The unscrupulous system forced me to frantically test the small black room

Ah Hu picked peaches with a basket. The huge peaches were placed neatly and carefully in the basket.

Xu Yanze came back from work and was stopped by Ah Hu with a grin on his face when he passed by him.

"Sir, would you like to have a freshly picked peach while it's still hot?" Ah Hu asked.

"No, you can eat it yourself."

After Xu Yanze finished speaking, he started to leave.

"I've already eaten five today. If I don't eat any more, they'll go rot."

"There are so many peaches this year, and each one is bigger and sweeter than the other. It's a pity that you don't eat much of them. It will be such a waste if they go bad." Ah Hu said regretfully.

"You can give it to someone else." Xu Yanze said gently.

"Who are you giving it to? Sir, do you have any good friends who like to eat peaches? I'll run errands and deliver it to them for you." Ah Hu said with a smile.

Xu Yanze's heart trembled inexplicably when he heard this. He looked up at the peach tree laden with fruits, and his emotions slowly fell, rippling.

"no need."

"He likes peaches, but he's not my friend."

"Besides, he can't eat it now."

Xu Yanze lowered his eyes, and the obscurity and depression in his eyes were concealed by his gold-rimmed glasses.

Xu Yanze was about to leave, but stopped after taking two steps. After hesitating for two breaths, he turned around and looked at Ah Hu.

"Ah Hu, wait until all the peaches on the tree are picked, then cut down this peach tree." Xu Yanze said in a hoarse voice.

On this day, Gu Dongnan met with a representative of a potential cooperative company in the conference room. However, after some communication, Gu Dongnan was not very satisfied, so his refusal to cooperate was obvious in his words.

The other party was sweating profusely. Looking at Gu Dongnan's attitude, he knew that the cooperation might fail, so his words became more urgent, and he even stammered.

"Mr. Gu, our company really wants to get this project off the ground with your company, and we really need your company to give us this precious opportunity." The man said, wiping his sweat.

"I have systematically analyzed and understood your company's situation. Obviously, there is a gap between your company's current standards and ours. We are not doing charity, and it would be a thankless task to cooperate with your company. You should look for another place."

After Gu Dongnan finished speaking, he was about to get up and leave the meeting room. The man tried to keep her in a panic, trying to use his emotions to struggle a little bit.

"Gu Dongnan, please help me. We used to know each other."

"Do you remember? We participated in the summer camp for the finance competition together that year."

"At that time, you were fat and withdrawn, and you were kicked out of your original group. It was our group that took you in, didn't despise you, and took you out to play."

"Gong Cheng, Lang Bushin, and a few other members of our team had such a great time playing with you. Have you forgotten all that?"

"Please save my company for the sake of our previous acquaintance. I'm really desperate and can only beg you. Apart from you, no one else can give my company a way out," the man pleaded.

Gu Dongnan was a little dazed. He could not hear the man's pleading words. He just kept repeating the name "Lang Bushin" in his mind.

Gu Dongnan had a slight impression of Lang Bushin. At that time, Gong Cheng invited him to join them in the summer camp to play class games and participate in financial debates. Among them, there was a very conspicuous and active person, the man named Lang Bushin.

In Gu Dongnan's impression, the man with Zhuangzhuang's mother's hairstyle was boastful and noisy. He was always laughing with others over all kinds of weird gossip, and he especially liked to tell some meaningless jokes.

At that time, I was a loner and I actually hated this kind of person who was like the sun and could get along well with everyone.

Many years have passed, and that person's face has faded in my mind, but when I hear his name, my heart inexplicably tightens, becomes dull, and empty.

It's like I lost something.

But I don’t know what I lost.

Gu Dongnan heard himself speaking to the man.

"That Lang Bushin, have you been in contact with him over the years?" Gu Dongnan asked.

I had only been in contact with Lang Bushin for a month in the summer camp, and we hadn't even spoken a few words to each other. The few words we did speak were all Lang Bushin trying to find topics to talk about on his own. When he saw that I ignored him, he stopped trying to make himself interesting.

"Lang Bu Xin?"

The man was stunned when he heard this, obviously not expecting the topic to jump so far.

After Gu Dongnan asked this question, he felt a little puzzled. Why should he ask about someone who was not important to him?

"Forget it, I was just asking casually." Gu Dongnan said.

"Lang Bushin passed away last year, didn't you know? He was even reported in the newspapers and praised as a hero." said the man.

Gu Dongnan felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if the strings in his brain were broken, and the sound was trembling.

Gu Dongnan changed his mind in a daze, signed the contract with the man, sent off the man who was so happy that he almost flew, and sat in front of his desk in a daze for a long time.

What happened to yourself?

Why did I become so strange just because I learned that an insignificant person had passed away?

It took Gu Dongnan a long time to regain his consciousness. He then took out his mobile phone and searched for Lang Bushin on the Internet. He saw the news about the reporter Lang Bushin who exposed the shady mines and was eventually killed in revenge.

The content was that reporter Lang Bushin secretly received a report that a private mining farm abducted mentally disabled people and used violence to control them to work as mining laborers, and many people died as a result.

In order to verify the reliability of the news, Lang Bushin spent two months disguised as a person with low disabilities and wandering the streets. Sure enough, a "good brother" introduced him to a job and then sent him to the target mine.

Lang Bushin lived and ate together with other employees who were abducted in the same way for three months. He recorded all the crimes with a micro-hole camera, and then found an opportunity to escape from the mine. He survived many dangers along the way but finally got out.

Lang Bushin, who survived, exposed this shady private mine, and the owner received the appropriate punishment. Many family members of people with low disabilities came to hear the news and reunited with their lost family members.

Private mines involve many things, and it is impossible that the relevant personnel were unaware of the situation. Yet this private mine has been able to survive for three years. The only possibility is that there is someone backing it up.

Lang Bushin continued his investigation. Some people advised him not to touch the forbidden area again, but Lang Bushin insisted on finding out the truth.

Then one day, Lang Bushin's body was found in a dark and narrow alley.

The forensic examination concluded that Lang Bushin was stabbed dozens of times, but none of them were fatal.

The injuries included the tendons in his hands and feet being severed, his finger joints being cut unevenly, and half of his tongue being cut off.

Lang Bushin was conscious throughout the entire process of the crime. He endured the blade being stabbed into his body again and again, and then pulled out. The painful torture lasted for more than three hours.

If someone had found him earlier, maybe he could have been saved.

But it was an alley that no one had ever walked into.

He lay helplessly in a pool of blood, unable to call for help or struggle. He could only let his blood flow out and his body grew colder and colder.

The stars in the sky are twinkling, but they cannot illuminate this dark and cold corner.

Until his death, Lang Bushin could not close his eyes. His empty eye sockets were filled with the stars.

He was willing to get involved, get dirty, and step into the restricted area where no one had ever been to save everyone from danger.

In the end, he was stuck in the quagmire, isolated and helpless, gradually submerged by filth, and then died alone in this untouched corner.