Xue Tingtao sat at the dining table, picked up the bowl and looked at the plate of refilled meat in front of him, but could not put the chopsticks on it.

His eyes were always staring at the empty seat on his right hand in a daze.

It was not until his mother knocked his head with chopsticks that he finally woke him up.

After a "Ouch", he stretched out his arms, but stopped the chopsticks above the slices of meat and did not fall.

The innocent face was filled with deep confusion. He looked at his mother and pointed to the right and asked:

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

...

Xue Tingtao trotted home with a canvas schoolbag on his back, kicking away the small stone under his feet with a look of expectation on his face.

He thought that he would win the first place in the class in this mock exam, and as agreed, his father should buy him a new CD machine.

But as soon as I arrived at the door of my house, I saw a group of people surround the courtyard, and there were endless conversations about watching the fun.

Xue Tingtao quickly pushed away the onlookers, and then he saw that his parents were blocked in the house by several strong men carrying sticks.

The former home was also destroyed, with fragments and messes everywhere.

"My surname is Xue, I will give you another three days. I won't pay back the money anymore. I want you one leg!"

Xue Tingtao stared at this scene in a daze. Although he had good academic performance, his natural body disadvantages and cowardly personality made him feel a little confused about how to speak when he saw these people.

So he could only watch a few people passing by with great might, and glared at him fiercely.

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

In his blurry sight, he seemed to see a strong figure through the onlookers' legs, rushing over with a brick.

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

But this person did not appear after all.

...

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

In the eyes of those people, the little Xue Tingtao knelt in front of the spirit, looking at the relatives and friends ignorantly and helplessly.

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

Watching one familiar figure after another, he was the only thin figure 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 looked at the air on the right silently, and he always felt that there should be another talent here.

That person is a ruthless and even vicious villain who looks outsiders, but he can use his erect chest to shelter him from the wind and rain and block all the pain for him.

But this person no longer exists.

...

On January 1, 2016, the sun was the most dazzling at 10 o'clock in the morning.

The moment Xue Tingtao woke up from the bed, he felt that today's light was so strange that his heart trembled faintly.

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

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

On the clothes was a piece of white letter paper and some fragments.

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 unknown ghosts not long ago.

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

He lifted the quilt, sat on the head of the bed in his slippers, held the letter paper in his hand, hesitated for a moment before turning it on.

This letter is nothing special, it is just a very simple piece of white paper, but there is no text on it.

Xue Tingtao thought it was strange. Who would put an empty letter on the head of the bed?

And he turned his eyes to some items beside his clothes and saw a map, a scarecrow passed by a ring, and a pair of black-framed glasses.

These are three sinful objects, he still remembers, and each one is very powerful. Taking one out alone can attract countless people's jealousy.

Xue Tingtao was even more confused. The strange feeling in his heart became more and more intense because there were more things that could not be explained clearly.

The blurred feeling in memory, the blank letter paper, the asymmetry between powerful sin objects and his own abilities...

He is a well-known waste, and he himself knows this very well. So how did these sins fall into his hands?

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

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

There was something he shouldn't have forgotten no matter what, but he had forgotten it.

That feeling of loss almost made him unable to breathe.

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

"Come, where are the people? Where have they all gone?"

The fourth branch and the seventh branch are in similar situations. They both have only three floors and contain eighteen ghosts, which are four more successful missions than the seventh branch.

Similarly, there are many residents here.

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

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

What is ta? Ta may be a person, no no no...I don't know...

Do you know? What exactly is ta?”

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

Until an uncle who looked about fifty years old was the first to walk downstairs and hold Xue Tingtao away.

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

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Of course, three mission experiences were nothing, but the fourth branch is now no longer the same as before.

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

The fourth branch was almost killed and the gap was broken...

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

On the contrary, Xue Tingtao, the store manager with four mission experience, is ahead of all branches, and today he is finally "deserved to be".

"Ting Tao, you heard from Uncle Huang that you have just recovered from a serious illness and have not yet recovered. You should go back to recuperate first.

We have just arrived at our branch, and we will ask you, the store manager, to come and meet you later."

...

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

The man's hair is very long and seems to have not been taken care of for a long time. He is so irritable that he is connected to his beard, making it difficult to see his appearance.

He was wearing a worn brown leather jacket and ripped jeans, and could smell the tramp on him from a distance.

They are also one of the four newcomers who just arrived today, and the other three have been hugging each other and have kept a long distance from him.

The man didn't care about it at all. Between his messy hair, he looked at Xue Tingtao's appearance, not knowing what he was talking to himself.

But at this moment, the phone in his jacket pocket suddenly buzzed.

When he saw the email message he received, he suddenly raised his head and revealed his eyes as sharp as an eagle in his hair.

On the black palm, most of the screen was blocked by the shiny cuffs, but you can still see the first line clearly:
Chapter completed!