Wen Nasha's roommate, a girl who is also a newbie in the workplace, is not here every Friday to next Monday - going home.
Wen Nasha's house is far away and he goes back once a month.
The roommate's room door was open and the lights were dim.
It must be that I went home, and the person was definitely not there.
Where did the strange sound come from?
What exactly is it?
"Say----Say------"
A sound came again.
The big stone that fell in Wen Nasha's heart was raised to her throat again...
At this time, the lights in the living room flashed without any knowledge - the light tubes flashed occasionally in the past few years.
But in this strange night, she would only add to the fear in her heart.
Wen Nasha once again, the cold air surged over her head...
Sweat all the feet and hands.
"Olivia?"
She tried to call her roommate's name.
"Say----Say------"
There was still a slight noise in response to her.
It was like some small particles, gently hitting the glass...
Wen Nasha quickly turned around and looked behind her.
Confirm that there is nothing behind.
Her back was against the wall, and she picked up the knife next to the water dispenser, which was usually cut vegetables and fruits.
I glanced around in panic, as if something terrible suddenly jumped out in the air.
He is usually very brave.
Tonight was indeed scared.
Could it be someone who made a prank?
The police officers just said that there were no ghosts, that must be the ones who made the mistake!
Wen Nasha was sober at this time that most of the time, and reason finally knew to go home.
"Say----Say------"
The regular sound continues...
She moved along the wall little by little to the door of her roommate's room.
Stand in and look—
The roommate didn't close the window.
The tassels of the curtains were blown up by the wind.
Throw it on the glass one by one.
It made a "shee--shee-----" sound.
Wen Nasha exhaled, reached out and pressed the light inside the door with a "click".
The room was bright and she became much more courageous.
Walk straight to the window, reach out to close the window...
...
Galileo State Investigation Bureau
Six o'clock in the morning.
Office area of ​​the special metering bureau.
Avis pressed half of his face against the keyboard, and his sleeping saliva flowed down again.
Next to the mouse, there is an exquisite chocolate carton upside down.
The shallow empty box is still covered with raw chocolate powder.
It exudes a smooth and leisurely chocolate bean aroma.
After he and Tiger finished their midnight snacks, they returned to the office. Tiger was suddenly called away by the commander on duty.
Go and never come back.
Ivis is really bored.
In the pantry and refrigerator, half a box of raw chocolate was found.
This is delicious, and he almost missed it.
The small box of white plastic foam was sealed tightly, like a biochemical bomb.
He used a knife to cut the sealing film, which also had a bubble plastic shockproof film inside.
If Ivis hadn't smelled this rich and seductive chocolate smell, half a box of chocolates that saved him from the boring sea of ​​bitterness, would have missed it.
He took it out and weighed it, and there was still half a box left.
Open the shallow square paper lid, and the raw chocolate looks like a bear is made vividly.
Pinch one piece and throw it into your mouth.
Ah ~
Connecting in one second, the entrance to the food broadcast world is melting...
It is a top factory of origin, and the raw chocolate made is right!
Avis happily carried back to his seat.
Play with your phone while eating.
Don’t forget to make a cup of Xuan rice tea.
Xuanmi tea with chocolate.
Cool!
All computers of the Bureau of Investigation cannot access the Internet.
As soon as Avis opened the web page, the system reminded him, "Please contact your administrative department."
For public computers that are only open to office areas, you can link to the external network to check information.
There are not many accounts in the entire state bureau that have permission to connect to the external network.
Carl, a dozen detectives, and senior managers.
Leaders can access external web pages through the computer VDI page and accompany the IT department monitoring program.
In the system's Outlook mail system, external emails can be collected and they will never be sent out. They can only send emails to colleagues inside the system.
It is strictly forbidden to take photos on computer screens. The "Informal Confrontation Patch" that interferes with the photoshoot is always a mess.
The night is long, and Tiger doesn't take him to the police.
He couldn't slip to the service hall and watched the auxiliary police officers on duty to receive the call.
I was bored in the office, after eating chocolate, playing with my cell phone for a while, and then fell asleep.
...
Carl's pale face, still covered in a layer of sleepiness, was woken up by Tiger's phone call.
When I arrived at the office, Ivis was still sleeping.
The books Tiger threw for him were piled up at his feet and played with them.
Carl frowned...
New hatred and old hatred are in my heart.
He took out a pair of dark sunglasses from the drawer and hung them in front of Ivis.
Then, from Neil's desktop, go with the electronic lighter.
A slight "click" sound.
Light the lighter.
Put it in front of Ivis, back and forth.
He shouted to the sleeping Ai Zhe's ears and eyes:
"It's on fire!!"
"Forehead……"
Ai Tsai's beautiful double eyelids opened a gap.
Seeing a few clusters of beating flames in the drowsy field of vision, I was so scared that I jumped high:
"Wow!!! It's on fire! It's on fire! Help! It's on fire!"
From his booth, jumped to the balcony.
I jumped to the tea room again, turned on the faucet, and jumped back again.
"Fire! Where is the fire!! Call the police! No! This is the police station! Ah! Fire station!"
Carl admired Avis, who was incoherent and panicked, and felt a sense of accomplishment as he was revenge.
Perhaps only as stupid as Ives can achieve this trick effect.
Not bad!
"You're sleeping soundly, don't jump, there's no fire."
After avenging the macaron yesterday, Carl was in a good mood and the warm wind blew on his face.
"Fire...no fire? No fire?"
Avis was stunned and felt that the adrenal qi was secreted in vain.
"You're having fun, you get off work. In the next two days, you'll have a rest and take the book back to read it."
"I don't take you like this! How can you make a joke about fire?"
Avis sat back on his seat and questioned him.
"I'm wrong, I'll dare to do it next time."
Carl exclaimed him calmly.
“…”
Avis vaguely felt that he must have offended the white-faced person.
Carl has accumulated resentment.
But even Avis couldn't even think of where to offend the iron-faced and private boss.
The only thing that has some signs may be last night...
right!
Last night, Tiger gave him a stack of books and said that Carl asked to study and recite the whole book.
"Don't you go back to rest? What do you think of me? I have words on my face? Reading books! Or do you want to work overtime? Go to the scene with me?"
Carl was stared at by Ivis and felt very uncomfortable.
"Are you angry because I didn't read the book Tiger gave me?"
Ives didn't think about it, and he couldn't remember it after digesting the macarons - he stole so many things every day, how could he remember it all!
I'll go to your grandma's bear cookies! The macaron is feeding the dog... Carl really wants to use a screwdriver to pry his brain open and see if the lines inside are interlaced and there is no smooth line.
But he liked it, fortunately Ai Shabi did not delve into the source of the macarons, and took over the conversation and said:
"This year's public office exam, the national exam time has passed. You should prepare for next year's job. Now you have to read books!"
"Didn't you tell me before, you're not allowed to get a job without the exam?"
"What I said before was that it doesn't matter if it's not qualified. I haven't said I'm not allowed to take the exam! Do you need to listen to the recording?"
"Ah??That means... I still have to take the exam!!!"
Chapter completed!