nightmare exec

In a sense, the person who crashed into the smoking room was a "stranger" whom Song Yin had never seen before.

In other words, he couldn't believe that the person in front of him was the Shaffley he knew.

The man should have gotten the news from the bystanders at the venue.And judging from his reaction at the moment, it is obvious that Mithril is not willing to leave Purgatory and return to the world like this.

No, the degree of "unwilling" is still too light - perhaps the combined opposition of Yu Gutai and Song Yin is not as strong as that of Shaffley alone.

The man who had always been dignified and calmly behaved made no secret of his frustration at this moment.The elegant black suit looked a little disheveled because of the slamming movement of the door.And in his iconic green eyes, an emotional storm was brewing. Once he saw Mithril, he unscrupulously began to vent.

"You can't leave Purgatory!"

He said firmly: "This is a trap! For a famous executive like you, once you retire, Sisyphus will never let you go! It is useless even if you let the human army be your bodyguard. Live in the tight protection circle of bodyguards all the time!"

"I have considered everything you said."

Compared with Shaffley's berserk, Mithril's performance was too calm, obviously suppressing negative emotions on purpose.

"But I have to go, even if there is a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire in front of me, I still want to go back. If you miss this time, you will miss this life. People who haven't experienced it personally may not understand this feeling."

"...how can I not understand?!"

Shaffley gritted his teeth and retorted: "I know now that if I let you go, I will miss your whole life!"

After saying this, he took another step closer to Mithril, as if a physical conflict might break out at any time.

I don't know how other people present feel, anyway, Song Yin is nervous and embarrassed at the moment.

He has no interest in other people's emotional entanglements, but he is worried about the unmanageable consequences of leaving Shaffley and Mithril alone.

So he turned his gaze to Qi Zhengnan, only to find that Qi Zhengnan was also frowning, as if he was not sure which side he should support.

"I have no choice in this matter." Mithril once again emphasized his position to Shaffley, "Even if I die, I can hold my mother's hand and go to the airport together. I can also leave a fortune for my sister." Wealth, I have no complaints."

"It's good that I have no complaints." Shaffley sneered, "What about me? I deserve to watch you trample on my heart before you die?"

"No one tramples on your heart. Your heart is hidden in a place that no one knows, not under my feet anyway."

Mithril's words were cold and almost heartless: "Besides, I have confessed to you from the very beginning that I will never put you first in my life. Do you still remember how you answered me?"

Perhaps some bad memory was evoked, Shafele's face became more and more terrifying.His turquoise eyes suddenly swept aside: "When are you going to hear it here?!"

"I..." The pika still wanted to argue with him, but was pulled back by Zhen Zhe.

"I am the one who drives you crazy, don't hurt the innocent." Stopping Shafele's gaffe, Mithril looked at his comrades again: "I'm sorry, I made you worry about me again. I will leave the morning after tomorrow. If possible, I would like to say goodbye to my friends for the last time tomorrow."

"Understood, we will help you prepare for the farewell party." Qi Zhengnan had nothing to insist on, so he nodded and led the rest of the people out of the smoking room.

I really don't know if I don't look at it, it turns out that there is already a large group of people standing outside the smoking room, and their expressions are no less calm than Shaffley's.

Although there may be some inaccuracies, Song Yin suddenly remembered those two lines of verses of unknown origin——

Falling flowers follow the flowing water intentionally, and flowing water loves falling flowers mercilessly.

But regardless of the group of spectators playing soy sauce outside the smoking room, and just talking about the two people in the smoking room, do they really have no real feelings for each other?

As if aware of the doubts in his heart, when he walked out of the memorial meeting and came to the end of the corridor where no one was around, Qi Zhengnan gently expressed his feelings.

"The relationship that doesn't put the other person first is not necessarily a false relationship. What is discarded is not necessarily worthless."

"..." Song Yin shuddered abruptly, and suddenly realized that what Qi Zhengnan was referring to was not just the entanglement between Mithril and Shaffley.

He stretched out his hand and clasped Qi Zhengnan Weiliang's five fingers tightly: "Yes... I think it must be a very difficult and painful choice."

-

Two in the morning.

The mansion hidden deep in the shade of old oak trees finally ushered in his drunken master.

This may be the most drunk time Shaffery has entered Purgatory, and it may also be the last time.

Even though his steps were faltering, he still stubbornly refused all support and companionship.

There are many people gathered around him because of money and status, but at this moment, the only person he wants is preparing to leave forever.

The roots of the old oak sticking out of the soil tripped him and reeled.Never before had a man in a high-end suit slumped to the mossy ground in such a disgruntled manner.

Right now is the darkest hour of the day.Except for the light of the big house in the distance, there was no light in the great oak forest.

The darkness, the breathless darkness, surged from all directions like a tide, as if it wanted to completely engulf the man.

The man didn't stand up again, but kept sitting, quietly feeling this feeling, which might not be unfamiliar to him.

"What's the matter, this is not the Tsavorite I know."

Suddenly, a voice that shouldn't appear came faintly from behind an old oak tree.

Even though he was still drunk, Shaffley recognized the direction of the voice almost immediately.

"How did you get in? Get out!" He ordered the guest to leave in front of that voice.

"Don't be so cold."

The voice still kept a close distance from him: "It was your assistant officer who let me in, have you forgotten? You gave him the right to decide freely. From his point of view, I am your friend, He is such a pure and kind boy.”

"... soon not."

Shaffley stretched out his hands and rubbed his head, which was faintly swollen from alcohol, and gradually returned to his previous state, "What are you doing here?"

"I heard that Mithril is leaving, so I came here to see you."

The voice seemed to take a few steps towards him, and then let out a hypocritical sigh: "I thought you no longer have human feelings."

"I think so myself." Shaffley sneered twice, but seemed to be laughing at himself.

"You can actually go with him." The voice crouched down beside him, "Your money is enough to settle the work points of all the members of your team. It is not a problem to want to leave Purgatory. Although you go through the normal channels There is no way to keep the memory, but if you can give me a satisfactory price, I am willing to help you bring one or two pieces of love witness back to the real world."

"Me? Back to reality?"

Shaffery seemed to have heard a big joke: "This is the most impossible thing in my life to do. If I wanted to go back, I would never have come to purgatory."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and his voice suddenly became ferocious: "That world... makes me sick."

A voice beside him sighed, "Even for Mithril?"

"...He doesn't need me in that world." Shaffley shook his head slowly but firmly, "Even I don't need myself."

"So it's not that he gave up on you unilaterally. It's that you gave up on each other." The voice hit the nail on the head, "Obviously, in your mind, your enthusiasm for Mithril can't cover up your disgust for that world. Everything is all about you Your own trade-offs and choices, there is no need for you to act as if you have been fooled by fate again."

Perhaps because of being hit by such words, Shaffley, who was drunk, suddenly became angry again.

"What do you know...Even if I go back with him, I won't be able to prevent what is about to happen! Although I don't know what Sisyphus is up to, there is no doubt that they will never let Mithril go!"

"Then tie Mithril and imprison him." The voice urged him viciously, "Anyway, everyone knows that you are doing it for his own good. You can hide him in my sea, with those assistant officers. Only you and I know his whereabouts. From now on, he belongs only to you."

This is indeed a tempting choice, like a gorgeous but poisonous flower.The nectar has already dripped down to the lips, as long as you wriggle your tongue, you can enjoy it...

"I can't!" Shaffley wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth irritably, "He will hate me, and that hatred will be endless and incurable!"

The voice asked again, "So are you willing to protect him? Even with everything you have in Purgatory?"

As if aware of the answer contained in the question, Shaffley frowned and looked at the figure beside him: "...What the hell are you here for!"

The man leaned closer to him again: "Although it's a pity, this is my obligation and duty as a messenger after all. I have a message that I want to convey to you. Sisyphus wants to have sex with you." A deal. I am willing to exchange the safety of his whole family, including Mithril, for something you own."

"What?" Shaffley's green eyes lit up, showing hope but also vigilance.

"A thing... that will prevent you from gaining a foothold in Purgatory."

The figure let out a heartfelt sigh: "Have you ever heard of the trolley problem?"

----

No matter how long the night is, the day will come eventually.

The news that Mithril is leaving is constantly fermenting on the social forums of Purgatory.There are those who understand, but there are still more voices of astonishment, worry, and even anxiety.

People frantically sent messages to the Yugutai team and other senior executives who had intersected with Mithril, asking them to prevent Mithril from leaving Purgatory.But all the messages went unanswered.

Around twelve noon, an open letter was posted on Mithril's personal social account.He confirmed that he was about to leave purgatory, and briefly explained the reason behind it.He thanked the family-like Yugutai team, and thanked his friends and fans for their continuous support.It means that the intention to go has been decided, and we will meet again if we are destined.

"Is it really good to do this?" Zhen Zhe looked at Mithril who had just sent the message, "Now all the people in Purgatory know that you are leaving, what if the people with ulterior motives didn't know?"

"I'm sorry." Song Yin once again apologized to Mithril for her ignorance, "It's all because of me that this matter leaked out.

"I'm the one who should say I'm sorry." The pika was still depressed, "It's all because of my loud voice!"

"It doesn't matter about you." Mithril thinks more thoroughly than them, "Yu Gutai has always been the focus team, do you think my personal homepage is clicked thousands of times a day? Once I retire, the page will be automatically logged out. How long do you think you can hide it?

"But……"

"It's nothing, don't be so unhappy, I'm not going to the airport."

"Stop thinking about it." Qi Zhengnan also came over, stroking the heads of Pika and Morpho, "I agreed that today is a farewell party, don't be so sad, and respect Mithril's choice."

Since the Executive Club held the Persian Leopard Memorial Service just yesterday, Mithril's farewell party was finally chosen to be held in Yu Gutai's Chinese-style mansion.Apart from the teammates, there were also many executives who had a close relationship with Mithril on weekdays.But there was no sign of Tsavorite among them.

"That, Shaffley..." To be honest, Song Yin felt a little sympathetic to the man who was so distraught yesterday that he seemed to have lost everything.

"I didn't stop him from coming here." Mithril understood what Song Yin wanted to say, "Maybe he has already thought about it and is ready to let it go, so it's not good."

As soon as the words fell, there was a low noise coming from the direction of the front hall.

Song Yin looked over there following the sound, and suddenly found a familiar figure walking slowly through the front hall towards him and Mithril.

"Shaffley..."