Chapter 184 Chapter 179 The Kindness of Saving Life
The dim yellow tea spilled onto the ground, soaking the department head’s sneakers.
The expression of the department head, A Ning, froze.
Now, even if he slammed the table, pointing accusatorily at Ji Ma, his colleagues wouldn’t be surprised.
Several colleagues nearby whispered, faintly hearing phrases like “…hospital…” “…psychiatry…” in Chinese.
A female colleague tugged at a passing friend, urging her to join in and watch the commotion.
Originally, A Ning wanted to handle things politely, ensuring the “Wan Ziqi” in front of him was sent to the hospital in the ambulance.
He had heard a bit about her story; he knew she had a girlfriend and had sold his house, even unable to afford medical expenses at home.
But.
Ji Ma, wearing Wan Ziqi’s face, remained calm and collected.
She didn’t look like someone who was lying.
A Ning had some impression of Wan Ziqi: a workaholic, good at technology, and very introverted. Would someone like that really tell such an outrageous lie?
That thought grew in his mind like rampant weeds.
He asked, “How can you prove it’s poisoned?”
Ji Ma said, “The tea is poisonous. If you don’t believe me, you can dip your finger into the metal bottle and then lick it.”
Her tone sounded strange, but A Ning didn’t think much of it; out of curiosity, he dipped his index finger into the thermos, wetting the tip, then licked it, smacking his lips.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
A smile appeared on his face: “It’s nothing.”
However, A Ning then frowned and couldn’t help but clutch his heart: “Why is my heart racing so fast?”
It wasn’t Ji Ma’s doing.
She guided him, asking:
“Have you felt anything unusual when you move your legs?”
A Ning began to shake his legs, feeling increasingly uneasy, the frequency of his shaking increasing rapidly. He exclaimed, “What’s wrong? I can’t control my legs.”
Panicking, A Ning pressed his palms against his legs to calm them down.
Ji Ma continued to guide him: “So you think…”
“Someone poisoned me?!”
A Ning couldn’t believe it; although he rounded up to be a high-ranking official in a big company, was it really worth it to kill him?
“I don’t know.” Ji Ma left him room for imagination, reaffirming that his hometown people’s resistance to magic could be said to be negative.
She had merely fabricated a lie, doing nothing else. A Ning, influenced by the deception, was experiencing a racing heart and uncontrollable leg movements.
Even though it was after 10 PM, such a surprising event still made many colleagues put down their work and gossip, or pull out their phones to discuss.
A Ning also took out his phone and dialed 120.
“Wait.” Ji Ma said, “You seem fine now; can you acknowledge my kindness in saving your life first?”
“I need to go to the hospital for an examination.” A Ning said, “If everything is fine, I’ll call HR immediately.”
“But I want to resign, right now.” Ji Ma insisted, “I urgently need the money.”
She was fed up with cheap rental housing.
A Ning felt Ji Ma had a point and canceled the morning meeting, taking her to handle the resignation procedures.
Wan Ziqi’s supervisor was shocked, believing that resigning just like that was against procedure; Wan Ziqi had to stay for at least a month to properly hand over her work – there was no reason to leave abruptly.
At the very least, she needed to complete the comments on the code.
But now, Ji Ma couldn’t even write a simple Hello World, let alone comment on a bunch of code she’d never understand? Even in her past life, she couldn’t comprehend her own code from last week.
Moreover, Ji Ma secretly vowed that no matter what, once she returned to Earth, she would never labor for money or churn like a beast for food.
But one must admit, it was a big company.
Even if Ji Ma tricked a department head, she couldn’t resign instantly and receive her money.
Half an hour later.
Ji Ma sighed: “The world has changed; is it really that hard for me to get back my hard-earned money?”
A Ning, with his white hair, remarked: “If you hadn’t insisted on taking company property, you would’ve left long ago.”
Ji Ma held a laptop she deemed ugly with an Apple logo. This laptop was given on her first day at the company, and it contained monitoring software.
“I’ve worked here for so many years; what’s wrong with taking a laptop?” Ji Ma said shamelessly, “Moreover, I foiled a sinister poisoning scheme. I mean, HR, if others find out the company failed to protect its employees and someone died from being poisoned by competitors, would anyone still come here?”
The HR looked at Ji Ma with a puzzled expression.
Is this person mental? Running a company is not like running a gang? Poisoning? What “protecting employees”? Are business wars that hardcore now? Directly poisoning top executives?
But Ji Ma’s expression was calm and unwavering.
HR wavered, thinking at least Ji Ma was right about one thing; if A Ning truly died, it would reflect poorly on the company.
Ji Ma used another lie, successfully obtaining her resignation and receiving her half-month salary of 15,000 yuan.
A Ning sighed in relief: “Finally, I need to take a leave to go to the hospital.”
But Ji Ma stopped him: “Wait, you haven’t repaid your kindness yet.”
Five minutes later.
Under the astonished gazes of several colleagues, Ji Ma cradled her laptop, with the department head A Ning behind her carrying an LCD screen, alongside a young man holding two LCD screens, following Ji Ma closely.
There was also a bag filled with Wan Ziqi’s personal items from before.
Reaching the gate of the park, they hailed a taxi, heading straight to Ji Ma’s rental. A Ning paid for it and even helped her carry her belongings into the rental.
Inside the room, a snake-skin bag wedged between the bed and the windowsill exuded a chill and a faint odor.
However, A Ning and the young man did not notice the bag or its smell, or rather, they could neither see nor smell it.
Once everything was done, as they left, A Ning washed the dishes carefully to repay Ji Ma for saving his life before he headed straight to the hospital.
Everything felt so natural, as inevitable as the sun rising in the east.
Ji Ma held her bank card, watching the two get into the taxi.
According to Ji Ma’s thought, the poisoning incident should at least raise some attention from the police.
Adding in her dream exploration last night, if the relevant departments were alerted, someone would undoubtedly come to investigate in the next few days.
She had planted the dream seeds in that bunch of colleagues’ bodies. She planned to visit them in their dreams one by one at night, “interrogating” them for their memories.
“Staying low-key and being magical” doesn’t mean being a shrinking turtle; she really wanted to know where her power boundaries lay.
Feeling constrained all day long was quite uncomfortable.
While lost in thought, Ji Ma walked into a self-service bank with a UnionPay sign.
On the wall, there was a row of strange, bulky machines called ATMs, which could dispense cash; Ji Ma knew about this because she had just asked someone.
What caught her attention was that the people around were unarmed, and there were no guards nearby. Logically, a place where money can be withdrawn directly would often experience robberies and murders.
This is a peaceful era.
Ji Ma thought as she inserted her bank card and needed to input her wretched password, which was only six digits.
Ji Ma was confident; she recalled that her bank card password was quite simple and always the same.
Fifteen thousand, she thought of finding a big house and buying a few cheap clothes to tide her over…
As she planned her spending, her fingers pressed down on the metal keyboard one digit after another.
Password incorrect.
She tried a second time.
The password was still incorrect.
The dream shattered, the new clothes vanished, and Ji Ma felt her clothes were again smelly and sticky.
She didn’t attempt a third time, pulling out her bank card, feeling something was off.
Why couldn’t she recall the correct password for the laptop and bank card?
Clearly, she had a vivid memory of the password before; she had always used it?
Did she change it later?
But why couldn’t she remember the new password?
What was the new password?
While pondering, Ji Ma began experiencing a dull pain in her chest, her brow furrowed tightly.
Soul injuries are really annoying; it must have something to do with her ex-girlfriend.
