Fatty Li was stunned by the roar. The fat meat on his cheeks shook twice, and the chopsticks hanging in the air fell down, making him extremely embarrassed.

"What's wrong? I just want to taste the food you cook and give some encouragement against my will? Do you really think I'm willing to eat it? Although... these colorful rice is indeed a bit tempting, but... but these are two different things!"

These words were only read in Fatty Li's heart and did not really say them. After all, he is an adult in his forties and it is impossible to compete with a young man.

"That... I just look at the color, it's quite unique." Fatty Li stood up with awkward smile, then pretended to look back at the direction of his restaurant, "Oh, that table of guests seems to be almost finished, I have to go and settle the bill."

"By the way, Xiao Chen, don't put too much pressure on yourself, the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge."

When he arrived at the door, he reminded him earnestly, looking like he was comforting Chen Chong, but in fact he was giving himself a step to blame the previous unhappiness on the emotions of "Chen Chong's heavy pressure".

I have to say that Fatty Li is an extremely smooth and sophisticated panacea!

…

It was not until the former left for a long time that Chen Chong sat down numbly, and there was only one picture in his mind, which was the scene of Wang Mao eating alone.

But...the plate of fish-flavored shredded pork rice had not even moved the rice!

Are you hallucinating?

Obviously not, because two thousand leaflets are still placed in the corner of the table, and you can even smell the smell of ink and wood pulp. It was the result of just printing and the smell has not yet evaporated.

It's indeed brand new.

"Wang Mao...is he... dead?"

Chen Chong felt a little stuffy in his chest, so he quickly lit a cigarette and took a few breaths.

To be honest, after two difficult tasks and one bad luck task, he was no longer surprised by the "ghost". The only thing he couldn't accept was how could a good person become a ghost?

Crazy...

Various restaurants in the food street slowly came to an end at this time, and the aluminum alloy roller shutter door made a rough and unpleasant sound. The moon tonight was covered with a thin layer of clouds, looking a little hazy.

Chen Chong blew his forehead with his upper mouth wrapping his upper mouth to relieve the depression in his heart.

No wonder Wang Mao looked very hot but couldn't feel the temperature.

No wonder his face turned a little white, but it was very unnatural.

It turns out that he is a ghost.

"But why did he deliver himself a flyer? Is it obsessed? or... it has other meanings?"

Just as I was about to reach out to report the leaflet in front of me, a small thing fell from my palm to the table, making a crisp impact.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be a black button.

Chen Chong had no idea when he grabbed this thing in his hand, and even before the button appeared, he didn't feel the slightest feeling in his palm.

"Is it Wang Mao left it?"

Clip the button with both fingers and aim your head up at the light.

The button is black and translucent overall, with four small holes in the middle, and there are broken black needles and threads left between the small holes, which is very ordinary.

Turn the buttons over.

Huh?

Suddenly, his pupils shrank rapidly, and he let out a light ejaculation, and there was a faint trace of blood on the back of the button!

Rubbing with your hands, the blood has solidified. But if you put the powder on your fingertips and rub it hard, it will leave wet marks on your skin.

"This is a sign that it has not been completely solidified, which means that the blood stains have not been left for a long time!"

Chen Chong has not studied related majors such as criminal investigation or reasoning, but this does not affect basic judgment. After all, there is a lot of pork in the vegetable market, and if you touch it too much, you will naturally have some experience in distinguishing the freshness.

Just at this moment, the red exclamation mark in the upper right corner flashed twice, which was a prompt that there was new news from the Doom Game.

[Automatic collection of special tasks: On the eve of his life, he always cares about orders that have not been delivered. Note: Special tasks are unconventional tasks, once triggered, they must be completed, otherwise there will be unpredictable dangers.]

"Hmm? It's gone?"

After reading the information, Chen Chong was surprised. This special task was indeed special, so special that he didn't know what to do!

"Forget it, go to the advertising agency first and then talk about it."

Chen Chong rubbed his forehead and felt that tonight was too long, even though it was only less than one o'clock in the morning now.

He wrapped the black buttons in paper and put them in his pocket, then took two plates into the kitchen to clean them. As a result, when placing the plate, he accidentally knocked down the rice jar on the table. The rice inside said that it happened to leak some of the earthenware jars in the lower corner.

Chen Chong glanced at him and ignored him, thinking that it was also a good choice to use this broken thing as a trash can.

After doing all this, he went to the second floor to change into a clean dress, then pulled down the roller shutter door, swept a shared bicycle at the intersection of the Food Street, and hurriedly rode towards the advertising company.

The night view of Longcheng is beautiful, with various high-rise buildings flashing with colorful neon lights, echoing the dense car taillights.

Beautiful.

The night wind is quiet, as if blowing away the tension and noise in the daytime.

Wang Mao’s advertising company is not far from the restaurant. He starts from the main entrance of the food street and goes to the left. He rides along the main road for more than ten minutes. After passing three red lights in the middle, it is located on the third floor of the second tallest office building on the street.

This office building has more than 30 floors. Except for a small number of residents, the rest are all occupied by various companies. There are alcohol, advertising, and Internet, and there are many different types.

Chen Chong first found Wang Mao’s company not the Internet or introduction, but was attracted by the billboard on the exterior wall of the third floor when he passed by this office building.

Judging from the design of the billboard and the faintly highlighted momentum, this advertising company is very powerful!

Of course, it is a different story to say whether you have the strength or not.

There were no people on the sidewalk at night, so Chen Chong rode very fast, climbing up the hill was no problem at all. The only regret was that his skin was too dark and his clothes were also darker, and he was even darker under the night. When he saw it, he thought it was a black technology bicycle with "ai smart, driverless".

He didn't know it at all.

When Chen Chong could faintly see the neon lights of the office building, he was stunned. He saw many figures surrounded by the office building, and on the sidewalk, there were several police cars with flashing police lights and an ambulance parked on the sidewalk.

"what happens?"

"The advertising company on the third floor has died,"

"How did you die?"

"I heard it was suicide, but I don't know what it was."

"You know all this?"

"Of course, did you see the security guard next to the police car? He was the first to discover it."

"This psychological quality is too bad, right? Why can't you think it through?"

"Every family has a difficult sutra to recite. I left and there is nothing good to watch."

…

Chen Chong stood in the crowd with a bicycle, listening to the onlookers' comments while watching two policemen walking out of the office building with a body bag.

He subconsciously touched the black buttons wrapped in a napkin in his pocket, and vaguely understood the meaning of the special task.

Wang Mao... is definitely not committing suicide!

(To be continued...)
Chapter completed!