Be in low spirits

In the first month of the lunar year in the south, the sky was foggy and the southerly wind was humid. Kong Zhixi sat by the tea stove in the living room of her rental house, looking at the steaming glass pot and thinking about how she should live in the future.

It was already past 9pm, and the lights in the game company's building were still on. Fu Yan sat on a chair in his office, leisurely flipping through the resumes that HR had sent him today. He gently drew an arc in the air with his index and ring fingers, and the person in the resume turned into a 3D projection suspended in the air. Family members, work experience, and financial situation were all displayed one by one. After flipping through one after another, he became a little impatient.

He raised his right hand to check his watch, then looked at the sky outside the French window, thinking that the night market should be very lively at this time, with crowds of people and fireworks, and it was a good time to eat barbecue and drink beer. So he waved his hand, turned off the projection, and prepared to go out and reward himself.

At this time, a strange wind blew in the office, blowing Kong Zhixi's resume to the ground. Fu Yan, who had just stood up and was about to open the door, sighed softly, turned back and walked slowly to the fallen resume, picked it up and looked at it, and said expressionlessly: "Zhixi? There is no green Zhi in Qiujiang, Xiran is in Qingchuan. Well, since God chose you, you can't blame me." Then he walked to the door again. His slender figure was reflected on the French window. The pile of resumes on the desk also disappeared with his figure, leaving only Kong Zhixi's. Two minutes later, all the information on her resume gradually disappeared, leaving only this dim office and the white paper on the desk.

When Kong Zhixi received the call, she was staring at the small amount of savings on her mobile phone, and she was so worried that she didn't know what to do. As a result, after the call was connected, the other party notified her to go for an interview, and the address would be sent to her mobile phone. She was so excited that she almost jumped up, and then she stroked her chest and said to herself: "Calm down." Then she stood up from the sofa, walked into the room, took out a heavy notebook, and wanted to check the origin of this company. As a result, after turning on the computer, she found that there were only some irrelevant advertisements on the Internet, and there was no information about the company. But thinking of the high salary conditions, she comforted herself: "Well, maybe it's a low-key company. It doesn't hurt to give it a try. I have nothing to cheat. At worst, I will fight against the enemy!"

Before going out, Kong Zhixi looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing light makeup, a slightly wrinkled suit jacket, and an over-the-knee skirt. She looked serious yet elegant. She felt a little unconfident and awkward. She went back to her room, changed into a shirt, put on a slightly casual vest, then went back to the mirror and said to herself, "Well, I'm feeling better now. Come on." Her tone sounded guilty and powerless, but she still took a desperate step and rushed to the address on the text message.

After the induction door was opened, there was only one surveillance camera at the front desk, and no one was there. Kong Zhixi poked her head inside, trying to find someone, but a magnetic bass male voice came out of the surveillance camera, which scared her. "Do you see the office inside? Just come in from there." Kong Zhixi nodded awkwardly at the surveillance camera, and murmured in response: "Uh... OK... OK." As she spoke, she walked in.

There were no lights on in the company, and no one was there. It was dark and a little weird, which made Kong Zhixi regret going out. She felt that she should have put an anti-wolf spray in her bag. She stood at the door of the office and hesitated whether to go in. It turned out that the door was a sensor door, which did not give her any chance to regret. "What are you doing? Come in." Fu Yan, who was sitting on a chair with his back to the door, said leisurely. Kong Zhixi took a deep breath, put on a fake smile and walked in, and respectfully handed in her resume.

Fu Yan turned his stool and looked Kong Zhixi up and down. When he saw her skirt, he couldn't help but frowned. Without saying anything, he took the hot coffee on the table and took a sip. He symbolically took her resume and put it aside. He gestured her clothes up and down with his hands and said, "Uh... Actually... your skirt may... be a bit inconvenient."

"Ah? Isn't this a game test?" Kong Zhixi was very nervous, and became even more certain that this was a shady company. She used her peripheral vision to look around, thinking about how to slip out as quickly as possible.

"Yes, I will send you the game strategy guide, but you...this skirt...may not be very convenient to run in." Fu Yan still frowned, but this time he stood up from his seat, slowly walked behind Kong Zhixi, and said, "Uh...maybe the shoes...are not suitable." Kong Zhixi subconsciously looked down at her shoes, and her uneasiness became stronger. "Oh...never mind, Li Li will find a way for you when the time comes." As he said that, he transformed a shining knife from his hand and stabbed Kong Zhixi's back.

Kong Zhixi turned around and looked at him in disbelief. She wanted to say something, her mouth moved slightly but no sound came out. She began to regret that she should not have been so careless about money. She missed her mother, her father, and she wanted to go home. Money seemed insignificant at this moment.

Fu Yan leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Be good, it will be fine in a while. You can come back after the mission is completed, and the 600 million will be in your account." The voice was distant at one moment and clear at another. Kong Zhixi only heard "600 million... in the account" in a sporadic manner. She didn't expect that after her death, she would be worth so much money. Is this what is written in the book?

When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by a group of people, some pointing at her and saying something, and some covering their mouths and whispering something to the people around them. She only felt a pain in her back, as if the place where she had just been stabbed was reminding her that what had just happened really happened. She supported her waist and stood up with difficulty, wanting to ask these people if this was the legendary heaven or hell. Then she heard a warning bell coming from a distance, anxious and uneasy.

The police car stopped not far from the crowd, and the people around consciously made way for it. A tall, sharp-edged policeman got out of the car. Kong Zhixi didn't expect that in such a place, the gods would actually wear the police uniforms of the mortal world. It seems that those strange people and things in the mortal world are not all liars. She couldn't help but sigh that there are really people who can communicate with gods. Just as she was immersed in this new world, a huge snapping sound slipped into her brain from her ears, and the people around her also made some instinctive calls with the loud noise. Looking in the direction of the sound, there was a female corpse lying on the ground. She had her eyes open, her face was pale, her lips were black, but she was dressed carefully and her makeup was meticulous.

"No onlookers allowed. Anyone who destroys the scene will be sent to the police station for tea." A sudden voice from the crowd pulled Kong Zhixi out of those eyes. The voice was loud and resounding. Not long after, a cordon was set up around the scene. Two minutes later, the forensic doctor arrived. The female corpse was also covered with a white cloth. The crowd gradually dispersed. Only Kong Zhixi was still standing there, unable to move. Even if she was in heaven or hell, she was still full of fear of death.

She moved her stiff feet and stood outside the cordon, staring at the body covered with white cloth, her face full of fear. The policeman in police uniform walked up to her and asked her, "Are you the Zhixi that Fu Yan mentioned?"

Kong Zhixi was still staring at the corpse, not hearing what he said. "Kong Zhixi? Kong Zhixi!" He raised his voice and this time she heard it, turned her head blankly and said "Huh?"

This was the first time they looked into each other's eyes. Kong Zhixi saw his face clearly this time. His skin was a little dark, and there was a beard on his philtrum. His angular face was a little angry, his eyebrows were thick and slightly wrinkled, and his lips were bright. She suddenly remembered the female corpse she had just seen, with black lips. She shook her head and couldn't help shouting, "Ah!"

Li Li was startled by her and took two steps back, complaining: "What the hell, so jumpy." The voice sounded like the dubbing of the male protagonist in a TV drama.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I... well, uh... I guess he just died... I'm not very familiar with him yet." Kong Zhixi was a little at a loss, and didn't quite know where to report next.

Li Li was also confused. Aren't the dead just carried away? How could she just die? "What did you say? Who? Just died?"

"Well, I just arrived. Do I need to report or register there?" Kong Zhixi completely sobered up from the fall from the building just now.

"Okay, come with me." Li Li didn't have time to explain to her now, so he could only take her back to the bureau first.