nightmare exec

Facts have proved that the position of "assistant officer" not only assists the work of executive officers, but also takes into account their body and mind.

Ergou in a white coat, from cleaning the skin, debridement to suturing the wound, proceeded step by step, and every step was carried out as standard as a textbook.

Feeling that the wound was indeed being treated properly, Song Yin reluctantly let go of his heart, but asked again: "Then like Qi Zhengnan, how can his fat cat give him stitches?"

"You should worry about your own affairs." Er Gou began to wash his second wound, which was cold and painful.

"Hiss..." Song Yin took a breath, "Am I seriously injured?"

"Flesh wounds are basically fine. The swelling is gone. From this point of view, Foehn is worse than you."

Even so, Song Yin didn't have the slightest joy of victory, but was a little worried about the other party: "I didn't scratch his face, he hit the mirror himself. It won't be disfigured, right? Then his fans can't help it." Swallow me alive?"

"Not at all." Ergou cleaned the wound partly. "The mechanism in Purgatory is special, and the wound recovery is twice as fast as usual. He will be fine in a few days."

Song Yin didn't understand: "Then why don't you just seek medical treatment immediately?"

"Because it's not good." Er Gou carefully wiped the blood scab near the wound, "Have you ever thought about why the daily life in purgatory is compared to the real world, why you need to eat and sleep, and you will be forced to rest when you are low on energy ?”

"Uh..." Song Yin admitted that he had never seriously thought about it, "Why?"

"Because if you don't do this, you will be abnormal. After decades of learning, human beings have formed a set of extremely complex behavior laws. Suddenly one day, this law completely disappeared. Even if the body does not have immediate side effects, the spirit It will also become disordered. As for the self-healing ability, wounds that heal too quickly will make people lose the sense of reality of existence, the awe of pain and death, and then become numb, cruel, and even fight each other, causing Non-combat attrition."

"Is it so mysterious?" Song Yin was taken aback when he heard that, "But isn't part of the purpose of medical progress originally to relieve human suffering?"

"It is unnecessary pain, but necessary pain cannot be avoided." Ergou corrected him, "In fact, you have already experienced mild symptoms of psychosis, and this fight with Foehn is the best evidence .”

"Me? Psychosis?" Song Yin laughed dumbly, "What joke are you kidding?"

"Artificial intelligence can't make jokes." Ergou emphasized his serious attributes, "Have you heard of Polar Syndrome, a mental illness that often occurs among Antarctic winter expedition members, and has led to more than one bloody case. Compared with Antarctica, the environment of purgatory may be even more extreme."

"Then you kept me alone in the safe room for nearly a month?" Song Yin complained, "According to this, you should at least bear at least half of the responsibility for the fight between me and Qi Zhengnan."

In response, Ergou deftly applied dressing to his wound.

"One month of isolation is necessary. You can think of it as the isolation and observation of astronauts after they return to Earth. I advise you to adapt to this high-pressure and closed environment as soon as possible. After all, executives who are not mentally fit will naturally be eliminated .”

While speaking, he had finished the final bandaging treatment, motioned Song Yin to get up from the medical chair, and followed him out along the same path.

"Now, you have to go back to the safe house to stand by. Within 48 hours, your disciplinary decision will come down. I suggest you prepare for the worst. After all, I told you not to provoke senior executives easily."

With that said, he turned the doorknob of the debridement room.Outside the gate that originally led to the corridor of the hospital, what appeared was the sickly small garden outside Song Yin's safe house.

Song Yin touched the itchy wound, and walked through the door resentfully.

For a moment, he felt like a domestic cat who ran away from home, but was caught by the owner and brought to justice at any time.

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The sound of water pattering.

Song Yin opened his sleepy eyes and found that the scene in the bedroom had changed.

He curled up on a familiar, narrow handcrafted cot.The bed is made of pine wood, only covered with a layer of varnish, and you can still smell the fragrance of pine resin.

The sound of water that woke him up was blocked by an old gray mosquito net.Song Yin got up and got out of bed, the old wooden floor creaked slightly under his feet.

He walked out of the small and dark room, and his parents' large bedroom next door was still locked.He walked along the corridor to the stairs, and the rainwater flowing from the eaves also followed him downstairs.

It seems that there was an earth-shattering heavy rainstorm last night, and the small garden in front of the building was flooded with water.Weak plants staggered here and there in the yellow mud, and pansy flowers drifted along the water, forming a flower grave in the stagnant pool.

The restaurant on the ground floor was also looted by the storm.The tattered window frames were tilted here and there, and the broken glass was soaked in stagnant water and it was difficult to distinguish.Tables and chairs were overturned, potted plants fell, and even his favorite lake-blue sofa was disembowelled, exposing the grayish-yellow flocculent stuffing.

Song Yin stepped on the slippery mud and walked out of the garden. He soon found a small stream formed by rainwater, with pansy petals rolled up, and he walked with him all the way.

It was unclear whether the stream was guiding him or he was leading the stream, so they walked all the way in a daze, and finally came to the lake at the foot of the mountain.

Just where the stream flowed into the lake, Song Yin saw a group of butterflies.

They perched on the rotten wood by the water, drying their colorful wings.There seemed to be a vortex under the surface of the water beside the rotten log, and the pansies in the stream twirled helplessly, and then disappeared without a trace.

And not far from where the petals disappeared, Song Yin saw what he was looking for——

It seemed to be two people, and also like two discarded plastic mannequins.With arms outstretched and faces down, they float quietly on the lake.Waves of water blowing from the surface of the lake created layers of ripples on both sides of their bodies, like butterfly wings.

Song Yin found a rock closest to the water by the lake, and stood on tiptoe cautiously.There was only four or five meters between him and his parents.But these four or five meters are a cold, suffocating, and unattainable chasm.

The butterflies were still dancing by the water, and the willow branches hanging above his head swayed in the wind. Song Yin could feel his throat wriggling, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

He felt as if he had been sealed in a thick glass frame, soaked in the viscous pine resin, a small wretch fixed in nothingness.

The only two people who loved him in this world are gone.Who else would know that such a worm existed on the shore of a remote lake; who would free him from the congealing amber?

A series of screams suddenly burst out in the distance, stinging his eardrums.

Song Yin turned his head hastily, only to find many police cars in the distance.The red and blue police lights were flashing, occasionally interspersed with giving orders and shouting from the radio.

And in the open rear door of one of the police cars, a young man about the same age as Song Yin was sitting, wearing a thermal blanket and holding ginger candy, looking up to this side.

"together……"

It was as if air was pouring into her body again, and Song Yin could hear her voice again suddenly.

He wanted to call out the boy's name, but in the next second he lost his balance and fell headlong into the icy lake.

"Uh-ah!!!"

Instinctively struggling to stand up and climb out of the water, Song Yin burst into a violent cough.

When he was panting for a while, he stroked his face, and then slowly opened his eyes.

There was no lake or police cars, he just dozed off in the bathtub of the safe house and slipped into dreamland.This sleep time may not be short, the bath water is already cold.

Recalling the unbearable dream just now, he quickly scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face, but he threw something stuck on his cheek into the bathtub.

He looked down again and saw that it was a dressing.

It was only then that Song Yin remembered that she still had injuries on her face, and hurriedly went to the mirror to check - after just a dozen hours, not only did the swelling disappear, even the scabs showed signs of falling off.

The pain is fading, but the few minutes of Qi Zhengnan's fist and kick are still fresh in my memory.

Looking back now, Song Yin felt that her feelings for Qi Zhengnan were not all dissatisfaction and disgust. After all, in this completely unfamiliar place of purgatory, what was more terrifying than mutual dislike was perhaps forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes.

Not wanting to continue thinking, he quickly dried himself off and changed into home clothes.As soon as I walked into the bedroom, I heard the phone ringing on the bed.

The email was sent by Ergou.After getting along with each other these days, Song Yin has already understood the petty temper of this artificial intelligence assistant officer - but for any news that is not good enough, he avoids direct meetings as much as possible, and only passes on the letter.

Thinking of this, Song Yin had already prepared for the worst.Then what appeared before his eyes was the result of the follow-up processing of the club incident.

Leaving aside a bunch of dogmatic documents in front, he directly checked the final result.It’s not too many, there are only three before and after——

First, both parties are responsible for the fight between Morpho and Foehn, and they are required to bear the medical expenses separately without interfering with each other.

Second, Morpho and Foehn each bear 50% of the maintenance costs of the club's bathroom and the associated losses caused by the impact on normal business operations, which is about 25 in total.Plus fines, the total is 53.

53?Song Yin was a little impatient.

Right now, the reward he can get for completing a dungeon is only a mere 3000 yuan. How about 53 yuan in compensation?

He angrily continued to read the third article, but was speechless because of an accident.

To be precise, the third article is not a penalty clause, but a multiple-choice question.

If Song Yin is dissatisfied or embarrassed by the 53 payment, the system also provides another slightly weird solution: not only will the fine be written off, but the compensation will be halved, but before the payment is settled, the system's mall service It will be completely closed to Song Yin.

What kind of game is this?

The more Song Yin thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he decided to summon his assistant officer.

Ergou calmly extracted the central idea of ​​this article: "This is a very common choice in purgatory—money compensation or physical punishment. Which one are you going to choose?"