Chapter 14

The voices downstairs are noisy and chaotic, but this does not affect the peaceful life on the fourth floor at all.

Cen Xun sat in the position of human resources director with a bold gesture, clicking the mouse repeatedly. After some exploration, he successfully entered the backend of the human resources management system.

Time was running out, so Cen Xun reviewed the functions of each module at a glance, selected "File Management", and called up the files of more than a dozen deans at once. He clicked on them one by one and quickly browsed the information on the screen.

After looking for a while, Cen Xun's face became expressionless.

Because he suddenly remembered a crucial point, that is, if faculty and staff want to resign, they need to get the approval of the principal first.

In other words, as long as the principal does not agree, the resignation procedures cannot be approved.

Cen Xun tapped the mouse randomly a few times, feeling a little annoyed.

In the end, he suffered the loss because his position was not that of a principal.

After thinking for a moment, Cen Xun decisively gave up the operation, closed the personnel system, and rashly submitted the resignation procedures, which would not be worth the loss if it alarmed the principal.

Since it is not feasible to resign directly, then stick to the original plan and go to the archives to get the labor contract first.

The archive room was right next to the personnel department, and there was a big lock hanging on the door. Cen Xun inserted the puppet thread into the keyhole and fiddled with it twice based on his feeling. The big lock opened and fell to the ground with a "bang".

It wasn't Cen Xun's "superb" lock-picking skills that opened it, but rather the sharp puppet silk that directly cut through it. Puppet silk is now a blue-level prop, and cutting through an ordinary lock is no problem at all. Cen Xun's unlocking action seems too redundant.

Looking at the cut lock, Cen Xun was silent: "How is he going to put it back together later?"

Forget it. Cen Xun pushed open the tightly closed door of the archive room, strode in, and started looking through the teacher files.

In last night's "Nightmare H University" scene, Cen Xun had fought against alienated faculty members, and the only monsters capable of fighting him were those at the vice-dean level and above. Professors, associate professors, lecturers, teaching assistants, counselors, and the like posed little threat to him.

Therefore, Cen Xun focused on finding the files of faculty and staff with the title of vice president or above.

The search process went smoothly. Every time he found a file, Cen Xun would take out a blank piece of paper and use the "touch paper to make it real" trick on it, using the paper to copy the corresponding file, and then put the copied fake file back on the shelf as it was.

During this time, the noise downstairs became louder and louder, and the noisy clamor turned into screams and curses one after another. Cen Xun could guess what was happening. As a professor at H University, he knew very well that the security of H University was not a pushover. When the security found that they could not subdue the players with bare hands, they would definitely go for security equipment.

Although the telescopic riot fork, high-intensity flashlight, telescopic baton, mace, and stun baton are not very lethal, they are enough to give players a hard time.

Cen Xun was in a calm mood as he continued to search quickly. In addition to the files of the vice president and the president, Cen Xun did not forget to find his own file as well.

It is most reassuring to hold your own labor contract in your own hands.

Opening the file bag with his name on it, Cen Xun took out the information inside.

The first one was his employment application form from that year, with his one-inch photo attached to it.

The young man in the photo had a stern expression, his amber eyes staring straight into the camera, as cold as a drawn sword.

Cen Xun was actually in a bad mood the day he took the photos.

Because before the photo shoot, something happened between him and Feng Jihan, and because of this incident, Cen Xun and Feng Jihan quarreled for several days.

To be more precise, it was Cen Xun who unilaterally used cold violence against Feng Jihan.

The reason was simple. Feng Jihan didn't know what was wrong with him, but he insisted on moving his company to H City. If it was just moving the company, it would be fine. But what made Cen Xun most dissatisfied was the huge change in Feng Jihan's working hours.

According to Feng Jihan, after moving to H City, the company's business volume increased and his workload also increased accordingly. He needs to stay in the company throughout the day, and if it gets busy, he will even have to work overtime at night.

At that time, Cen Xun couldn't understand. His family was not short of money, so did the company have to move?

Feng Jihan said that they really had to move.

But when Cen Xun asked why they had to move, Feng Jihan couldn't give an answer and only said that it was due to the company's development needs.

Cen Xun believed that Feng Jihan was hiding something from him.

After being together for many years, Cen Xun knew very well that Feng Jihan would not be able to endure a long separation just to make money.

The problem of different ideas turned into a problem of trust, and then they started arguing.

Cen Xun believed that he was born a bad person. Before he met Feng Jihan, he had lured people who had bad intentions towards him into a garbage dump and buried them alive. He also threw human traffickers into a snake cave with his own hands. The biggest mistake God made was not letting him die in that mountain village, but letting him follow Feng Jihan out.

For a long time afterwards, Cen Xun hunted recklessly in the orphanage. It was not until Feng Jihan took him away, kept a close eye on him, and strictly controlled his behavior that Cen Xun suppressed his nature, put on a gentle human skin, and did not go on a killing spree in the city.

However, when Feng Jihan makes him unhappy, Feng Jihan's control over him will be greatly weakened.

Cen Xun always likes to simplify complex issues.

Since you are reluctant to deal with the person who caused the problem, then go straight to solve the root cause of the problem.

So on the evening of the second day of the cold war, Cen Xun couldn't suppress his desire to destroy, and went to the downstairs of Feng Jihan's company, intending to set a fire and burn the building down.

But Cen Xun didn't expect that just as he poured gasoline and prepared to ignite it, Feng Jihan suddenly appeared behind him like a diligent policeman ready to go out on duty at any time, and asked him coldly.

"What are you doing?"

When he was caught when he was about to do something bad, Cen Xun's hands trembled, and he was still unwilling to give up and wanted to continue setting fire. His unrepentant behavior completely angered Feng Jihan. That night, Cen Xun was caught and taken back, and he was severely "educated" on the importance of fire safety in some way.

Cen Xun really got into a fight with Feng Jihan that time. After being taught a lesson, he still persevered and planned to try again the next day.

Feng Jihan has a unique way to discipline Cen Xun. Seeing that Cen Xun did not change after repeated teachings, he simply did it once and for all.

Cen Xun was locked up at home.

It was not until they moved to H City and saw that the matter had been settled that Cen Xun reluctantly admitted that it was mainly because he was a little tired of being lectured for so many days in a row.

On the day the photographer came to shoot, Cen Xun had already been in the bedroom of his new home for a week, his whole body emitting the lewd smell of desire. This time, Feng Jihan did not help him clean up. Instead, he picked up a tool and blocked it. Then he helped him put on his clothes and whispered in his ear, half threateningly and half coaxingly: "Be good, and I'll let you out tomorrow."

The photo was taken in this situation.

That day, Cen Xun was really unhappy.

Very, unhappy.

Cen Xun didn't really want to recall the past. He stared at the one-inch photo expressionlessly for a while. Just as he was about to put it back into the file bag, a voice suddenly rang out at the door, causing Cen Xun's fingers to tremble reflexively.

"What are you doing?"

Different voices, but the same cold tone, all spoken when he was secretly doing something bad. This strong sense of déjà vu made Cen Xun's back numb, and he subconsciously stiffened.

But he soon realized that the person who could respond to the call at any time could not be here now.

Cen Xun slowly raised his head and looked towards the door.

The sloppy young man had stood there at some point, the light from outside the door shining on his back, making his face and expression somewhat blurry.

He took a step inside and stood completely in the dim archive room. "Why are you here alone? What are you looking for?"

It's this person again.

Cen Xun lowered his eyes, and the inexplicable feeling of palpitations quickly dissipated, and what followed was a strong murderous intent.

"It's none of your business."

Cen Xun said coldly, not even wanting to pretend. After confirming that the information in the file bag was correct, he put the fake file back in its place, put the other files in his pocket, and walked directly to the door. He said coldly to the young man who was blocking his way, "Get out of here."

The young man did not move, his tall figure standing in front of Cen Xun was very oppressive.

Cen Xun frowned slightly, looked up and stared at the young man: "What do you mean?"

Young man: "It means sharing intelligence."

Cen Xun smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and his uncooperative attitude was very obvious: "Why?"

The young man thought for a moment and said, "Because I saved you in the auditorium."

"That counts as saving? I can deal with them even without you." Cen Xun felt that there was no need to waste time with this person, so he immediately raised his legs and attacked his lower body in a simple and rough manner.

Unexpectedly, the man seemed to have anticipated this and stretched out his hand to block it almost the next second after he raised his leg.

It was as if he was very familiar with his moves.

It was inconvenient for Cen Xun to hold the file bag, and since he couldn't hit the man with one blow, he simply chose to bump into him. The young man didn't guess Cen Xun's trick this time, and he staggered after being knocked by him. When he reached out to hold the door frame, the man slipped away from him like a loach.

He subconsciously reached out, but only had time to grab the clothes on his back. As soon as he exerted force, he heard a "ripping" sound, and the old T-shirt that Shen Wenshao once described as a "rag" was torn into pieces, and really became a rag.

Cen Xun felt a chill on his back, and was a beat late to react to what had happened. He turned around and saw the young man holding a piece of cloth in a daze, and was also a little stunned.

"I didn't mean to do that." This was all he said at last.

Cen Xun: “”

Before he could get angry, the puppet controlled by Cen Xun was pinned down by the young man with a lightning-fast grab.

The young man suppressed him without allowing any resistance, and regardless of Cen Xun's struggle, he neatly handcuffed his hands behind his back.

As he pulled out his belt and bound his hands, the young man said darkly, "Now you're doing it on purpose."

Cen Xun: “”Damn!”

Apart from anything else, this smell of abnormal brain and neurosis is a bit too strong.

He struggled twice and then stopped moving.

This was Cen Xun's first time controlling a puppet. At first, he even made the puppet walk crookedly. Now he had to fight with this bodyguard. It was obvious that he couldn't win.

Ever since seeing Zhang San appear, an idea has been circling in Cen Xun's mind.

There is no one around now, which is obviously the best time to kill Zhang San.

Very well, kill him, now!

Cen Xun lowered his eyelids, seemingly being held down by the young man obediently, but in fact a black and white puppet thread was quietly protruding from his fingertips.

"Don't move." The young man didn't notice at all, threatened him in a low voice, and bent down to pick up the file bag that fell to the ground.

The puppet thread, as thin as a hair, was stretched taut and pointed maliciously at the young man's messy head, ready to penetrate his crown in the next second.

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from downstairs: "Damn it, the security guards are trying to climb in through the window! Stop them quickly!"

The young man who was about to pick up the file suddenly stood up and hurriedly looked down from the fence.

The puppet silk's charged attack had accidentally missed, but Cen Xun quickly seized the opportunity and changed his tactics. He used the puppet silk to cut open his belt, quickly gathered up the fallen file bag, and ran directly towards the window at the end of the corridor.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the young man turned his head suddenly, only to see the man suddenly jump up and disappear out of the window at the end of the corridor like a bird.

He rushed to the window and looked down. The person who had just stopped downstairs seemed to have noticed something, raised his head, gave him a provocative smile, and then walked away under his gaze.

The young man licked the corner of his dry lips and murmured, "I should teach him something else next time, like not jumping off a building casually."

The noise downstairs suddenly stopped.

The young man vaguely heard a player's confident voice: "We are students, you can't do anything to us!"

The young man smoothed his messy hair and smiled nonchalantly.

Those glassy eyes seemed to embrace everything, but upon closer inspection, there was almost no emotion contained within them.

If they believed the nonsense that person said, these players would probably be wiped out.

Downstairs, Shen Wenshao stared at the 100% progress bar and breathed a sigh of relief.

Done!

He straightened up, his face full of suppressed joy.

Compliments from the lackey players continued to flow into his ears. Shen Wenshao felt refreshed and thought with contempt, what kind of horror game is this?

It's not difficult at all, so boring. Once he finishes the game today, he will definitely be praised by players in the forum. If he says this game is easy, those inferior people will probably say that he has too strong a sense of superiority.

Shen Wenshao shook his head, and thought of that scene, and snorted helplessly.

Yuanhu Lake, Wangsheng Pavilion.

Cen Xun placed one hand on the back of the carved stone chair and took the file bag handed to him by the puppet with the other hand.

The lake surface was shimmering, and the breeze quickly ruffled the loose hair on Cen Xun's forehead.

Cen Xun's fingertips brushed across the file bag, and he suddenly muttered to himself, "Something's wrong."

"Teacher, let me ask you a question. Do you know what went wrong just now?"

Cen Xun turned his head and asked the puppet standing beside him with a smile.

The puppet seemed unable to understand his question. Its body stood still, motionless, except for its eyes which kept moving, revealing extreme fear.