Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1355
Many people in the office of Tengfei Journey have already come to work, the sound of keyboard tapping, the ringing of the phone, and the buzzing of the central air conditioner... "Who is she?" Someone asked a colleague in a low voice when walking past Deng Yilan road.

Deng Yilan sat on the waiting sofa, among the workers passing by, she had never been so clearly aware of how uncomfortable it was for her to wear pajamas and slippers.She wiped her hands on her trousers several times, and her palms were soon sweaty again.

"Hey, you." The man surnamed Peng poked his head out of an office and told a girl, "You invite Miss Deng over here."

When Deng Yilan looked up, she saw a pale face tightly set.The girl was talking to her from outside the gate, and she didn't make eye contact with her at all, so she came over and asked her to come over in a low voice.

"I've been waiting for a long time," Mr. Peng looked very polite and asked her to sit down. "Have you met our little Liu?"

The girl avoided Deng Yilan's eyes, and shook her head knowing what to do; Deng Yilan didn't want her to be embarrassed, so she said first: "I saw it outside... because I lost my wallet and wanted to borrow money from her to go home, she thought I'm a liar and asked me a lot of questions."

As soon as the words came out, she couldn't help being surprised.She has always been not good at speaking. She was young when she first joined the unit, and other female colleagues were always called by the leader to accompany clients, but no one called her because the leader thought she was too honest and inflexible.Since when has she been able to make up an excuse so smoothly and without thinking?
Boss Peng nodded his head, fixed his eyes on Xiao Liu, and let her go.

"An unknown security guard", Deng Yilan suddenly remembered what the girl had said to her.That day, it was a security guard whom he didn't know, who called Han Jun away...and there was not even a security guard on today's soaring trip.

"...How is the investigation going?" She worked out for a few seconds, and Mr. Peng had already asked the question in a pleasant manner.

Deng Yilan narrowed her eyes and looked at him carefully.The sun's light came in through the gaps in the window slats, reflecting off his carefully combed hair and gold-rimmed glasses.The opponent was beating someone, and it was Han Jun who was beating, and it suddenly became a little unbelievable at this moment.

"I went there a few times and they all told me to wait for news at home."

"Then just wait," Mr. Peng nodded, and the skin that had been loosened due to age was pressed down from the edge of the neckline with the movement. "I'm very confident! I believe that the French Open will be fully restored, and there will be no omissions."

That's right, the French Open is back... Deng Yilan clutched her pajama pants and read these words in a daze.

"I care about Han Jun very much, and I feel very sad when I hear about his death. How about this, let me ask my friends in the bureau, and try to find out as much as possible for you." Mr. Peng's expression was almost Kindly, "What we want is the same, that is, to give Hanjun justice as soon as possible and punish the murderer severely. During this time, you can rest at home, how about it?"

Deng Yilan didn't speak.

"I understand that you are sad, but you have to pay attention to yourself. You see, you ran outside in your pajamas for most of the night, lost your wallet, and couldn't go home. If Han Jun knew, how sad would it be? Let others see I thought you were mentally ill." Boss Peng shook his head and took out a few banknotes from his wallet. "It's my wish. Take the money and take a taxi home."

She remained silent.

"Sister and sister, talk. What are you thinking?"

Deng Yilan slowly raised her head. "...a caveman."

Mr. Peng was taken aback: "What?"

"I'm thinking of cave people." Deng Yilan said slowly, "It's when men hunt and women gather..."

Perhaps Mr. Peng really felt that she was mentally ill at this moment, so he blinked at her from behind his glasses.

"If Han Jun and I were both cavemen and got married... I don't know if there was a husband and wife at that time, so let's just assume there was. If he was beaten to death, I can't call the police, and there is no court, then I If you want revenge, you have to look for clues and find the murderer by yourself." Deng Yilan paused to think about it.

Mr. Peng obviously thought he understood what she meant, and smiled: "Yes, it's better to be in a modern society ruled by law, isn't it?"

Deng Yilan let out a "hmm".She can only agree, she dare not say what she thinks in her heart.

The conversation went on for a while, mainly because Mr. Peng persuaded her to collect the money and go home, and said a lot of condolences; Deng Yilan sat dumbly for a while, and finally walked over to take some banknotes and said: "You're right, I'm home now. Where's the bathroom?"

With the result of the conversation, Mr. Peng was very satisfied, called the secretary to come in, led her out, and told the secretary: "You must send Miss Deng to the car in person, this is my very important guest. "

Deng Yilan deliberately sat on the toilet for a long time.

The secretary came in twice, and she always said that she had a stomachache, and told the other party not to wait, and just go out and take a taxi later.A woman in pajamas and slippers went to someone else's company to have diarrhea, and she also felt that she must look mentally ill; the secretary didn't seem to bother to spend more time on her, and quickly left her and left.

As soon as the sound of high heels disappeared, Deng Yilan immediately stood up and walked quietly to the door.There was no one in the corridor outside the bathroom, so she took this opportunity to sneak out, looked around, and ran to the back room with small steps.

The sound of her heartbeat almost burst her eardrums, and Deng Yilan was afraid that there would be security guards in the small warehouse, or the door would be locked; she rushed to the small door and turned the handle, but fortunately, the door opened silently.

... In the small warehouse with pale yellow lights, among the filing cabinets, Han Jun turned his head to her and smiled slightly.

Deng Yilan seemed to be grabbed by someone's internal organs at once - and then she looked carefully, the warehouse was empty, except for a small desk, bottled water, paper towels and other sundries, she was the only one.

Maybe she was really going crazy.

She closed the door and stood there for a few seconds, opening and closing her eyes vigorously, hoping that she could see him again.The only good thing that happened after Han Kyun's death was that she had a vision and saw him again, but he never appeared again.

Deng Yilan walked slowly to the center of the warehouse, and stopped for a while at the place where "Han Jun" stood just now.Has he been to this place before, has he ever faced a desk like himself?His feet have also stepped on this floor, right?
Deng Yilan took her foot out of the slippers and stepped on the concrete floor barefoot.She thought she would feel the warmth left by Han Jun, but there was only a piece of ice cold under her feet.

She imagined how Han Jun would look at the room, and followed his gaze to look through the warehouse one by one.This may be the last scene Han Jun saw before his death. He was so close to the sea outside, he was so close to the sky outside, the last thing he saw was this narrow warehouse without even a window.

She raised her head, glanced over the filing cabinet, and paused.On a sharp corner, there is a long and narrow black and red stain, as if someone wiped it without paying attention, and left it with a stroke.Deng Yilan suddenly forgot how to breathe, started to look around helplessly, her eyes quickly fixed on the chair behind the table.

Just as she dragged the chair out and drew it closer to the filing cabinet, the warehouse door was suddenly knocked open.

The secretary who had left her behind just now was flushed and flustered. When he saw her, he seemed to have seen the enemy's scout. Before he could say a word, he turned around and shouted: "Mr. Peng, here she is! Warehouse!"

Deng Yilan didn't know what to do now, she stared blankly at Mr. Peng, several employees, and the girl just now pouring into the warehouse from outside.Mr. Peng's eyes turned a few times around the chair, the file cabinet and her body, and his expression had already changed.

"I've done my best," he said through gritted teeth. "You don't have any money. I'll give you the money, and I'll send someone to the car. What are you doing here now?"

This might be her last chance, Deng Yilan thought.If she leaves here today, she will no longer be able to verify the black and red stains on the corner of the cabinet. I am afraid that no one else will verify it except her.She didn't say anything at all, stepped on the chair immediately, and stretched her arms to touch the corner of the cabinet.

Mr. Peng rushed out from the crowd.

Regardless of his well-maintained appearance, his strength is really not small - he kicked the chair leg, and the chair flew; Throwing it into the air, the body fell back along with the chair and fell to the ground until it hit the ground hard.

"Call the police!"

When Deng Yilan was thrown to the ground and her eyes turned black, she could hardly believe that she heard these two words. "Take out your mobile phone and call the police," Mr. Peng yelled angrily again, "She came to disturb our business, she refused to leave after being called away, and she wanted to steal something—Hurry up!"

It took Deng Yilan a long time to catch her breath, rolled to the ground, and saw that Xiao Liu who was talking to her was frantically dialing the phone.

For some reason, that scene has been imprinted in her mind.

... I don't know if Xiao Liu has been fired now?
Deng Yilan sat on the cold floor, thinking in a daze.

The toilet shared by many people in the corner has not been cleaned for some time, and it emits a pungent smell of urine; several other people sat and lay down, and no one spoke.In this gray and cold little brick house, together with a few others, she silently waited for an increasingly dire future.

The sound of a bunch of keys knocking woke her up.She didn't know when she fell asleep, only to realize that someone came to open the iron gate; a woman opened the door and shouted inside: "Deng Yilan!"

She stood up slowly, lowered her head, and followed the woman out.She was still wearing the pajamas, which were dirty by now.When she went out, she took back her mobile phone and house keys.She looked at the things she had forgotten in the hotel, silently clutching them in her hands.

When she was brought in, she told everything she had to say, and even slipped her tongue when she was in a hurry, saying, "I saw Han Jun in that warehouse, and I know he must have been there before"—say After that, she regretted it.

After signing the document, when she went out, her parents were waiting for her with a straight face.Her mother always said something stinging, but today she didn't say much, her eyes were so red that they were protruding, as if she had cried a lot.Deng Yilan really hopes that she can say some nasty things like before, because it is always easier to be angry with her parents than to feel guilty about them.

She walked out of the detention center with her parents, and saw the sun again 24 hours after Mr. Peng called the police.

After 48 hours, Deng Yilan was sent to a mental hospital.

　I have seen the news about Jinjiang Starting Point, and I know that some of Youlin's works have also been removed from the shelves.I haven't seen Aoba's Office, but hear it's very interesting; I hope this is just a temporary check, they'll be on shelves one day.Because of the painstaking efforts and days and nights that the author has poured into his works, I know better than anyone else.

How long Doomsday Paradise can survive, or if it can survive, I don't know.I hope that those who are still reading this book can do it together and cherish it.

I will write until the day when I can’t write. After all, there are still many holes to fill, right?

　
(End of this chapter)