Li Yun didn't let Uncle Li leave first before, and now he didn't run away first.

He remembered Zhou Ping to worry about it, but his death was very different from the way No. 5 died. No one killed him, and what killed him was the sudden hair. It was probably part of the magic of Li Yun No. 7. As the only witness present at the time, Zhou Ping might have told the police honestly, but the police would definitely not believe it.

Li Yun has never studied medicine, but as a patient with allergic constitution and allergic disease, he feels that he can blame his death on his serious allergies. However, it is difficult to explain this information to the police through anonymous phone.

Li Yun thought about it and subconsciously followed Uncle Li to his desk.

Landlines are very ordinary office phones, with many more buttons than home landlines, and use them in handwritten fonts. One of them says "Boss", the other says "Dormitory", and the rest are ordinary labels such as "property", "door guard", and "network".

Uncle Li dialed the phone directly, called 110, explained Li Yun's name and address clearly, and described the appearance of the two thieves.

Li Yun glanced at the outskirts and saw the computer screen lit up next to him.

When he entered the door, he saw this computer. That weird guy, or Li Yun, who should have been wearing No. 7 skin, should have been operating this computer at that time.

The browser interface is displayed on the screen. There is an account name on the Weibo homepage.

Strange stories.

Li Yun silently recited the name in his mind, but he didn't have much thought.

The dark-skinned woman happened to be standing beside him, noticed his gaze and wandered.

"Can you do it?" she asked suddenly.

Li Yun didn't understand for a moment, "What?"

"That's it." She pointed to the screen.

"Weibo?" Li Yun still didn't understand.

"Yes, I'm operating an account. This is our company's main business." The dark-skinned woman introduced her and extended her hand, "My name is Yi Xin. She is Xue Xiaolian."

The white-skinned woman stood beside Uncle Li, smiled at Li Yun after hearing this, her eyes swept over Yi Xin, and her eyes were slightly profound.

Li Yun shook hands with Yi Xin, feeling that the other party's palms were cold. He looked at the computer screen and confirmed: "You mean, let me run this account?"

"Yes. The newcomers have been killed by you, and they have only been working for a week. He has done a pretty good job. He has added a lot of fans, as well as the number of forwardings, comments and likes... Where can I read the number of readings?" Yi Xin said, and had already pulled up the seat and rolled the mouse wheel twice.

Li Yun's heart thumped and he stopped Yi Xin.

He didn't care about Yi Xin who looked up at him, staring at the screen, and his head unconsciously approached the screen.

"Hair..." He looked at the two words on the screen, his heart beat wildly, and he took the mouse in Yi Xin's hand, clicked on the Weibo post, and read the long pictures aside.

Drag the long picture to the bottom, and Li Yun saw the comments below.

Not only is his heart beating wildly, but his eyelids are beating violently because of those comments.

There are long Weibo links in the comments that are not long enough.

When Li Yun was reading, he was pushed by Yi Xin.

"You blocked the screen. What was written on it?" Yi Xin asked.

"Our death...that No. 7 may have used these to kill us." Li Yun's tone was complicated.

"Oh. Then do you want to take over this Weibo?" Yi Xin got back to the topic.

Li Yun thought about it, they were all dead, and they were both dead, no matter No. 7 or No. 1, and they could not even be a ghost. It is meaningless to figure out how they committed the crime now.

Legally, the case will be terminated after the criminal dies. If the victims such as Li Yun and others are still alive, they may be able to ask the court to continue the trial and use the criminal's inheritance to make compensation. If there are family members, the family members can also apply...

Now all these are meaningless.

Li Yun sighed in his heart for a while.

"...uh, my name..." Uncle Li next to him had already described what he saw and was being asked about basic information by the operator. He was not good at lying, and he would not lie to the police, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Xue Xiaolian took the microphone directly from Uncle Li, "We are afraid of being retaliated against, so we will not provide our names. I hope you can catch the murderer as soon as possible and bring them to justice. Goodbye."

"Hey--" The operator wanted to publicize the police's protection of witnesses, so he simply left the phone.

After Xue Xiaolian hung up the phone, her expression remained unchanged, and even smiled, and asked Li Yun: "Have you considered it? You and the newcomer have the same name and surname, and it is convenient for the boss to remember the name. The benefits here are still very good. The monthly salary is 3,000 yuan, and there are bonuses at the end of the year, and there are free dormitories. There are free broadband in the office and dormitory. There are a lot of office funds, such as these, which are considered company benefits." She pointed to the fitness equipment that occupied half of the office space and the tea room that looked finely decorated, "That is the kitchen. The equipment is very complete, and there are all kinds of cooking machines."

Li Yun was very hesitant. He was hesitating about how to refuse the job invitation.

"Do you have family and friends waiting for you in Fengdu?" Yi Xin asked.

This is not.

"I want to find my parents. They are probably in... heaven." Li Yun said in an uncertain tone.

"Then you should stay. Once you enter Fengdu, it will be difficult to inquire about things abroad." Yi Xin said.

Li Yun originally thought so. But he subconsciously wanted to refuse whether to stay here to work. He didn't know the so-called company at all, and he just knew the names of these two women.

"At our place, at least you can still contact the living people." Yi Xin added another weight, "Living people can't see ghosts."

"What you have to do is to take care of your Weibo account, post something, and attract fans. The boss has not asked for performance," said Xue Xiaolian.

Yi Xin agreed, "It's been two years, and I haven't mentioned it."

"I may have been thinking about starting this account recently. I have also recruited people. I am the one who is dead."

"I thought there was something wrong with that person. The boss insisted on finding someone to run Weibo."

“Isn’t it because you don’t work hard?”

"You don't work all day, either?"

The two of them started to criticize each other.

It sounds like the working atmosphere here is very relaxing, and slapping fish has become the norm.

Li Yun's heart moved and he glanced at the computer screen.

He looked at this and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He became nervous and hurriedly approached the screen and stepped back. He repeated this twice and sneezes.

"Ah snee! Ah snee! Ah snee!" Li Yun covered his mouth and nose, staying away from Yi Xin and Xue Xiaolian.

He smelled it, and the strange smells came from the two of them.

The exposed hands had a rash on the back of their hands and they began to itch.

Li Yun's tears flowed out.

Yi Xin and Xue Xiaolian stopped a sing and reconciling conversation and looked at Li Yun.

In Li Yun's vision, only their turn of their heads could not see their expressions.

He sneezes and can't speak.

Uncle Li was stunned for a while before explaining to him: "This is what he was when he came in before. It was only after Hei Wuchang took a photo of him... Maybe it was rhinitis?"

Uncle Li is old and has heard of "allergic", but his first reaction is not this.

"oh--"

"oh--"
Chapter completed!