the staff who drank Huoxiang Zhengqi water had headaches and dizziness, they did not dare to doze off in the office. They could only drink hot water to make up for the water loss from sweating.

However, these guys were not as smart as Zhao Yi.

They only drank water without replenishing salt.

Later, the electrolyte disorder in the body caused various discomforts.

In such a situation, they still had to do extremely boring and explosive work...

The mood became worse and worse, and continued to go downhill. Some people even became emo.

In comparison, Zhao Yi seemed much more comfortable.

His rhythm did not change much from beginning to end. He still sat in his seat and drank salt water leisurely, working for fifteen minutes and resting for five minutes.

At this time, Zong Haisheng realized why Liao Hongqiao praised Zhao Yi so much before!

Some inadvertent little details, in just three days, made them a huge difference from most other actors!

At that time, he only thought that Zhao Yi was a little smart and good at coping, but only now did he truly feel the horror of Zhao Yi!

It turns out that some details... can really kill people!

If he hadn't followed Zhao Yi's example at that time, even if he didn't have heatstroke, he would be tortured by the high temperature and various physical problems and would almost collapse, instead of being as relaxed as he is now.

Seeing that his colleagues around him were living so badly, he unexpectedly developed a sense of superiority. Even though Zong Haisheng knew that he could live so well now because Liao Hongqiao was leading him, this inexplicable sense of superiority still made him feel happy and comfortable.

This feeling is like you opened a bottle of 1982 ice cola and sat among a group of people drinking Lafite. They looked at you with envy and jealous eyes, but they couldn't do anything to you.

Cool.

It was finally night, the temperature dropped, and everyone's poor physical condition recovered a little.

Many people have been tortured during the day and are now exhausted physically and mentally. In order to keep awake, they have to drink coffee to keep alive...

Looking at these colleagues who drank coffee one bag after another, Liao Hongqiao and Zong Haisheng felt cold all over...

If they drink coffee at this time, it will greatly affect their sleep, and thus affect their condition tomorrow... Under the torture of the ten rules, once people's bodies have problems, it will trigger an avalanche-like chain reaction.

Zhao Yi looked at the countdown of the clock on the table and suddenly got up and left the office.

Liao Hongqiao was very alert and wanted to get up and follow him, but a terrifying breath came from behind her, as if something terrible was staring at her!

In fact, all the employees in C301 had this feeling at this time!

They lowered their heads slightly and could see the axe dripping with blood next to their legs and a pair of sturdy legs!

In everyone's mind, the company's sixth rule emerged-

[6. If you see a man with an axe standing behind you while you are working, make sure you devote yourself to your work until he leaves! 】

Liao Hongqiao felt cold all over. She could clearly feel the axe-wielding ghost behind her slowly raising the blood axe in his hand...

She immediately sat down and was in no mood to care about Zhao Yi. She focused on typing on the computer...

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The moon was dim at night.

It was dark and foggy tonight. Zhao Yi received a call from Meng Cunhua and, under his guidance, came to a secluded place.

The cleaner in cleaning clothes was already waiting for Zhao Yi here.

After seeing him, Zhao Yi exchanged clothes with him.

When leaving, Zhao Yi asked:

"What's your name?"

The cleaner hesitated for a moment and replied:

"Fang Jie."

He walked towards the brightly lit office building wearing Zhao Yi's clothes. The bright and dazzling light shone on Fang Jie's face, as if welcoming him into the holy temple. But in Zhao Yi's eyes, Fang Jie's back was not bathed in the slightest light, as if a dying fish was about to fall into the abyss of death.

Zhao lit a cigarette and raised the corners of his mouth.

He raised his index finger in front of him, pointed it at Fang Jie, watched him walk away, and laughed in an almost inaudible voice:

"He wants to kill you...but I won't let you die."

Watching Fang Jie leave, Zhao Yi also pushed the iron cart loaded with cleaning tools to the archives department. After checking his work permit, the security guards outside let Zhao Yi enter the archives building.

Because Zhao Yi was only cleaning the periphery and would not enter the interior, the security guards were not very vigilant about Zhao Yi.

They only cared whether Zhao Yi would enter the archives room, and did not mind what Zhao Yi did outside and whether he could clean it thoroughly.

Zhao Yi pushed the cart and found the sundries collection room. With a strong dust blowing in his face, Zhao Yi opened the door of the collection room and looked at the extremely dirty sundries behind, and couldn't help frowning.

He turned on the lights in the room and carefully searched inside.

The empty spray and the mobile phone used before death.

After determining the target, Zhao Yi quickly found these two things with almost no difficulty.

But what surprised Zhao Yi was that the phone seemed to have been infected with resentment, causing it to become some kind of supernatural phenomenon!

Blood was constantly seeping from the gap of the phone, the screen was flickering, and suddenly a terrifying ghost face appeared on it!

"Huh!"

The ghost face opened its bloody mouth and threatened Zhao Yi fiercely.

"I want to eat... Brother, brother, brother, don't... Don't, I was wrong, I was really wrong, ah, hot, hot, hot!!!"

The ghost face screamed under the burning red candle in Zhao Yi's hand.

Then the phone screen returned to normal.

Perhaps because of the ghost power, the battery was full.

Zhao Yi looked at the text message dialog box that had not been closed, and suddenly understood how the patient with myocardial infarction died.

The signature of the text message was: Wife.

The first sentence that caught Zhao Yi's eye made him live in Bengbu.

[Husband, your mother is dead. ]

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I will write the third update immediately.

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