Why did you Leave Me

Wang Ye's expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly took a step forward, looking at the little girl from the logistics department, and scolded: "Don't cry!"

The little girl was stunned for a moment. With an aggrieved look, she gazed at Wang Ye as tears kept swirling in her eyes.

"If you don't want to die, hold back your tears in the end."

Wang Ye's voice remained as calm as ever, as if the corpse that had just died on the ground did not exist.

"Having such poor psychological quality, how did you get into the logistics department?"

Seeing the little girl with a desperate face, forcibly holding back her tears, Wang Ye's eyebrows were deeply furrowed.

"I...I..."

The little girl gradually calmed down from the fear, but couldn't get any words out.

"Hey, this kid is pretty good!"

Tian Qi looked at Wang Ye thoughtfully and said, still full of sarcasm.

Zhou Han smiled sweetly at Tian Qi: "Are you looking to die?"

Zhou Han's eyes narrowed into a crescent moon, extremely cute.

"I feel this paranormal incident is not that simple." The burly man's expression became increasingly serious as he solemnly looked around the environment and said.

"Humph, if they didn't drag me down, I could easily resolve this."

Tian Qi snorted coldly, glanced at Wang Ye and the other little girl from the logistics department, and said unpleasantly, "I really don't know what the higher-ups were thinking, bringing some operators here. Other than being a burden, I really don't know what other use they have."

For some reason, Tian Qi was particularly upset about the logistics department, including the one who had just died, his operator.

Wang Ye remained silent, but he was also somewhat puzzled inwardly.

According to reason, operators belonged to secretaries for espers, usually only needing to be responsible for looking up information and reporting situations.

It was rare for operators to be sent to the front lines like this.

Could it be...he offended the leaders?

But he had just distinguished himself a few days ago, proving his own value.

"Forget it, let's keep moving deeper to find the source of that ghost as soon as possible and get rid of it."

Tian Qi was still grumbling unpleasantly, taking the lead walking forward.

Wang Ye looked coldly at Tian Qi's back. His eyes were calm like ancient wells.

This kind of impatient guy would die sooner than anyone else.

Not long after everyone left, the corpse of the previously deceased logistics member eerily opened its eyes, revealing an expression that seemed to be crying and laughing. Finally, it stood up in a strange posture.

Following that, it looked in the direction everyone had left, and gradually followed after them.

...

"Our work in the logistics department has always been processing information in the rear. Why this time..."

Zhang Ziliang stood with his hands behind his back in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, looking in the direction of Candy Amusement Park, somewhat lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The long-haired youth had a puzzled look on his face as he looked at Zhang Ziliang's back and asked.

After a long time, Zhang Ziliang finally heaved a sigh and said slowly: "Yang Chen, how long have you been in the logistics department..."

Yang Chen shook his somewhat fluttering long hair: "One year."

"Yes, one year..."

"In this year, you should have seen the situation the logistics department is in."

"We have the highest safety rate, with no right to talk about benefits or bonuses."

"But why do those damned espers blame us when they make mistakes themselves?"

"Is it because we sit in so-called offices?"

Zhang Ziliang's voice was somewhat hoarse, but his tone was still low, even somewhat desolate.

Yang Chen sighed.

He was an esper sent down to be specifically responsible for the logistics department head's security issues.

At first he was very unhappy, thinking that he, a dignified esper, why did he have to be a bodyguard for ordinary people.

But following Zhang Ziliang, watching his every word and deed, every decision, he was gradually convinced.

It turned out that ordinary people could also be so excellent, and could also make huge contributions.

He gradually integrated himself into the logistics department.

But...

Every time a mission failed, the logistics department was always blamed.

And when missions succeeded, it was the espers' credit.

Were the people in their logistics department really just sitting in offices every day, drinking coffee and reading newspapers?

Every piece of intelligence was obtained by the logistics department's people risking their lives.

So Yang Chen fell silent...

"The director has enacted a new policy."

"In a month, Team A will be established."

"There are a total of three team quotas, with 5 people per team."

"I want to compete for one quota to come over."

"That way, our logistics department will have its own esper team."

"But our achievements are not enough, after all, the logistics group is mostly ordinary people."

Zhang Ziliang sighed and said slowly.

Yang Chen's eyes lit up, somewhat excited: "So!!"

"So, achievements need to be filled with lives."

"I want those guys to know that the people in the logistics department are not useless."

Zhang Ziliang's emotions seemed to have calmed down again, and his voice returned to being flat.

"But this will kill a lot of people."

Yang Chen seemed to have thought of something. His complexion turned somewhat pale as he murmured.

"Every reform needs to be washed with blood."

"Today's incident is just the beginning. In the next month, all logistics department personnel will carry out missions."

"Only the people who survive are true talents, not parasites eating food."

"After all, there are too many people who got in through connections..."

There was a hint of ruthless killing intent in Zhang Ziliang's voice.

And Yang Chen fell silent, without rebutting.

...

"Damn it, this ghost domain seems a bit different from the previous ones."

Tian Qi cursed unpleasantly. The constant crying around his ears made him very irritable.

Wang Ye followed silently beside the little girl.

At this time, Zhou Han's brows were slightly furrowed, with an irritable expression. Her entire being was full of spice, pairing well with her red windbreaker.

"Something's coming over!"

The usually silent burly man's expression changed as he looked in one direction and suddenly said.

Wang Ye silently shifted his body cleverly to stand behind everyone again.

This guy has such keen intuition!

He had just noticed it himself, yet this burly man could react at the same time as him.

Wang Ye thought to himself.

Everyone stared deeply into the green mist for tens of seconds.

A figure gradually appeared in everyone's line of sight.

Subsequently, the little girl from the logistics department's pupils shrank slightly, her face full of disbelief!

"It's him!"

This was the colleague who had just died, but how did he come back to life!

Everything happening before her eyes gave her an enormous impact!!!

An immense sense of fear instantly permeated her entire body, making her body turn cold.

"Why did you abandon me..."

The figure's voice was hoarse and low, speaking sorrowfully, and finally unable to hold back sobbing.

"Why..."

"Abandoned me..."

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