Midnight, in the outer city north of Hope City.
Although the number of street lights in the outer city has been increasing since the beginning of the year, up to this point, in the second half of the year, there are still many places in the outer city with no light around.
What's more, it is midnight. For people who may face a tide of beasts at any time, saving energy is also a must.
Then, in a shadow that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, there was a person sneaking around silently.
To be fair, repetitive work every day will not only make people feel boring, but also make them enter old age early and become uninterested in everything.
But doing bad things is different. Although he didn't know what bad things he had done, going out in the middle of the night, which broke the rules of the first twenty years of his life, still gave new life to the young man's decaying heart.
The sound of the empty wind and his own heartbeat overlapped in his ears, and the man turned into an area of old buildings.
He had been here several times, and with the help of the extremely dim light shining through the windows, he finally found his destination.
“Knock, knock.”
In the silence, the young man quietly knocked on the door.
There were subtle sounds of footsteps from inside the door, and the next moment the door opened a crack, with light shining on the face of the person who came in. He reached out his hand to block it while subconsciously closing his eyes.
At the same time, he felt someone grab his forearm and then pull him directly into the house.
His eyes gradually adjusted to the bright light and he could see several people lined up in the narrow room.
Looking around, the man quickly recognized these familiar faces:
"Ain, is that you? And Lao Feng, Brother Xing... why are you all here?"
Besides being surprised, the man also felt a sense of familiarity. After all, these people were co-workers he knew. If he met a group of strangers, it would be a bit awkward.
He greeted everyone in turn, counting in his mind and realizing that there were already six people gathered in this seemingly small one-bedroom apartment, including himself!
After greeting them, the man felt a little awkward. He looked around and finally asked Ein, who was leading the group, in confusion:
"They...all?"
"And now you are too."
Ain's face was filled with a confident smile, and he didn't look tired at all after a day's work.
He grabbed the man, turned around and said to the others with a smile:
"Cheng Fan, there should be no need to introduce him, we all know each other."
He turned his head and looked at the bewildered newcomer and said:
"Without further delay, how about we start now?"
The young man named Cheng Fan nodded, his heart full of anticipation.
The story began last month. Ain, who is one year older than Chengfan, was successfully elected as the line leader with the glorious record of zero defective rate within a month. He became his superior from a worker of the same level.
It was natural for the workers who were familiar with each other to ask Ain about each other's work skills.
This is not because they also want to be promoted. Although most people aspire to move up, there are also a large number of workers who choose to be content with the status quo, which is not shameful.
What they actually desire is Ain's secret to being able to maintain high concentration at work while still being energetic. Everyone is extremely sleepy when they go to work every day, but Ain is able to be energetic all the time, which makes everyone very interested.
In response to the questions from his co-workers, Ain did not hide anything and directly told them that he had developed a rest schedule that could keep him energetic for a long time.
But the problem is that this set of tips only applies to single men who are not yet married.
The reason given by Ain is very simple. Living with family will always be disturbed, which will not only fail to make rest achieve the desired effect, but will also make their spirit worse.
With a set of rhetoric that had almost no flaws, Ain, or Lachesis, successfully dissuaded those targets that were not his.
As for the remaining solitary people, they were lured one by one by him and began to slowly erode them in one way or another.
"If you want to recover more energy in the shortest possible time, you need to quickly enter a deep sleep state."
Ain seemed to have become a teacher, constantly guiding Cheng Fan.
"And the easiest way is what I'm going to teach you next, the technique of quickly entering a dream."
Seeing the critical point, Cheng Fan nodded vigorously and couldn't wait.
"Close your eyes."
Cheng Fan did as he was told.
As he closed his eyes, the workers who had been silent from the beginning stood up one after another.
The five people led by Ain surrounded Cheng Fan, then they closed their eyes, and the whole room fell into dead silence.
But this was not the case in Cheng Fan's perception. The voice of his friend Ain continued to flow into his mind, constantly guiding him to let down his guard, accept everything, and see his true self.
In his consciousness, Lachesis had already extended a tentacle called erosion and began to gently attack the spirit of the human in front of him.
So Cheng Fan saw another sunny and confident self in the palace constructed by his own consciousness.
Lachesis learned a lot from Atropos.
He understood that it was not only laziness that could tempt these humans. People with different jobs and personalities would be tempted differently. Some people were intoxicated with desire, while others could vent their anger in their dreams...
In short, Lachesis learned to cast a wide net and catch more fish. Every time his spiritual tentacles swept across the northern district of Hope City, they would lure in some unsteady souls.
Just as starting a business is always the most difficult at the beginning, the mutual influence of biofields is not simply linear. When the biofield in a small range reaches a certain intensity, erosion will become faster and simpler.
When Cheng Fan opened his eyes again, it was already early morning of the next day.
The soul of Cheng Fan has been completely consumed by indulgence, and his empty body has now become a doll of Lachesis.
He exchanged glances with the people in the room, and the six of them showed terrifying smiles at exactly the same angle on their faces.
"Friends, it's time to go to work."
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"this……"
In the director's office of Factory No. 22, the director, whose hair had turned slightly gray, pushed his glasses and felt that something was wrong.
Not long after Ain was promoted, invisible changes seemed to have taken place in the production line he managed.
Today is August 22nd, but according to the production report, Al Ain's production line has completed its entire production share for August.
Such efficiency made the factory manager feel conflicted.
Before Arthur became Speaker, these things would not have to be considered at all.
The share is done, so what?
We have to keep doing what needs to be done.
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