Before the proclamation was even finished, the entire hall erupted in screams and a chaotic brawl broke out.
[This looks familiar.]
It's so unfamiliar.
This is the internal structure of Eoubs: utterly irresponsible, utterly inhumane, dragging everyone's lives into hell step by step.
This is a path that grows darker and darker with each step, leading all the way to the end of hell.
Li Lin had already stepped into another street around the corner when a stirring and inspiring declaration came from behind him. The crowd cried out in despair, expressing their feelings about the great sacrifice, which moved everyone present.
You are a junior employee at this newspaper company.
Your job is very simple.
[I organize the data tables, print the documents, send them to the customers by express, and then go home.]
You live, and then you suffer.
[You are the most promising interrogator in the Eoubs Tribunal, and a dignified host of the Bloodline of All Things.]
Torture criminals, manipulate unstable groups, and dismember them—that's your daily job.
You live only to kill.
There was a photo on the wall above the desk—a group photo of all the employees and company executives. Li Lin was standing in the corner, and his eyes weren't so gloomy back then.
A colleague carrying a delivery slip passed by him from behind, and the wind he created lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing a "card toy" clipped to his waist.
[Identity tag, identity tag, identity tag, identity tag, identity tag, identity tag, identity tag, identity tag.]
Where did your ID card go?
Squeak—
When Li Lin came to his senses, the door to the executive's office behind him opened, and a similarly young man walked out and placed a document that was almost half his height in front of him: "Print three copies for me and give them to the front desk so they can send them out."
"It's okay if you don't want to."
Who is that?
Does this look familiar?
And who are you?
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