Xiang Haichao felt that Lin Zhengjun was becoming more and more silent. There seemed to be a heart-pounding aura hidden in his eyes. He didn't understand what happened to Lin Zhengjun, but Lin Zhengjun's condition made him feel very uneasy.

But Xiang Haichao has been very busy recently. As soon as the year comes, the company's business has reached its busiest time. All day long, it is either urging the top or making trouble below. The entire business department is so busy that it hits the back of the head. How could the marketing department not be busy in the hardest hit area?

On the other hand, the company's executive president has just changed. On the surface, it is because of physical reasons. The rumors are spread because the CEO is conservative in his mind and cannot keep up with the current trend. Now the competition in the mall is so fierce, if he doesn't advance, he will retreat. Being conservative means death. Therefore, after a big quarrel at the board of directors, the chairman directly appointed a new executive president.

The new president has made three fuses when he takes office. Although it has not been lit yet, some well-informed people have said that the company's internal management structure will be very active. In fact, this is also the case. If the new president is still Xiao Gui and Cao Sui, then what kind of president can he replace?

The slightest movement above is a storm below, and the leaders of each department are unsure. The so-called emperor and ministers are afraid that the adjustment will fall on their heads, so no matter what, they will make a performance first. So the leaders of each department are desperately trying to squeeze the employees below and must make some achievements for the new president to see.

There is no doubt that the marketing and sales departments will inevitably be the hardest hit areas again, because these two departments are the easiest to achieve results, and of course, the easiest to cause problems.

Therefore, Xiang Haichao is really busy. He has not had a weekend off in the past two weeks. He works overtime until eight or nine o'clock every day. When he goes back at night, his baby daughter has already slept. He obviously goes home every day, but the father and daughter haven't spoken for more than ten days, which makes Xiang Haichao very depressed.

Xiang Haichao's wife also had some complaints, and Xiang Haichao had no time to talk to Lin Zhengjun, so she had to take time to talk to Lin Zhengjun every day, and occasionally chatted while Lin Zhengjun was stealing chickens to the roof to smoke, but Lin Zhengjun said nothing, and Xiang Haichao had no choice.

In fact, not only Xiang Haichao discovered Lin Zhengjun's abnormality, but other colleagues in the office thought that Lin Zhengjun was a little wrong. Even Ye Hengchang, who was always talking a lot, gradually stopped talking nonsense with Lin Zhengjun. He Yongmin, who was originally talking less, said less. The group's pet Huang Wanqing was affected by the strange atmosphere in the office and began to become cautious, which made the pressure in the office lower.

Lin Zhengjun didn't notice that the atmosphere in the office became very strange, and the cause was because of him.

He just didn't have the heart to take care of the changes around him. Apart from work, he had immersed all his time in that strange dream. From birth to now, Lin Zhengjun has never been so focused on one thing.

At the beginning, Lin Zhengjun was simply afraid of dreams. Anyone who fell asleep would die in a different way every day, right? But as time passed and after experiencing various ways of dying, Lin Zhengjun seemed to have become accustomed to it. Although the experience of death was really bad, he could return to this peaceful world every time, which made Lin Zhengjun's mentality not completely collapse.

After accepting habitual death, Lin Zhengjun began to think about everything that happened to him.

He tried not to sleep at night during the day, or to change his sleep in another environment, and even because he suspected that it was related to his phone number, he deliberately left the phone in the office for a night without internet. However, no matter how he tossed, a terrifying night would inevitably come. He could die in a different way, but death would never be late.

After experiencing fear and doubt, Lin Zhengjun's heart began to rebound, and a sense of unwillingness continued to brew in his heart. No one would accept the destruction of others safely. As long as there was a chance, there would inevitably be resistance when there was oppression.

Of course, Lin Zhengjun also had another thought in his mind. This strange dream came to him, and it would definitely not be a special thing to torture him. After all, he had never done anything that was angry and resentful in his life. God did not need to punish him like this. As for the previous life, if he was an unforgivable person in his previous life, how could he have spent more than twenty years of peace?

Therefore, this dream must not be specifically for harming oneself. Countless fantasy novels tell Lin Zhengjun that there must be opportunities behind the risks, and the greater the risks, the greater the chance. Therefore, Lin Zhengjun wants to see what secrets are hidden in that world. Perhaps, even his own golden finger may be?

Holding the anger of being tortured by monsters in every way, and with the earnest expectations for the golden finger, Lin Zhengjun turned his thinking from fear of confrontation to changing the status quo, that is, he thought about how to fight against those monsters?

Once completely free from fear and panic, Lin Zhengjun found that he had to do too much. Now it is an information society, which represents a person's thinking ability and intelligence. He is no longer limited to his own brain. When encountering problems, we can also use other people's intelligence to solve them.

So Lin Zhengjun was so busy that he had no time to pay attention to the people around him. Of course, at first, fear occupied his heart and made him ignore the people around him. Later, he got used to being taciturn and thought that this was actually good. Anyway, he didn't tell the people around him about his troubles. Instead of having to deal with the care of the people around him, it would be better to just remain silent.

Yesterday during the day, I saw a novel online. The protagonist in it was wearing an anti-sting suit and going to another world for adventure. Lin Zhengjun was deeply inspired. It took time and money to buy anti-sting suits online. At night, Lin Zhengjun simply wore a few thick and sturdy clothes and a pair of military boots with steel plate bottoms to sleep. He also carried a steel chisel in his hand. Unfortunately, after entering the dream, he only had the closest three-piece set, a pair of shorts, and a thermal underwear. Therefore, it is not feasible to wear armor or even other tools.

Therefore, whenever I have time today, Lin Zhengjun will search online again and put on a vest in the forum to ask questions about his own difficulties. Of course, he did not get any valuable suggestions. The most reliable netizen suggested that he exercise his body in the real world and might not be able to bring in anything else, but his abilities would definitely be able to bring in.

Unfortunately, this is a way that cannot relieve near-thirst thirst. It takes time to exercise. What's more, with the upper limit of the strength of the human body, even if you become a muscle, you may not be able to fight against those monsters, right? And it's not one-on-one, but one-on-many. Lin Zhengjun, who has experienced the tragic death of five horses, knows it's terrible to be beaten by these monsters.

Working silently, silently ignoring the strange gazes around, silently holding your breath, silently racking your brains, a daytime passed quickly, and night fell again. Lin Zhengjun looked at the dim street scene, feeling helpless, tonight, it will be another tragic night.

After changing into thick and warm pajamas, Lin Zhengjun put down the phone in his hand, closed his eyes quietly, and felt surprisingly calm. Lin Zhengjun had to give himself thirty-two praises. As expected, being as tenacious as a grass is the talent attribute of all grass roots.

When I opened my eyes again, what caught my eye was the familiar and unfamiliar sky. Today is cloudy, well... cloudy?!

Lin Zhengjun's movement was very small, but his speed was quite fast. He turned his head sideways, raised his hand and gently pushed away the grass stems. A green-brown figure came into view, which was more than fifteen meters away, and it was OK. While sleeping, Lin Zhengjun quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he began to lie down on the spot to observe the surrounding situation and confirmed the location of the three monsters. The other two should be farther away so they can't see it. Yes, there are five monsters in this small open space, which is the information Lin Zhengjun exchanged for countless deaths.

After confirming the location of the monster, Lin Zhengjun began to look for useful things around him, such as angular stones. Unfortunately, the surrounding stones were used up by Lin Zhengjun, some were broken, and some had been thrown away. Lin Zhengjun looked for it for a long time and could not even find a stone larger than his fist.

Could it be that today we can only fight with bare hands?

Lin Zhengjun had no choice but to look at a shallow pit not far away. This shallow pit was dug by Lin Zhengjunqiang in two days, with a depth of less than five centimeters. The bottom of the pit was grass roots, so they could not dig it with their fingernails or stones. It was impossible to try to make a trap to prevent the monster's ankle.

Lin Zhengjun sighed silently, then slowly turned over and began to squirm without a sound. He wanted to try to dive into the forest not far away again, but the grass on the open space was too dense, and it was very difficult to move without making a sound. After a long time, Lin Zhengjun moved half of his body.

However, Lin Zhengjun pulled up the grass one by one and then slowly put it on, although it took a lot of time, as long as he persisted day after day, Lin Zhengjun felt that one day he would be able to build a path directly to the woods in the grass.

Like a caterpillar, Lin Zhengjun crawled on the ground, like an emotional robot, silently broke a weed, gently fell to the ground, and then broke a weed, ignoring the soreness of his body, ignoring the hunger in his belly, and not caring about the result of his work. He just silently repeated this meaningless work.

Unlike the calm surface, Lin Zhengjun's brain is actively thinking, repeatedly filtering out the information he has experienced countless deaths to obtain. Combined with various seemingly reliable or completely unreliable information collected from the Internet, see if there is a better way to solve the current dilemma.

When you are bored with thinking, Lin Zhengjun will also imagine the golden finger that may exist somewhere in this world, or try to use the keywords you suddenly think of to call magical things like systems or attribute panels that may not exist. Although doing so is a bit ridiculous, it can at least relieve inner anxiety and irritability.

People must have some hope in life.

This is what Xiang Haichao told him that he had never understood the depth and truth of this sentence so deeply.
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