Daily overtime in winery

"Chie, Chie, wake up, Chie—"

Who, it's early in the morning... It's a rare day off for her, please don't make noise...

"Chie, don't sleep!"

The voice became more and more urgent.

Who is that?Grass, don't push me!

How does it feel to be so noisy that you can't fall asleep when you are sleeping soundly?At this moment, there is a heart that wants to kill.

She raised her head from her numb arm, trying to see who was the culprit who woke her up, but only a blurred face was seen in her sight.

When she finally woke up drooling, she found that it was an unfamiliar face.

Hmm... Strange, her colleague, does he look like this?

Her intuition told her that something was wrong, but the current situation did not allow her to figure out the situation, and a document was stuffed in her hand.

"You need to look at this inspection report. If there is no problem, I will let the higher-ups approve it." The voice paused, and then said, "How is your health recently? Are you okay?"

Blinking her eyes hard, rubbing her cheeks again, forcing herself to wake up.

Anyway, just nod.

The man didn't say anything more, put down the things in his hand, and left.

Only then did she have time to look at her situation.

The office was so simple and outrageously white, there were many glass bottles with labels and unknown liquids piled up on one side of the cabinet, and an instrument she didn't recognize not far away was still on, making a beeping sound.

Even if he didn't know where it was, he knew that it didn't seem to be his office.

After all, working overtime under the nose of the boss does not deserve your own office, they are all crowded together.

Her gaze returned to the document in front of her, and she was dizzy from the words on it just by looking at it.

Because of work, I occasionally come into contact with documents from a certain country next door, so I can barely understand the Japanese above.

She can understand it separately, but together, she doesn't know what it is.

Moreover, what that person said just now was in Japanese?

Or... Let's figure out what's going on first...

Standing up from the seat, she stretched her sore limbs and numb legs and feet. The computer with a black screen in front of her turned on, and multiple windows were open at the same time, including the monitor display, conversation window and email. window.

She went around the small office, but found no useful clues, so she had to go back to the chair.

Undoubtedly, in the current state, it is true that he has time-traveled, but he doesn't know whether it is the resurrection of the dead or something. He didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to him, and he thought it was just something that happened in the novel.

Height and voice are not his own.

She tried hard to recall, and finally remembered the reason for her time travel.

Very sad reason.

Probably karoshi.

I spent a lot of energy to find a job I like, but I don’t know when the interest turned into disgust. The long-term overtime and 996 are completely separated from entertainment and relaxation. In addition to working and eating, even sleeping has become extravagant—

Then it started with physical discomfort, lumbar disc herniation, frozen shoulder and cervical spondylosis, fatty liver and stomach problems caused by staying up late, plus the fact that his physical foundation was not very good, and the mental pressure was even more serious, so he died from overwork. It seems inevitable.

I don't know why, but after knowing that I died like this, I felt a sense of relief.

No need to work hard?

That is impossible.

The familiar exhaustion in her body made her sigh and stretch again.

I'm sorry, but she really wants to rest.

Anyway, let's see what's going on.

She picked up the work badge hanging on her chest, and there was a photo of this body on it. She looked like a mixed-race person with platinum-blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Compared with Caucasians, the outline was smaller It is softer, and the eye sockets are not so deep, at least they are still very beautiful.

I took a mirror and compared it again. The current appearance is haggard, and I am completely different from the photo.

Good guy, it really is another one who died from overwork.

There was still half a cup of cold coffee on the table, and it looked as if half of it had no effect, and it just died.

She couldn't help covering her dizzy head and sighed again, feeling that the cold blood in her veins had warmed up again.He picked up the document on the table and tried to make himself understand what was written on it, but unfortunately failed, he could only roughly understand that it seemed to be a biological experiment report.

There is no doubt that the owner of this body should be an academic, but she is an out-and-out liberal arts student, or an art student.

This kind of thing has long been lost together with the soul in the first grade of high school. No matter how hard I studied when I was in primary school, at the end of the semester, I still couldn’t remember the formula structure of amino acids. I also returned the periodic table of chemical elements to the teacher. It is almost impossible to replace the work of the original owner.

Judging from the documents, this company is either a Japanese company or is based in Japan at all.

If it doesn't work, she can still do her own business, it's just that life is a little more difficult, but before that, she needs more information.

The name written in Chinese characters on the work card is Ogiwara Chie, and there are two English names below it. She tried to distinguish it, and it said Vivian·Miyano and McCullen (McCullen).

Vivienne, McAllen, what do you mean?

In short, Ogiwara Chie, should be the name of this body, right?

Well, let it be.

She found a signature pen in the original owner's drawer, and with her talent for painting, she signed it in the same manner as the other handwriting of the original owner she found, and then put it aside.

There was a familiar stiffness in the wrist holding the mouse. It seemed that this body still had slight tenosynovitis, just like before.

Since she was given a second life, she has no reason to waste her time on part-time jobs. This time, she wants to live only for herself. This is a stolen life, and she wants to cherish it.

I quickly searched the relevant information in the computer, and learned that the place where "Ogiwara Chie" works should be a pharmaceutical research institute in Tokyo, and Ogiwara Chie is the leader of a certain pharmaceutical research in this institute, and belongs to the leadership class. But it seems to have been promoted recently, because there are a lot of multitasking files from email storage, messing up on the desktop.

The incomprehensible information made her dizzy, until she realized that her face was almost on the computer screen, Chie finally found the glasses submerged in the paper from the corner of the desktop where the documents were piled up.

After putting on the glasses, I realized that the blurry vision just now was not due to sleepiness, but myopia.

There was even a lot of hair falling out on the table. It seemed that Chie was overwhelmed by the handover of work, maybe mental pressure, and sudden death caused by overtime. Now it's her turn to take care of this mess.

Do you want to pick it up?

No.

Giving up on this idea in less than a second, Chie decided to resign decisively after she figured out the situation of her body. What she has to do now is——

Get off work, then get a good night's sleep.

She didn't want to die again just after being alive.

No one can stop her from get off work, labor is shit.

The current time is three o'clock in the afternoon. She looked at the clock-in timetable, and the off-duty time is six o'clock in the afternoon.

In other words, there are still three hours left, and tomorrow happens to be a rest day, so she can sleep a little longer.

Labor is impossible, and I was about to continue fishing to find clues, but I didn't expect the door of the office to be knocked again.

"Please come in." She hesitated, and said in Japanese that was not very proficient.

The doorknob was pushed down, and a man with a haggard face also wearing thick glasses came in.

"Excuse me." He pushed the lens, put the document in his hand that made Chie's eyes dark, on her messy desk, and said with a sigh of relief, "Oh, there are so many things recently."

Chie didn't know what to say, but nodded meaningfully.

The man didn't seem to care about her indifference, he forced a smile and said, "It must be very hard to take over this mess, right? I see you have been working overtime for many days."

Chie shook her head, then nodded again: "It's okay."

Before knowing the purpose of the other party, he can only give such ambiguous answers.

The man laughed again and said, "Really, since that Sherry disappeared, the pressure on the top has suddenly increased. Fortunately, you are here, otherwise we will really die."

Chie nodded.

Although she is a social animal, she has serious social fear, so she never participated in the previous team building, as if she was a transparent person.

At this time, it is better to listen to the complaints of colleagues.

Seeing that she didn't respond, the man who was talking to himself wiped the sweat from his palms with the hem of his clothes awkwardly, then smiled awkwardly and left her office.

Chie breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, she really didn't know what to do at such a time, should she say something?Complaining about your boss or something?But she should be the boss?

Is the name Sherry the previous person in charge she replaced?

I don't know, should it be?

In order not to reveal her secrets, in the rest of the time, she opened various folders one by one to find useful clues, rearranged the locked and encrypted files and threw them in a new folder, and she also took the files on the desktop. It's sorted out, although I don't know how to classify it at all, it doesn't look so messy anyway.

As for the ones that were sent over just now, she temporarily put them aside.

After doing all this, she finally found a handbag in the corner, which contained a mobile phone with low battery, but the signal on it was completely written "outside the circle", and a wallet, which contained documents and a few Card and a little change.

But the phone needs a passcode.

She didn't know the password, and the screen saver of the mobile phone was also black, with no information.

This is difficult, I thought I could know the address of the original owner through the mobile phone...

If it doesn't work, it's not impossible to go to a hotel to stay for a while. If it doesn't work, there are Internet cafes where you can stay overnight.

In short, never stay at the place of work on the rest day, this is the last stubbornness of a social animal.

After Chie tidied up her things and barely smoothed her messy hair, she took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to open the office door.

It was quiet outside, a long corridor.

She found the sign for the safe exit, walked towards the side of the corridor, and passed a few closed doors. From the windows on the doors, it seemed that they were different laboratories, and there were still many people working overtime.

terrible.

Just as he was about to leave quickly, he didn't expect a few guys in white coats to come from the other side of the corridor at the same time.

When she shrank her neck and tried to pass by, someone recognized her.

"Ah, Chie, is it so early today?" one of them asked.

I don't know how the original owner and his colleagues get along, so I just nodded casually. After all, it's wrong to say too much, and it's the best policy to run away quickly.

But you never know which one will come first, the social or the social death, so another man said: "Tomorrow is a rest day, we plan to go drinking together tonight, do you want to come together?"

"Hey Zechuan, you bastard—" another man reminded with some surprise and unnaturalness.

"What does it matter?" Zechuan disagreed, "Chie is not that woman Sherry, she will definitely come, right?"

In fact, the current conditioned reflex is to refuse, but thinking of finding out the social relationship of the original owner, there seems to be a reason to go.

So Chie nodded and asked, "Address, what time?"

The two men were a little surprised, and the one who sent the invitation, Zechuan, looked a little happy and said, "China Plaza in Mihua Pedestrian Street, the Sichuan restaurant on the first basement floor, see you at 8 o'clock."

"OK, all right."

Chie nodded and left quickly.

The remaining two men looked at each other.

Ze Chuan said: "I can't believe she actually agreed, hey, am I dreaming?"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, I'm the only one who knows about your small thoughts," said the companion, "After all, she has such an identity, but it's strange that she would agree, a workaholic who obviously wasn't interested in anything before. look."

"Perhaps you want to rest? After all, it's not the guys from the operations department who are on call 24 hours a day."

"When you say that, I think of that guy again, and I really hope I never see him again."

"Stop talking... Hurry up and finish what you're doing."

"Slip away..."

Chie knew nothing about the conversation between the two.

She followed the stairs and prompts, and barely came to the gate. Judging from her clothes and the time the sun set outside, it should be autumn, and the wind outside was already a little cool.

Chie couldn't help wrapping her coat tightly, and after she had checked the access control with her badge, she remembered a serious fact when she was standing on the side of the road.

Where is the address of the original owner?

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