Scumbag bosses have become paranoid villains

Yu Ge opened his eyes, looked at his current face carefully in the mirror in the bathroom.

The mirror faithfully reflected her appearance at this time.

Every piece of furniture around her seemed extremely familiar to her, but a certain nerve in her body suddenly tensed up, a subtle and indescribable unease quickly burned down her spine to her brain stem, causing her to swallow subconsciously. Mouth saliva.

She knew that she was in a mission, but she couldn't remember the cause at all, and she couldn't even imagine what kind of mission she was in to create a character that looked exactly like the host himself.

"4, hasn't the script for this time been passed on...?"

A few seconds passed, and what answered her was only a sudden and blank silence, only the rushing blood, hitting her periosteum again and again in the cranial cavity.

She stepped out of the bathroom in a daze, but only found an old man on a ventilator on the big bed in the master bedroom.

It was a dying old woman, about seventy years old, so thin that only a handful of heavy bones remained, she had obviously fallen into a coma due to aging or disease, even if she was lying there peacefully, there would be a burst of pain in her chest A loud beeping sound.

This is... who?

Is it her mission goal this time?

The summer breeze passed through the hall, lifted the white and soft gauze curtain, and also made the paper on the bedside table make a crisp rustle.

Yu Ge approached the small cabinet, gently put the top metal-rimmed glasses aside, and carefully picked up the stack of yellowed and wrinkled paper.

"A Duan:

Seeing words is like meeting..."

The brush strokes are a bit vain, but the strokes are sharp, and the turning point is like a silver hook painted on iron, revealing a sharp edge like cutting gold and jade.

This is obviously her own handwriting.

Ah Duan...Chu Siduan?

It was as if the most hidden and softest part of her brain was suddenly pierced by a long needle. The sharp and cold pain made her pupils dilate slightly. She staggered back two steps by the bed, but just hit the window sill behind her.

She turned her head hesitantly.

The quiet and clear rose fragrance mixed with the bitter green grass smell will linger in her nose, she lowered her eyes slightly, and saw the blooming rose fields swaying in the warm wind, reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun Li, red withered and discouraged.

Decades of time passed by like flowing water, the former lover was already old, and she...why did she want to revisit her old place?

Yu Ge stood in front of the old man with his hands down. After a long time, he stretched out his hand and picked up a strand of white hair that had fallen from the other side. The hair felt smooth and cold to the touch. It slipped away, and she was powerless, let alone redeemed.

Intellectually, she felt that she should be relieved, but in her heart, some more sour and turbulent emotions grew up, tightly choked in her throat, making her unable to speak a word, and even the strength to lift her fingers disappeared. Exhausted.

Standing there motionless, she heard vague conversations outside the door in a trance.

"The notarization of this inheritance has been done neatly, and I don't know how long it will take to swallow this breath."

"What, are you tired of serving?"

"Compared to those who are still awake, this one is considered idle, but no one wants to hang around an old lady all day long. Hey, by the way, I heard her talking in her sleep last night."

"...It's such a virtue," the little nurse whispered in surprise, "what else can she say?"

"It's like 'Little Rose, I'm leaving too'?" Another young female voice said indifferently, "Who knows, it probably won't fit in such a big house with a garden."

……

Yu Ge sat up from the sofa.

She works alone in the third psychological counseling room of the fast-traveling department. The coffee on the table is still not completely cooled. The coral fleece blanket she wears around her waist slides down to her lap with her movements, showing a warm and clean look under the bright light. color.

She casually removed the silk blindfold that had been rubbed onto her forehead, only to find that the cloth was completely dry, without any traces of water stains or flooding.

She thought she was going to cry, but the crocodile tears evaporated inside her before they could even flow. 7K 妏敩

Seeing that she woke up, the elderly counselor in charge of psychological counseling reached out and turned off the humidifier mixed with rose essential oil.

"What's going on this time, Xiao Yu, is it something in this round of missions?"

Yu Ge corrected his sitting posture, picked up the cup of coffee, sipped it and moistened his throat.

Looking at her expression alone, she seemed to be fine, only her face was a little pale, but when she actually spoke, her tone was far less calm than she seemed on the surface, and even the tone trembled slightly.

"It was the clearing target of my first mission. I dreamed that...she is still in the place where we used to live, but she is already old and dying."

The middle-aged female consultant pushed down her glasses and suppressed her breathing so low that she couldn't hear it.

"Let me guess," she said softly, "You thought you'd forgotten the scene in this mission a long time ago, but when you really dreamed it, was it as clear as yesterday?"

She stared at the host in a daze for several seconds before finally nodding her head noncommittally.

"Okay! Xiaoyu, you don't have to be nervous. The plot you experienced this time is so intense, and you adjusted the dose on your own initiative. Isn't it normal for you to react more afterward?"

While comforting her, the counselor formally signed on the handwriting board.

"How about this, I'll help you apply for two weeks of annual leave first, and if the situation doesn't improve, I'll grant you sick leave. You can prepare yourself, and go back and rest after finishing your work report."

Perhaps it was because of a little slack after leaving the mission. Yu Ge was still a little dazed after waking up. She forcibly suppressed the looming palpitations and managed to stabilize her mind.

"... Debriefing?"

The fast-traveling department does have clear regulations that require the host to conduct a face-to-face report with the direct superior after each round of missions, and the next step can only be taken after approval.

The problem is... In her impression, the special thing about the title of the villain's corrections department is that there is no so-called section chief at all, and instead they always accept the instructions of the deputy bureau.

"I have to...do I go to the deputy bureau to report on my duties?"

"That's right, you've been busy with psychological counseling and evaluation these days, so you probably haven't heard of it yet."

The older woman handed her the materials, and when she heard this, she looked over the lens and showed a bit of a ridiculous smile.

"Strictly speaking, you do have an immediate boss, and...he also woke up two days ago."

……

The third inpatient department of the Space-Time Administration, 404 East Branch.

Holding a bag of fruit, Yu Ge signed the registration form at the nurse's station with one hand, and checked the ward information on it by the way.

"Cadres Ward 404: Song Aishu - Section Chief (Villain Correctional Section)"

Yesterday, she inquired temporarily with her colleagues and learned that Section Chief Song had been in office for several years. The reason why she gave her subordinates the illusion that "the Section Chief does not exist at all" was because this Section Chief had previously been on a mission. Lost for almost two years.

The loss of the host is one of the most sensational work accidents in the Bureau. Normally speaking, the few cases that have occurred in history will be well known to everyone, but she can't ask what happened to her immediate superior when he was lost. Related rumors.

Even the old seniors of the villain's correctional department seem to be unaware of this matter. Most people have only heard of Song Aishu's name, and no one has ever worked with this leader. , Even when the section chief was sober, he didn't even face to face with the other party.

Standing at the door of the ward, she remembered the vague description of the previous deputy section chief.

"Section Chief Song is just a name in our department. She doesn't usually get involved in daily business affairs, and she doesn't like to show up. Compared with the management of other departments, she seems to be more willing to do tasks in person... for some reason It’s a pity that I lost myself.”

Lost somehow...?

A trace of hesitation flitted through Yu Ge's heart, as if she had smelled some extremely hidden danger from her subconscious mind, but when she wanted to investigate further, it disappeared without a trace due to lack of grounds.

——That is actually an intuition honed in the world as a host, but now she can't figure out the script for predicting the overall situation, and has lost the system for collecting information. Apart from making people uneasy, this intuition is also useless. to any substantive effect.

She knocked on the door twice, and after a while, she tentatively opened the door of the ward that was half-hidden.

Inside the door, a soft and deep voice slowly entered her ears, as if she was reciting the end of a certain poem alone.

"*...I hear your voice when the waves crash violently; even if you are far away, I am with you, and you are by my side; the sun goes down, the stars shine, may you be near me."

Startled by the sound of her pushing the door, the voice paused for a moment, and when she spoke again, it was still in that calm and steady tone.

"Please come in—"

The curtains were not opened in the ward, only a small bedside lamp between yellow and white light was turned on. A woman in dark pajamas was sitting on the single sofa by the window, the silhouette of the lower part was almost completely annihilated. In the dark background.

Yu Ge narrowed his eyes slightly.

As far as appearance is concerned, this woman is about 30 years old, and she is a classic model of gentleness and restraint among women. When she shows a little expression, the corners of her eyes have a little trace of time, but she does not show aging, but shows a bit of dignity And dignified demeanor.

Under the dim and hazy light, the long hair hanging on the shoulders revealed a soft and bluish color, which softened the alienated and unfamiliar face, making the viewer's brows twitch heavily.

——She is no longer a young student who is new to the workplace, nor does she have much respect for the leaders she has to deal with. Even Yu Ge herself can't tell where this feeling of inappropriateness comes from, like a cold sharp blade suddenly It penetrated into the back of her neck, making her visibly chill even when she breathed out.

While she was hesitating, Song Aishu took the initiative to open the scene.

The tall section chief stood up, approached a little, and thoughtfully opened a folding seat for the visitor.

"I've read your email this morning, but since we'll often meet in the future, I think it's better to meet in person."

She lowered her eyes slightly, and inadvertently glanced at the round mole at the end of the other's eye and slightly damp sideburns, and her throat slid very slightly.

"Are you right... Yu Ge, deputy section chief?"