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Chapter Seventeen
How could Liu Xianji still be alive?If he was really alive, why didn't he come back to see Grandma Liu?
Maybe he was wrong.
It's just a barrage, there are so many people with the same name and surname in the world, you can't be suspicious just because of a little speculation.
In a blink of an eye, the end of the year is approaching, and there is only the last episode of his law-enhancing program. After the completion, his temporary contract will also expire. When new colleagues come next year, they will be "old fritters" and they can vigorously encourage newcomers.The happy days of the tea fairy.
According to the usual practice, before the New Year's Day, several units will gather together for an annual meeting, and listen to the leaders one by one to come to the stage to summarize the work results of the past year. The meeting usually lasts for several hours, and you can't play with your mobile phone to pass the time. It's boring.One can imagine.
I remembered that when was in school, all the poor students in the class sat in the back and deserted, so Yi Heng walked back, but his experienced colleagues pulled him to find a seat in the middle.
"You don't understand this. It's not easy to be in a daze under the nose of the leader when you sit in the front, and it's easy to be watched by the leader when you sit in the back. This position is the safest." The colleague said clearly.
Sure enough, at the beginning of the meeting, the leader picked up the microphone and pointed at the dark army behind him who buried their heads and pretended to be dead. His thick voice resounded throughout the auditorium, "Hey, the comrades in the three rows behind sit in the three rows in front. They can't be heard from so far away."Clear, come here quickly."
There was a wail from behind.
The colleague had an expression of "I knew it would be like this", and Yi Heng clasped his fists at him, "I admire it."
"Ham, what's the matter." The colleague raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "I have a survival manual for contemporary civil servants, and I will send you the electronic version when I get back."
"Okay." Yi Heng smiled, no one really wanted to.
The most torturous thing in the world is to listen to the leader's speech. Hearing that he couldn't hold on halfway, his eyes were squinted and drowsy, and the next second the leader was talking excitedly, and he suddenly raised his voice, as if he played a song in your ear.The sound of the cannon made people tremble in fright, and looked around like a thief, but nothing happened.
"Next, the last item of the meeting is to present awards to the comrades who have performed outstandingly this year. The comrades on the list are invited to come to the stage to receive the awards in order."
It's finally over.
Yi Heng shook his head, sat up straight from the back chair, and was woken up in a half-dream, half-awake, not only dizzy, but also a little bit painful.
I only heard the audience say: "The last one is our Comrade Liu Xianji. He has performed outstandingly in fighting disasters and flood relief many times. Please applaud him."
In the thunderous applause, Yi Heng subconsciously raised his hand with everyone, but stopped halfway. The name made him feel unbelievable, but the reality told him it was true. Looking at the strange face on the stage, hisThe hand did not move.
The same name, the same merit, one urn is buried in the wet mud, one is standing on the stage enjoying the approval and support of everyone, and the light reflected from the medal on his chest is dazzling.
On such an occasion, Yi Heng must not rush forward in a daze, grab people for questioning, and leave the venue with his colleagues with a heavy heart.
He couldn't leave after the meeting, so he would organize everyone to have a meal in the cafeteria. Yi Heng deliberately sat with Liu Xianji's colleagues after the meal.
They stared at Yi Heng for a moment, and said, "Hey, I recognize you. You are from the Cultural Bureau, right? We all have impressions of those who often go out to participate in programs."
It's easy to handle if you have an impression, and it's easy to get news when you pull it up.
"Your unit is the most beautiful this year, and there are three commendations, especially that Comrade Liu." Yi Heng calmly brought the topic to Liu Xianji: "Is he popular in your unit?"
"Are you talking about Liu Xianji? He is not very popular and doesn't get along with his colleagues very much. Three years ago, he was promoted from the bottom for his meritorious service in fighting floods and saving lives. Many people envy him for his achievements, but no one knows where he came from. Whose family is he?The eldest young master has come down to earth to endure calamity."
Yi Heng lowered his head and plucked the white rice on the plate. Thinking of the same white rice at Grandma Liu's funeral, every bite tasted like chewing wax. It is an indisputable fact that Liu's mother and son are not alive.
But how do people come back to life after death?
It is not a unit, and the information that can be inquired is limited. After thinking about it, the only starting point is the barrage.
The staff of the Tuo TV station found the owner of the barrage and sent a private message to his backstage. Unexpectedly, he replied that night.
After explaining the purpose of coming, and gaining his trust, Yi Heng poured out all the doubts in his heart, and the other party sent a sigh emoticon package to answer them one by one.
Tonight will be a sleepless night.
Yi Heng stayed up until dawn, stepping on the door of the police station to call the police. Impersonating a civil servant is undoubtedly a crime, and it is even more morally unacceptable to desecrate the dead.
He put on his shoes and just touched the doorknob when a strong electric current rushed through his body, his hand bounced back instantly, and he lost consciousness for a short time.
"What are you doing!" Yi Heng was slightly annoyed.
"Wait a minute, host, the system doesn't recommend you act impulsively."
"I'm sober, don't worry about it!"
"Just think, an imposter could fill this position for three years without anyone finding out, he alone couldn't do it"
As soon as these words came out, the fire in Yi Heng's chest was half extinguished, because what the system said was the truth.
"The person who gave you the evidence said that he once reported anonymously, but the result was nothing. Doesn't that explain the problem?"
The implication of the system is that if he confronts others head-on by himself, it is tantamount to a fly shaking a tree.
Yi Heng lowered his eyes to reflect, he was the one who was impulsive just now, and didn't fully consider the consequences.
"I now how to do?"
"It's very simple, do nothing, act as if you don't know"
Yi Heng didn't speak after listening, and the system continued to persuade him.
"Why bother, the host, with one salary, but doing multiple jobs of monitoring and reporting, the donkeys of the production team are not as hard as you, it's not worth it"
"I can't do it." Yi Heng turned his head away.
"What did you say?……"
The sound of the system was suddenly sharp, and the current exploded like a spark.
"There is nothing you can't do! Host, you are a scum villain recognized by the main system, you will not be bound by morality, and you don't need to have extra empathy!"
Yi Heng immediately covered his ears, and then let go after the sound of the electric current subsided. He asked the system sharply: "Isn't your mission to transform the villain? Why do you want to hinder me?"
"Because according to big data calculations, if the host continues in its current state, the probability of the mission's success is greater than 99%. Maybe I can complete the KPI ahead of schedule, and if you lose your job, the probability of crime will skyrocket."
"Your system also cares about KPI?"
"Of course, whether it is a living body or a data body, there will be desire if there is consciousness, except for the dead."
"So the host, they are dead, their consciousness no longer exists, why do you care about things that dead people don't care about? Even if you win, the suffering they have suffered will not disappear, and the tears they shed will not flow back, exceptFame, nothing, no one cares"
The system encouraged him little by little, speaking harshly, but reasonable.
After a while, Yi Heng let go of his clenched fists, and his palms drooped as if out of strength, as if he had compromised.
"Host, you made a wise choice"
Yi Heng raised his head reluctantly, and forced a smile from the corner of his mouth. He smiled on the surface and laughed at himself, "No way, you're right. Rather than being a thankless saint, it's better to be wise and protect yourself."
The system left contentedly, not seeing Yi Heng's eyes as sharp as a sword for a moment.