Excessive ferocity due to caution

The temperature was still very high when I was working in the afternoon.

The scorching heat and intense work of the past few days have completely drained some employees' already frail bodies. Coupled with their insufficient rest at night, and the unfamiliar and highly stressful environment, it's difficult for them to improve their sleep quality...

The buff is fully stacked.

The sub-healthy state has been completely broken.

At 3 PM, the sunflowers outside the company were in full bloom, but unfortunately, the office air conditioner broke down...

Temperatures are rising.

38……39……41……43.

Ultimately, the indoor temperature climbed to a despairing 43 degrees Celsius.

A normal human body, with sufficient water and salt supply, can adapt to this temperature for a long time without exposure to scorching sunlight.

But it's hard to say about the sickly group in the company.

Less than an hour into the workday, some people couldn't take it anymore. When they got up to get water, their legs went weak, their limbs started to twitch involuntarily, they felt dizzy and had headaches, and they couldn't even hold the water cup properly.

He suffered from heatstroke.

This person knew what was wrong with him, but he didn't want to buy medicine. Huoxiang Zhengqi Liquid was very expensive at the company, 200 yuan a bottle, sold in packs of three. Employees like them, earning 6000 yuan a month, really didn't dare buy it casually. Inside the 2188 Building, their salary was their second life; if their salary was wiped out, they would die just the same…

Moreover, people often have the misconception that minor illnesses will pass if they just tough it out.

The situation this time is actually not much different.

To be precise, it's just one word off.

The employee held on... and then went.

The heatstroke was not relieved in time and eventually developed into heatstroke.

With a kick of his legs, he died on the spot.

Upon witnessing someone die from heatstroke, the other employees who had also suffered from heatstroke were terrified and rushed downstairs to the pharmacy to buy Huoxiang Zhengqi Liquid.

Money is important, but without life, everything else is meaningless.

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

It's hard to say whether this air conditioner is truly broken or just pretending.

Although the employees who drank Huoxiang Zhengqi Water had headaches and dizziness, they dared not doze off in the office. They could only keep drinking hot water to make up for the water loss from sweating.

However, these guys weren't as shrewd as Zhao Yi.

Drinking only water without replenishing salt.

Later, electrolyte imbalance caused various discomforts.

In this situation, they also have to do extremely boring, mind-blowing work...

The mood just kept getting worse and worse, going downhill, and some people even became emo.

In comparison, Zhao Yi seemed much more comfortable.

His rhythm remained largely unchanged throughout; he continued to sit leisurely in his seat, sipping salt water, working for fifteen minutes and resting for five.

Only now did Zong Haisheng understand why Liao Hongqiao had praised Zhao Yi so highly before!

Some seemingly insignificant details, in just three days, set them apart from most of the other actors!

At the time, he only thought that Zhao Yi was a little clever and good at adapting to situations. But now he truly felt how terrifying Zhao Yi was!

Some details... can really be deadly!

If he hadn't followed Zhao Yixue back then, even if he hadn't suffered from heatstroke, he would have been driven to the brink of collapse by the high temperatures and various physical problems, instead of being as relaxed as he is now.

Seeing his colleagues struggling so much, he inexplicably felt a sense of superiority. Even though Zong Haisheng knew that he was doing so well because Liao Hongqiao was mentoring him, this inexplicable sense of superiority still made him feel happy and comfortable.

It feels like you've opened a bottle of 82 iced cola and are sitting among a group of people drinking Lafite. They look at you with envy and jealousy, but they can't do anything about it.

Cool.

Finally, night fell, the temperature dropped, and everyone's poor physical condition improved slightly.

Many people have suffered through the day and are now exhausted, both physically and mentally. In order to stay awake, they have no choice but to drink coffee to keep going...

Watching their colleagues chugging down packet after packet of coffee, Liao Hongqiao and Zong Haisheng felt a chill run down their spines...

Drinking coffee at this time will greatly affect their sleep, thus affecting their condition the next day... Under the torment of the ten rules, once a problem occurs in everyone's body, it will trigger an avalanche-like chain reaction.

Zhao glanced at the countdown clock on the table, then suddenly got up and left the office.

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

In fact, all the employees in C301 felt the same way at that time!

They could see the axe dripping blood beside their legs and a pair of muscular legs with just a slight tilt of their heads!

In everyone's minds, the company's sixth rule came to mind—

6. If you see a man carrying an axe standing behind you while you're working, make sure you stay fully focused on your work until he leaves!

Liao Hongqiao felt a chill run through her body. She could clearly feel the axe-wielding ghostly figure behind her slowly raising the blood-red axe in its hand...

She immediately plopped down, no longer paying attention to Zhao Yi, and focused intently on typing on the computer...

...

The moon shines serenely in the night.

Tonight, the clouds were dark and the fog was thick. Zhao Yi received a call from Meng Cunhua, who led him to a secluded place.

A sanitation worker in a cleaning uniform was already waiting for Zhao Yi.

After meeting him, Zhao Yi exchanged clothes with him.

As he was leaving, Zhao Yi asked:

"What's your name?"

The cleaner hesitated for a moment before replying:

"Fang Jie".

Wearing Zhao Yi's clothes, he walked towards the brightly lit office building. The dazzling lights shone on Fang Jie's face, as if welcoming him into a sacred hall. But in Zhao Yi's eyes, Fang Jie's back was not bathed in any light, like a dying fish about to fall into the abyss of death.

Zhao lit a cigarette and a smile played on his lips.

He held up his index finger in front of him, pointing it at Fang Jie, and watched him walk away, laughing in an almost inaudible voice:

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

After watching Fang Jie leave, Zhao Yi pushed the iron cart loaded with cleaning tools to the archives department. After his work ID was checked, the security guards outside let Zhao Yi into the archives building.

Because Zhao Yi was only cleaning the outside and wouldn't be going inside, the security personnel weren't very wary of him.

They only care whether Zhao Yi enters the archives room, and don't care what Zhao Yi does on the outside or whether he can clean it properly.

Zhao Yi pushed the cart and found the storage room. As a thick cloud of dust rushed in, Zhao Yi opened the door of the storage room and frowned as he looked at the filthy mess behind it.

He turned on the room lights and began searching carefully inside.

An empty spray bottle and the cell phone she used before she died.

Having identified his target, Zhao Yi quickly found the two items with almost no difficulty.

However, to Zhao Yi's surprise, the phone seemed to have become a kind of supernatural phenomenon because it was tainted by resentment!

Blood kept seeping from the cracks in the phone, the screen kept flickering, and suddenly a terrifying ghost face appeared on it!

"Clam!"

The demon-faced creature opened its blood-red maw, fiercely threatening Zhao Yi.

"I want to eat it... Brother, brother, brother, stop... stop, I was wrong, I was really wrong, ah, it's so hot!!!"

The ghost face screamed in agony as it was scorched by the red candle burning in Zhao Yi's hand.

The phone screen then returned to normal.

Perhaps due to the power of the ghost, the battery inside was fully charged.

Looking at the still-open text message chat box, Zhao Yi suddenly understood how the patient with myocardial infarction had died.

The message was signed: Wife.

The first sentence that caught Zhao Yi's eye stopped him in his tracks.

Honey, your mother is dead.

PS: Second update, 2400 words

I'll write the third update right away.