is this marriage

Hongtu Group, an emerging Internet company relying on the strong development of Internet finance and quickly occupying the market, is a holy place for countless introverts and souls of migrant workers to yearn for. The industry jokingly called it "elite arena".

In such a sanctuary for introversion, which is extremely suitable for the birth of kings, the working atmosphere naturally becomes high-pressure and efficient. Offices and meeting rooms on each floor are often brightly lit at three o'clock in the morning, and boxes of coffee are transported into the tea rooms of various departments every day.

In order to prevent conscientious employees from dying at work because of being too hardworking, the company thoughtfully opened a free infirmary, so as to ensure that first aid can be provided at the first time when employees faint, and the sudden death rate of employees can be reduced.

"Ha-uh-"

In the infirmary, Jiang Yuluo, who had just woken up from his sleep, stretched his waist and rubbed the left half of his face that was numb from sleep.

The egg-yellow sunset that flows down from the gaps in the blinds illuminates his desk in a warm copper color. There are a row of rare ornamental plants of various sizes by the window, and a misty rockery in front of the desk. There was a gurgling sound of water, and "I love fishing and I hate going to work" was written all over the infirmary.

Among the hundreds of employees of Hongtu Group, Jiang Yuluo, the only model rower who has insisted on not working overtime or arriving early all the year round, happily stole another day's leisure. The door of the room was pushed open with a "squeak".

"Hello, what's wrong?"

It is rare to see a few patients throughout the year. Dr. Jiang, who had already loosened his tie and stood up, had to sit down again. In the blink of an eye, he put on a professional smile and hung a stethoscope around his neck.

"Xiao Jiang, are you still off work?"

The visitor gently knocked on the door, and Jiang Yuluo frowned slightly when he heard the familiar voice:

"Isn't it still time to get off work? It's the boss of the class. It's against the company's regulations to be lazy and come to the infirmary."

"Hey,"

Ban Chong shrugged, and placed two large bags of beautifully packaged fruit boxes on Jiang Yuluo's table, "Last week, a small employee named Zhou Hui was exhausted in our technical department, which made people panic. Didn't I get the supervisor's approval?" , Do you want to come to Doctor Xiaojiang for an examination?"

Jiang Yuluo glanced at the fruit box, and sneered, "Zhou Hui died from overwork because of continuous overwork, and you, the class boss, are a noble person. It's not so easy to die from exhaustion."

This is not the first time that Ban Chong, the person in charge of the technical department, has come to bother Jiang Yuluo. You Fu, especially likes to play tricks on employees, and treats both men and women, and has long been notorious in the company.

"Don't say that, I'm very polite to Dr. Jiang, so you can't let go of your arrogance, let's...be friends?"

As Ban Chong said, he had already sat on the consultation chair beside Jiang Yuluo, and calmly reached out and grabbed Jiang Yuluo's fair wrist.

It's so white...

Ban Chong looked at him secretly, this little doctor has thin skin and tender flesh, and his wrists are so thin, it seems that as long as he exerts force, he will definitely leave red and purple marks.

"Are you sick?"

Jiang Yuluo pulled out his hand with a slap, wrote the words of impatience on his face, and looked at Ban Chong impolitely.

"Why, why are you scolding people?"

Ban Chong was used to it. Even if the little girls in his department were dissatisfied with him, they didn't dare to say anything in the face of his embarrassment. Jiang Yuluo didn't have any background, so how could he dare to come up and say that he was sick?

"Why come to the infirmary if you are not sick?"

Jiang Yuluo leaned back slightly on the wide back of the office chair, not taking the exasperation and threats in Ban Chong's tone seriously.

"Doctor Jiang doesn't check me himself, how will he know if I'm sick or not, right?"

Ban Chong suppressed his anger. He knew that Jiang Yuluo was a stubborn stubble and needed to be patient. He unbuttoned his suit jacket while talking, and moved closer to Jiang Yuluo.

And at this moment, the white porcelain teacup that had been placed steadily on Jiang Yuluo's table suddenly moved, as if being swung by an invisible hand, pouring the scalding tea drop by drop without fail. "It landed on the salty pig's trotter that Ban Chong stretched towards Jiang Yuluo.

That's right, not a single drop.

It didn't look like it was accidentally knocked down, but someone picked it up and sprinkled it on Ban Chong on purpose.

"Jiang, Doctor Jiang, have you seen it?"

With a groan, Ban Chong covered his reddened wrist and neck, watching in amazement that the teacup was put back on Jiang Yuluo's table in an orderly manner against common sense.

"Speak up,"

There was no trace of surprise in Jiang Yuluo's eyes, he staggered back slightly, "I see that the head of the class, Yintang, is black, and his body is strong but his complexion is not good. Is he bewitched?"

"You, what are you talking about? What kind of evil...Jiang Yuluo, did you see that your teacup just floated up by itself?!

"I haven't told Ban Boss, right? My infirmary is very dark, and the company has a funeral recently. Maybe Boss Boss, what you need is not me, a doctor, but a Taoist who can exorcise demons."

"Don't scare me with nagging, I..."

Ban Chong wiped off his cold sweat and forced himself to calm down. However, when he raised his eyes to stare at Jiang Yuluo, he caught a glimpse of the floor-to-ceiling glass behind Jiang Yuluo—the huge glass window reflected the scene of the infirmary. At this moment, besides Jiang Yuluo who was sitting in front of him, there was also a woman with disheveled hair leaning against the desk with her face propped up, playing with Jiang Yuluo's teacup.

Ban Chong wailed, and instinctively stepped back with his legs limp. He was so frightened that he couldn't speak for a while, and could only open his eyes and point at the reflective glass window randomly.

"Ok?"

Jiang Yuluo looked back along his fingertips, but tilted his head in doubt as if he didn't see anything, "Mr. Ban, why are you sweating all over?"

"You can't see?! You can't see?!!"

Ban Chong hissed and covered his eyes with exhaustion, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Sure enough, I'm bewitched by an evil spirit,"

Jiang Yuluo smiled and shook his head, "I know a few well-known priests, do you need me..."

"No need! No need! Jiang Yuluo, your office is haunted! How about your infirmary—"

"Shh, don't make too much noise."

Jiang Yuluo stood up, and as the last ray of warm sunset outside the window sank into the city's skyscrapers, his eyes were as black as the sea, like a crow's tail feathers left in the snow.

"You—you—!! Damn—help!"

Ban Chong couldn't hold on any longer, rushed out of the infirmary, screamed like crazy and ran away, until his voice gradually faded away, Jiang Yuluo slumped back on the office chair as if he was relieved .

"What about Xiao Jiang? My sister promises that bastard Ban Chong will never dare to harass you again!"

Holding a white porcelain teacup, the female ghost gave herself a thumbs up, triumphantly reminiscing about Ban Chong's embarrassing appearance just now.

"Sister, tie up your hair quickly, I'm scared when I look at it."

With her eyes closed, Jiang Yuluo took out a box of colorful headbands from the drawer and handed it to the female ghost.

"What are you afraid of? I have no trauma or bleeding. Which ghost you met before is not scarier than me?"

The female ghost pouted, but still obediently took the hair tie and tied her hair up neatly. The woman reflected in the glass was paler and had two huge dark circles under her eyes, no different from ordinary people.

"Don't break my teacup."

Jiang Yuluo sighed. The ghost in front of him was none other than the miserable beater whom Ban Chong mentioned just now, Zhou Hui, who died on the job not long ago.

"Know it,"

Zhou Hui carefully pushed Jiang Yuluo's priceless cup to the middle of the desk, stuck out her tongue, "Before I died, I didn't know that Dr. Jiang could still be psychic. I always wanted to strike up a conversation with you before I was alive. Thinking of being able to chat with you after death."

"I'm not called psychic,"

Jiang Yuluo added another half cup of boiling water to the cup, "After all, I am a staunch atheist."

"Then you are...yin and yang eyes?"

Zhou Hui leaned on the table with her face propped up, admiring Jiang Yuluo's beauty, "It's amazing, can you help me see if there are other ghosts nearby? This is my first death, and I don't know the process. What should I do next?"

"Well,"

Jiang Yuluo thought for a moment, he only had the most recent memory, and since he had memory, he had been working in this infirmary, during which time he could always see some ghosts and communicate with them, for people like Zhou Jiang Yuluo was used to a fresh ghost like Hui.

"Based on experience, the ghosts I encountered in the past stayed in the human world for at most two or three days before being taken away by the messengers of the underworld. Those ghosts are as considerate as the clerks in the comprehensive service hall, but like you No one has come to collect it for more than a week, but this is the first time I have seen it.”

"Could it be that I'm not dead?"

Zhou Hui's eyes were filled with hope again as she spoke. No one came to collect her after she died. When she was wandering around the company, she found that Jiang Yuluo could actually see her, so she was delighted as if she had found a support, and lived in temporarily. Jiang Yuluo's infirmary.

"No, I did the autopsy myself."

Jiang Yuluo resolutely denied Zhou Hui's already slim hope.

"Then what do you think is going on with me? I didn't do any bad things during my lifetime. Even if Hades doesn't accept me, there should be some kind of angel to take care of me, a poor wandering soul, right?"

"I don't know,"

After drinking half a cup of hot tea, Jiang Yuluo washed the teacup and put it back to its original place. He said nonsense, "It may be that something important has happened in the Palace of the King of Hell recently, and the manpower is not busy enough to come here."

"Your Highness——! Your Highness! Mrs. Meng said that Mr. Jiang, he seems to have fallen into the underworld river and fell into the world!"

With the young judge's wailing, the already chaotic Palace of the King of Hades became even more ebullient.

"Fell into the world?!"

Lord Yan, who was sitting on the king's chair, almost broke the jade pen in his hand, "That kid Jiang Yuluo fell into the world?"

"According to Mrs. Meng's investigation, it is indeed so! This has happened many days ago."

Not long ago, the little ghost who was ordered to track down Jiang Yuluo knelt on the ground sweating profusely, faltering and reporting the bizarre truth he had found out.

Jiang Yuluo, the head of today's magistrates, second only to the King of Hell, Mr. Jiang, has always been known for his prosperous official career, smooth handling of affairs, and dissolute chic. Being in a high position at a young age, he still has a bit of majesty in the underworld.

"For such a big person, he fell into the Styx with one foot? He is not a three-year-old child. Even if his brain got into the water and fell in, wouldn't he be able to get up by himself?"

The old Yan Wang, who had left a lot of heavy affairs to Jiang Yuluo, was in a daze. When Jiang Yuluo was there, everyone thought he seemed to be doing nothing. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuluo disappeared in just a few days, and the whole underworld was in chaos. With the trap, a large number of fresh souls remain in the human world and no one responds, and the letters of complaint from the six realms are about to burst the mailbox of the old Hades.

"This, this little one doesn't know. It may be that Jiang Juan was drunk and accidentally fell into it."

The little ghost wiped off his sweat. Among other things, Jiang Yuluo was the son of his old Hades himself. Now that he has encountered such a major event where his life and death are uncertain, he doesn't know how much the little ghost who was in charge of patrolling that day will suffer.