Weird Regulator

Xue Tingtao sat at the dining table, picked up the bowl and looked at the plate of twice-cooked pork in front of him, but he couldn't take off his chopsticks.

His eyes were always staring at the empty seat on his right.

It wasn't until his mother hit him on the head with chopsticks that he finally woke up.

After saying "Ouch", he stretched out his arm, but stopped the chopsticks on top of the meat slices without falling.

There was a lot of confusion on her innocent face. While looking at her mother, she pointed to the right and asked:

"Mom, why is there one person missing here?"

…

Xue Tingtao carried a canvas schoolbag and trotted home, with a look of anticipation on his face as he kicked away the pebbles under his feet.

He was thinking that if he got first in the class in this mock exam, according to the agreement, his father should buy him a new CD player.

But as soon as he arrived at the door of his house, he saw a group of people surrounding the courtyard gate, and there were endless conversations about the excitement.

Xue Tingtao quickly pushed away the onlookers, and then saw his parents being blocked in the room by several strong men carrying sticks.

The former home was also completely destroyed, with debris and mess everywhere.

"Xue, I'll give you three more days. If you don't pay back the money, I want one of your legs!"

Xue Tingtao stared at this scene blankly. Although he had good academic performance, his natural physical disadvantage and cowardly character made him a little confused about what to say when he saw these people.

So he could only watch a few people pass by in a swaggering manner and glare at him viciously.

Xue Tingtao ran to his parents' side. Seeing the cowardice and fear in their eyes, he became even more at a loss.

In his blurry vision, he seemed to see a strong figure rushing towards him carrying a brick through the legs of the onlookers.

That man looked fierce and domineering, but in his eyes he looked extremely majestic and tall.

But this person never showed up.

…

At his parents' funeral, Xue Tingtao became the object of great pity in the eyes of all relatives and friends.

In the eyes of those people, little Xue Tingtao knelt before the soul, looking at those relatives and friends ignorantly and helplessly.

He was only 10 years old at that time, and he had just understood the meaning of separation, but he didn't know how to go in the future.

Watching familiar figures leaving one after another, there was only a thin figure like him kneeling on the cold ground in the huge mourning hall.

He forgot to cry, only knowing the bitterness of tears sliding into his mouth.

"It shouldn't be like this..."

He silently looked at the air on the right. He always felt that there should be another person here.

That man was a ruthless, even vicious villain in the eyes of outsiders, but he was able to shield him from the wind and rain with his puffed-up chest, his brother who shielded him from all pain.

But this person no longer exists.

…

On January 1, 2016, the sunshine at ten o'clock in the morning was the most dazzling.

The moment Xue Tingtao woke up from the bed, he felt that today's light was so unfamiliar that it made his heart tremble.

He sat up straight and looked at everything in the room in a daze, still very familiar.

On the bedside table on his right hand, there were clean clothes, as if someone had prepared them for him in advance, just waiting for him to wake up.

On top of the clothes is a piece of white letter paper and some odds and ends.

Xue Tingtao was in a coma for a long time, but he did not lose his memory. He knew that he was the manager of the fourth branch and was assassinated by an unknown ghost not long ago.

However, the memory was so clear, but he could still feel that he had forgotten a very important thing.

He lifted the quilt, sat on the bedside with slippers on, took the letter in his hand, hesitated for a moment and then opened it.

There is nothing special about this letter. It is just a plain piece of white paper, but there is no text on it.

Xue Tingtao found it strange. Who would put an empty letter on the bedside?

He turned his attention to some items next to his clothes and saw a map, a scarecrow crossed by a circle, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

These are three sinful objects, he still remembers them, and each one is very powerful. Taking out one of them alone can make countless people jealous.

Xue Tingtao was even more confused. The strange feeling in his heart became more and more intense because there were more things that he couldn't explain.

The fuzzy feeling in the memory, the blank letter, the asymmetry between the powerful criminal object and his own ability...

He is a well-known waste, and he knows this very well, so how did these sinful objects fall into his hands?

In his memory, Xue Tingtao obtained this all by himself, but this obviously doesn't make sense.

The more Xue Tingtao thought about it, the more pain he felt. He covered his heart and kept retching, as if something was biting his heart.

There was something he should never forget, but he forgot it.

The feeling of loss almost made him unable to breathe.

He threw down the empty letter paper in his hand regardless, stumbled out and ran out in his slippers, shouting as he ran:

"Here, where are the people? Where have they gone?"

The situation of the fourth branch is similar to that of the seventh branch. They both have only three floors and contain eighteen ghosts. They have four more successful missions than the seventh branch.

Likewise, there are many residents here.

When Xue Tingtao came down from the third floor half madly and half stupidly, most of the clerks were attracted and walked out of their respective rooms.

"I lost something, did you see it? It is very important to me, but I can't remember what it is.

What is it? He may be a person, no no no...I don't know...

do you know? What exactly is it? "

In the corridor on the third floor, some clerks stretched their heads and looked at their store manager, who had been in a coma for several days. He ran around like crazy as soon as he woke up, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

Until an uncle who looked about fifty years old walked downstairs first and pulled Xue Tingtao.

This uncle, named Huang Mingyuan, has been a history teacher for almost thirty years and is also a veteran who has carried out three missions.

Of course, three missions were nothing, but the current fourth branch is no longer what it used to be.

With the deaths of Xue Tinghai, Qiu Taoyu, Luo Ge and others, coupled with the tragic mission of the previous store manager.

The fourth branch was almost killed and torn apart...

Huang Mingyuan, an elder with three experiences, is now considered one of the most senior clerks.

On the contrary, Xue Tingtao, a store manager with four missions, leads all branches, and today he finally "deserved the title."

"Tingtao, listen to what Uncle Huang said. You have just recovered from a serious illness and have not recovered your spirits yet. You should go back to recuperate first.

Four new employees have just arrived at our branch, and I want you, the store manager, to meet them later. "

…

At this time, at the corner of the corridor on the third floor, among the audience watching Xue Tingtao's farce, there was such a young man.

The man's hair was very long, as if it hadn't been taken care of for a long time. It was so frizzy that it was connected with his beard, making it difficult to see his appearance clearly.

He was wearing a worn brown leather jacket and ripped jeans, and you could smell the homeless smell on him from afar.

He was also one of the four newcomers who had just arrived today. The other three had already huddled together and kept a long distance from him.

The man didn't care about this. He looked at Xue Tingtao among his messy hair and wondered what he was saying to himself.

But just then, his cell phone buzzed in his jacket pocket.

When he saw the email message he received, he suddenly raised his head, revealing his eyes as sharp as an eagle between his hair.

On my black palm, most of the screen was blocked by the shiny cuffs, but I could still vaguely see the first line:

"Recipient: Tianhai Hotel, clerk of the fourth branch, Wei Guang..."