Excessive ferocity due to caution

Patients with myocardial infarction cannot tolerate strong external stimuli, as this can easily lead to complications.

Looking at the various explosive messages his wife had sent him on his phone, Zhao immediately understood the whole story.

Black-haired Mouse was an archives worker before his death. He wanted to go back home because of a family emergency, but he later found that it was easy to get into Building 2188 but difficult to get out. Neither taking leave nor resigning was allowed.

After some thought, he teamed up with two other people who also wanted to leave the company, stole their files, and then sneaked out of the 2188 Building.

Unfortunately, the hardest person to guard against in this world is the sixth brother.

He never imagined that Meng Cunhua didn't actually want to escape the company together... but rather wanted to use them to get a promotion!

Ultimately, the two were betrayed by Meng Cunhua and died in the 2188 Building.

...

Having obtained the items of death, Zhao Yi heated them with a red candle to calm them down before going outside. He then took out cleaning tools from the iron cart and began quickly cleaning the exterior of the archives.

Before long, Zhao Yi finished cleaning the area.

He packed up his tools, sent a message to Meng Cunhua, and then pushed the cart away.

Zhao Yi didn't ask Meng Cunhua for permission to enter the archives because he knew that would make it easy for Meng Cunhua to use him and betray him. Secondly, after the incident in the archives last time, the security here was obviously much tighter. Even if he could get in with the permission Meng Cunhua gave him, it would be very difficult to take the files out...

Therefore, asking Meng Cunhua for permissions is completely pointless.

Arriving at a deserted, abandoned area, Zhao Yi changed clothes with a sanitation worker who was constantly rubbing his fingers. The worker said:

"Your work is so boring. It's only been a little over an hour... but it feels like three or five days have passed."

"But I've finished recording your work hours and completed your work. Go back and check it. If there are no problems, you can go back and rest."

Looking at Fang Jie, the cleaner who was changing his pants, Zhao Yi whispered:

"He wants to kill you."

Fang Jie suddenly stopped putting on his pants, looked up at Zhao Yi with some confusion:

"Who wants to kill me?"

Zhao Yi said calmly:

"Meng Cunhua".

Fang Jie's expression was somewhat stiff, even a little wary:

"How...how could this be?"

"I clearly..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yi interrupted him:

"You didn't do anything wrong, so why would he attack you?"

Fang Jie remained silent.

Zhao lit a cigarette and laughed:

"Because he doesn't want you to know I was in the archives tonight... guess how he'll kill you?"

Fang Jie looked blank and shook his head.

Zhao Yidao:

"He didn't want to get blood on him, afraid of getting blood splattered on himself, so he used company rules to get rid of you..."

"For example, tonight I went to the perimeter of the archives to look for something, but he told me I was there to replace you... Am I right?"

Fang Jie's breath hitched, and his expression subtly changed.

He slowly turned his stiff neck, watching Zhao Yi elegantly exhale a smoke ring:

How do I know you're not lying to me?

Zhao Yi clicked his tongue and said:

"Shall we make a bet?"

"Bet...what?"

"Meng Cunhua will call you tonight and tell you not to tell anyone about what happened tonight."

Fang Jie's expression subtly changed, and he probed with ulterior motives:

"What would happen if someone told?"

Zhao Yi looked him over and suddenly smiled:

"If word gets out, we'll be in trouble... and of course, Meng Cunhua will be in trouble too."

Fang Jie chuckled upon hearing this:

"Thanks so much, bro!"

Zhao Yi shook hands with him:

"You're welcome."

"Alright... I'm going back now. I've finished your work for you. Please check it later."

Fang Jie gratefully bid farewell to Zhao, pushed his bike, and turned to leave. Almost the instant he turned, the smile on his face changed, becoming arrogant and excited...

Staring at Fang Jie's departing figure for a long time, Zhao Yi said regretfully:

"I can stop Meng Cunhua from killing you, but I can't stop you from courting death."

"But that's fine too, you can help me a lot..."

Back in his office, Zhao Yi carefully checked his work for issues, and only after confirming everything was in order did he return to his dormitory to rest.

As usual, I warm my hands with a candle before bed to suppress any negative energy.

Set an alarm clock.

Meng Cunhua suddenly called.

Zhao Yi stared at the screen for a moment, as if he had thought of something. He answered the call and said:

"Steward Meng...it's already very late."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow."

After saying that, Zhao Yi hung up the phone without waiting for Meng Cunhua's reply.

Looking at his handsome reflection on the screen, Zhao Yi's lips curled up slightly. He turned around, his fingertips moving freely in the air, tracing beautiful musical notes.

In the cold, silent world of the phone, Zhao Yi could almost hear the shouts and curses coming from the other end.

This is a little common sense in life.

The bigger the balloon, the easier it is to burst.

...

"You bastard!!!"

On the 12th floor of the office building, Meng Cunhua slammed his phone onto the ground and began punching and kicking his desk furiously!

"How dare he?"

Meng Cunhua, his face flushed and neck bulging, stormed around the office in a fit of rage.

"I could crush him with one hand!"

"With such immense power in my hands, in the 2188 Building, I am the mountain, I am the sea!"

"How dare he be so rude to me?!"

He roared with almost all his might, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorted in an extremely morbid way.

"And that damned woman!"

"She kept saying she loved me, but she got pregnant without my permission!"

"She even secretly kept a diary behind my back... Damn it, damn it!"

"Damn bastard!!!"

"Why don't they just die?!"

"..."

After venting for a long time, Meng Cunhua gradually calmed down, and the contortion on his face gradually disappeared.

The office was a complete mess.

The axe-wielding man appeared here at some unknown time, but his hands were empty; there was no sign of the cleaner Fang Jie's corpse.

Meng Cunhua's face was extremely gloomy. He questioned the axe-wielding man loudly, but all he received was silence.

A moment later, Meng Cunhua suddenly realized something, and he stared wide-eyed as he asked:

"Has Zhao finished Fang Jie's work?"

This time, the axe-wielding man nodded.

Blanching!!!

Meng Cunhua screamed at the top of his lungs, gritting his teeth, wishing he could tear Zhao Yi to pieces right away!

After calming down for a long time, he picked up the phone he had dropped from the ground, searched for a while before finding Fang Jie's number, and dialed it.

beep--

beep--

"Feed? Steward Meng? What's the matter so late?"

Fang Jie's surprised voice came from the other end.

Meng Cunhua opened his mouth, wanting to say many things, but after thinking it over again and again, he only said in a tone with a hint of warning:

"Fang Jie, I don't want anyone else to know about tonight's events, understand?"

There was no response on the other end of the phone.

Meng Cunhua had no idea what was happening on the other end of the phone, nor could he see the excited yet shocked expression on Fang Jie's face.

Everything unfolded exactly as Zhao Yi predicted—Meng Cunhua did call and warned him to keep tonight's events a complete secret.

"Steward Meng..."

Fang Jie's voice rang out abruptly, carrying a sinister quality that made Meng Cunhua extremely uncomfortable:

"Keep it confidential is fine, but...shouldn't you at least offer some kind of gesture?"

"You don't want other people in the company to know about tonight's events, do you?"

An eerie silence fell between the two once again.

On the other end of the phone, Meng Cunhua clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, and blood seeped from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground...

PS: Third update, 2300 words.

First day of this month, 7000 words.

There will be more later.

Give me some time to adjust my state.

Goodnight, my darlings!