Hogwarts Archmage

Mercer hurriedly paid the bill and left without eating anything. He didn't have a certain appetite now.

The company was right across from the restaurant, so it didn't take long for him to dive into the office.

The supervisor's office was very large, and there was also a little secretary. The little secretary was holding the freshly cleaned lunch box and looked at Mercer, whose face turned pale due to vomiting, with some surprise: "Director, what are you..."

He shook his head: "It's nothing, I just felt a little uncomfortable suddenly, and it's actually not bad to have some work meals in the company occasionally."

"Then do you want me to get some for you?" the little secretary asked tentatively.

"No, I can just go and get it later."

"OK then."

The little secretary put away the lunch box. Seeing that he was feeling a little uncomfortable, he walked over and gently rubbed his temples: "Are you cold?"

Mercer picked up the short intern and put him on his lap, tightening his grip: "It's okay, I'm just a little nauseous..."

At this point, he stopped and his nose twitched twice: "The company ate fish today? Why is there a fishy smell?"

"Oh, it's the big boss who said that everyone has been working hard these days and got a master of making fish for everyone..."

Mercer pushed him away, walked into the bathroom, and started vomiting again.

Pressing the flush button on the toilet, he walked to the wash basin and washed his face. Looking at himself and the surrounding environment reflected in the mirror, he had an illusion in a trance, as if his face had grown gills, but carefully Look, it's still the same.

After tidying himself up, Mercer pursed his lips, opened the door and walked towards the restaurant. For some reason, he always felt that something was wrong and planned to go and take a look.

There were many people in the restaurant.

A guy with a smile on his face that was more like an action than an expression, held a sharp knife in his hand and gently cut open various fish, and separated them into small plates according to the grade of the fish meat.

His colleagues lined up to take the plates and sit back at their seats, stuffing the fish into their mouths greedily.

They were so impatient that they didn't even use dipping sauce.

Everyone looked over when they heard the sound of the door opening, and smiled brightly at him.

The boss, who was sitting next to the chef and enjoying the best fish at all times, waved to him and asked him to sit next to him. He gestured to everyone and said loudly: "Look, it's our great hero. He didn't go to the simple restaurant opposite. restaurant, but come and enjoy the delicious food with us!”

There was a cheer in the restaurant.

Mercer forced a not-so-good smile on his face, walked over and sat at the seat designated by Vincent, and received a plate of so-called fine meat.

He waited for dozens of seconds, but no one gave him the sauce. The boss said impatiently: "Have a try, this was just dragged up from the sea today!"

He knew there would be no dipping sauce, so he endured his nausea and put the fish into his mouth. Although it was so fishy that he wanted to vomit, he pretended to be eating some delicious food and chewed it slowly, letting the so-called "fresh and sweet" taste. "The meat juice slowly slid down his throat and into his stomach, causing it to twitch one after another.

"What an excellent food." Mercer said with an intoxicated expression.

There was a cheer in the restaurant, like he had done something great.

After speaking, Mercer said with some regret: "It's a pity that my stomach is broken, otherwise I really want to continue to taste this rare delicacy."

Everyone in the restaurant who could hear him sighed at the same time, feeling sorry for him.

The boss also patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay. When you get better, I'll treat you to a meal alone."

"Thank you."

Mercer burst into tears with gratitude, and then said: "But I won't stay here and delay everyone's enjoyment. More importantly, I'm afraid that if I can't help it, it will affect the follow-up work."

"Indeed, we can't delay contacting the organizer."

The boss said with some emotion.

Mercer, on the other hand, walked towards the window next to him with a strong look on his face, took some simple food, expressed his reluctance again and left the restaurant.

He went out and went down the stairs, walked a few steps, and after making sure that no one was in the bathroom, he locked the door and lay on the toilet.

Maybe it was because he vomited too many times that day, and he felt a little dizzy around him.

He turned the faucet of the sink from warm water to cold water, and the tap water, which was only one step away from freezing point, fell into his hand, and he rushed it to his face.

"Damn...what happened..."

The cold water cheered him up a bit, and he decided to go out and take a look.

It is normal for a supervisor to leave the company to do business during work, not to mention that now the whole company is caught in an inexplicable carnival.

He didn't drive, so he took the bus at the door, then found a subway entrance to transfer to the subway, and finally took a taxi near the suburbs and returned to the company.

It was almost dusk at this time.

Everyone on the road was talking about this game and which restaurant had delicious meat, but what they were talking about was fresh food, no matter what kind of meat.

Mercer kicked the little secretary out of the office and sat on the huge swivel chair, shrinking and thinking.

and many more…

He seemed to have caught some inspiration.

Contest…game…meat…

All of this seems to have been triggered after the broadcast of this program. Yesterday everyone was still in a normal state...could it be...

He walked into the broadcast department where there were only a few people. He ignored a few staff members who were lazily watching the TV pictures to prevent problems, and picked up some copies of the video tapes that had been edited last night.

Considering that there was nothing to do in the afternoon, the content to be released in the next early morning has been placed in the relevant work room. After saying hello to Vincent, he drove directly back to his home.

He hesitated before putting the tape into the player.

After thinking for a while, he picked up his cell phone and called his wife: "Keni, where are you."

The woman on the other side of the phone looked at the time in confusion: "I'm at my girlfriend's place. What's wrong?"

"Are you busy right now?"

"It's not too busy. She went shopping. I just came back from the interview... I have time until eight o'clock in the evening, but not after eight o'clock. I want to watch the replay of the game that was very lively recently. I I didn’t catch up with the live broadcast yesterday. Everyone was discussing that I seemed to be a bit out of place... What, do you want to meet me if you have something to do?"

Mercer's heart suddenly returned to his stomach, and he asked slowly: "In other words, you haven't watched that game yet, right? Not at all?"

"I went for an interview today and have been busy until now. What's wrong?"

"Koni, is there anyone else around you? Including your girlfriend who you don't know when."