C3 Chapter 3

On the fifth day, he received an interview call, one of the most satisfying jobs in his resume, a career unit, a municipal organizational job. Although it was not done, it was still decent for a girl. They exchanged a few simple sentences, memorized the time and address, and prepared to go for the interview when the time came.

After setting the alarm at 7: 30, she woke up at 6: 00. She lay on the bed and looked at her phone for 20 minutes. Getting up, washing up, and changing clothes took almost two hours. He changed almost all the clothes in the wardrobe. He always felt that the next one would be even more beautiful. After changing, he chose the first one. The gray casual wear of the shorts was also a little playful.

The place of work was an old courtyard in the busy district, like the government compound in the 1980s. The small three-story building surrounded the courtyard in a circle. Nowadays, there were not many government units that had such a retro scene. It was indeed a unit that compiled the municipal journal. It was simple and nostalgic. The entire unit was terrifyingly quiet. When they walked into the yard, entered the building, and walked up the stairs, they did not meet anyone. There was not even the sound of flying insects. It was like an old abandoned yard, empty.

Following the detailed address on the phone, he knocked on the door of Office 203. From inside came the voice of a middle-aged uncle. "Coming!" It was the same voice as on the phone. The door was opened. A middle-aged man about my height. His hair was so bald that only a small tuft was left hanging in front of his forehead. His short scarlet polo sleeves had a strange smell of perfume on them. It was like the smell of a shampoo shop. From the moment he saw me, he had been staring at me, sizing me up. He looked at me from head to toe with a satisfied smile on his face. This was not like a leader looking at an employee, but more like looking at prey. There were three iron bookcases in the office. There was a big desk and a chair. The whole office was in a mess. The desk was full of papers and papers, and the bookcases were in a mess.

We chatted for 15 minutes since we entered the office. We didn't mention anything about our work. He asked me where he was from. Which school did he graduate from? What kind of work do my family do, and what I like to do most of the time? What hobbies? He praised me for being quick-witted. His skin was tender and he looked like a child from the south. He introduced himself. He said that he had divorced his wife for many years, and that he had a son who was about the same age as me studying abroad. He said that although he was older, his mentality was still the same as that of a young man. He was willing to spend time with young people. He even asked me to poke his belly with my hand, saying that I wanted to feel the muscles he trained every day. As they chatted, I always felt something was wrong, but I couldn't tell. The atmosphere was too relaxed, and the topic was too life-like. This didn't seem like an interview, it was like a blind date. When I suddenly realized that this state of affairs might have hidden hidden hidden unspoken rules, A chill arose in my heart. I started to dodge my gaze and blurt out my words. I didn't understand the meaning of my words. He seemed to have noticed that I was suddenly out of shape, so he told me not to be nervous. He said that he was the only interviewer, and that he needed an assistant to sort out the writing materials. He was given full authority over the job, and there wouldn't be any formal interviews. Now that you're talking to me, it's an interview, and you know my situation. Let's see if I'm suitable for this job. Then he took me to the next year's log storage room.

The storage room, which was only a wall away, was very different from the previous office. It was neat and orderly. It was like a small library, with rows of bookshelves standing on top of it. It was densely packed. Inside, there was a standard municipal journal, big and big. It was stacked next to each other. They were distributed according to the time and the type of events. The curtains in the room were drawn, and the lights on seemed shady. The cold and gloomy room gave off a strong musty smell. In such a secluded space, the history of a city was stored. Its story, its glory, it was neither vivid nor dazzling. Accompanied by a unique aura that had been sealed for a long time, it fermented.

He said to me, "Right now, you're mainly helping me sort out these city records. Some of them are not clearly marked or coded. You've marked them and put them in the cabinet in order. Wipe off the dust on them. " He has been walking close to me, closely following me. I smell the sour sweat coming from his body. It is a strange scent that cannot be concealed by perfume. It made me feel nauseous. I deliberately walked forward quickly, and he also quickened his pace. I immediately moved to the right. I slowed down to walk behind him, and he suddenly stopped and turned around. He looked at me, his eyes full of desire. It was as if he wanted to swallow me. I quickly avoided his gaze and changed my words.

"This place is quite good. I like the work very much. Can I come here to work?"

"Of course. You can go to work directly in the afternoon. If there's nothing else, you can start working now."

"Oh, not now. My friend came with me. He's waiting for me downstairs."

"Oh, is that so? A boyfriend or a girlfriend?"

"A boyfriend." I replied smartly.

We returned to his office. When we entered, he closed the metal door. Bang. A crisp sound of the door closing. In his heart, it was infinitely magnified and magnified. It was as if I had been pushed into a bottomless abyss. He showed me some of his recent two years of municipal journal on the computer, and he also showed me pictures of him when he was young. He also told me some of his past stories. He told me to stand in front of the computer. Standing beside him. He asked for an inch, looking at the reflection of the computer. Let me sit on his lap. He began to reach out his Demon Claw to pull my hand, holding it in his hand. Touch, knead, he said. Your skin is so delicate. I was so scared that I didn't dare disobey any of his requests. I was afraid that there was only me and him in the entire courtyard. I was afraid that my resistance would be met with even more violent and extreme actions. The words on the computer were blurry, the pictures were blurry, and the words spoken were also blurry. Fear filled his entire body, covering everything around him. At this moment, he only wanted to escape. Flee quickly, escape from this terrifying and strange place. It was as strange as the ghost house by the bridge that adults talked about when they were young. Inside was the ghost house of a crazy woman in a red dress.

Fear paralyzes my nerves and ignites it again. I suddenly stood up and said calmly, "I might be leaving. My friend is still waiting downstairs. I'll come back in the afternoon to report." On the surface, there was a heart that was about to jump out. It was stuck in my throat and I couldn't catch my breath.

I ran out of the yard and came to the main road. I came to the bustling city and saw people and cars coming and going. The fear finally disappeared, but my heart was still beating rapidly. The muscles and skin on my body were rising and falling along with the heartbeat. I still couldn't slow down my rapid pace. I couldn't help but clench my fingers tightly and breathe heavily. I walked into a small restaurant by the road and ordered a bowl of hot and dry noodles. My stomach gradually warmed up, and my soul slowly came back to life. I felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off my shoulders.

Everything that he had experienced just now was so unreal. It was so noisy in the center of the city. There was actually such a place in the bustling city center. The silent environment, the strange atmosphere, the abnormal people, it was as if time and space had intersected and accidentally entered.

In a fixed mindset, one would always feel that government work was proper. Parents were reliable, but there was nothing absolute. The more well-dressed a person was, the more reliable they were. The black hole in his heart grew larger. The outside world had always been framing him according to the values given to him by society and kidnapping him according to the morals of the public. The most primitive desires in one's nature are suppressed and suppressed, but you can't suppress it. It is a part of you, it will not disappear. It hides in the deepest part of your heart, and you will not even realize its existence. You even believe that you are so pure and kind. The harder you suppress it, the greater its elasticity. Like a spring, one day it will be angry. It will burst out and backfire you in the form of instinctive desire. Like a flood, it rolls. Roaring, it may destroy others. It might destroy itself. The old man who wrote the chronicles wanted to release his desires with a little bit of power in his hands. Perhaps he didn't even realize that this evil seed was taking root and germinating. He didn't even know how terrifying this would be. In his solemn and solemn work, He must be very lonely. He needed a woman. He needs a young woman to touch her young body. Rubbing her smooth skin to satisfy his most primitive desires. Was he wrong? He was right. He only wanted to treat her instinctive desire sincerely. He wanted to satisfy it without any scruples. Was he guilty? He was guilty. He used the power given to him by his position to vent his desires. He did not ask others if they were willing. His happiness made others feel disgusted.