Chapter 191: [Gold Medal Salesperson] Special Training Location
“Li Yun” acted as though she saw nothing, locking the door with practiced speed before turning and walking away.
Then she discovered that her electric scooter had been stolen.
She had left it there to charge last night, only to find the spot completely empty today.
After a moment’s thought, “Li Yun” reported it to the police.
It worked out conveniently, as the police side wanted to have another chat with her regarding last night’s incident anyway.
“After we brought the man back last night, we conducted an examination on him and found that he hadn’t ingested any hallucinogenic substances, nor did he have a prior history of mental illness…”
The officer spoke while sizing her up, though to be completely honest, they naturally wouldn’t place any belief in tales of ghosts and spirits.
“However, you mentioned yesterday that you were living together with your mother, correct?”
“Li Yun” offered a nod.
“But didn’t your mother pass away seven days ago? We checked our records and found your registration information for cremation at the funeral home, as well as the cemetery records. The plot alone cost a hundred and twenty thousand yuan, right?”
Huh?
A giant question mark slowly surfaced in “Li Yun’s” mind.
Then, illumination dawned upon her—so it wasn’t her mother’s severe illness that cost her over a hundred thousand, but her mother’s death that cost over a hundred thousand.
How peculiar, though. Whether dead or alive, since such a massive sum had been spent regardless, her need to work remained entirely valid and logical.
Why go to the trouble of altering it so her mother remained alive?
Maintaining a composed expression, she said, “My mother isn’t dead, and I never went to a funeral home. My mother fell ill, so I borrowed money to pay for her surgery. Now I owe a huge debt and need to repay it, so I have to go to work. However, my electric scooter was stolen, and I came here wanting you to resolve the issue with my scooter.”
The officers exchanged glances with one another.
They had already felt this “Li Yun” was somewhat abnormal last night, and now they confirmed that she was likely suffering from trauma following her mother’s death, unable to accept reality.
Still, this wasn’t anything particularly major.
It was just that they couldn’t fathom what method she had used to scare that man out of his wits, but since the perpetrator had already confessed to the crime, there was no need to dwell on such details.
The officer shook his head.
“We will investigate the matter regarding the electric scooter for you, and we’ll notify you once there’s news. Why don’t you try taking another form of transportation to work today?”
“Li Yun” pursed her lips, feeling her bag, and spoke with embarrassed financial distress: “I don’t have money—I don’t even have money to ride the bus. Every day, I still need to spend money to buy groceries and cook meals for my mother.”
The officer opened his mouth, yet refrained from uttering the words your mother is already dead in the end.
For someone immersed in deep grief, shattering the reality would not help them accept the truth; it might even trigger severe psychological distress instead.
“Then…”
“It doesn’t matter, though. I just hope you will definitely find my electric scooter—it really is immensely important to me!”
The officer immediately gave a heavy nod, even though the likelihood of actually finding it was exceedingly slim.
“We will do our absolute best!”
“Li Yun” departed.
She truly had no money, relying entirely on credit cards for her current expenses.
Yet assuming this world wasn’t real, whether she paid back the money or not… was easy enough to handle, and the pressure wasn’t nearly as overwhelming.
At worst, she could simply abandon her human identity and stop acting human—who could possibly demand debt repayments from her then?
She hailed a taxi.
By the time she arrived at the company, over twenty minutes remained before nine o’clock.
Several other recruits had arrived as well, yet everyone maintained a tacit understanding to avoid heading upstairs just yet.
“Li Yun! Over here!”
“Li Yun” was called over to a small, secluded corner where six or seven recruits had already gathered.
“What did you mean by those messages yesterday? When we asked you follow-up questions later, you didn’t reply at all.”
“I’m really sorry. Something came up at home and kept me super busy—I didn’t sleep all night and didn’t check my phone either.”
“Li Yun” offered a deeply apologetic confession.
With her being so sincere, the others felt embarrassed to press her further, and they hadn’t intended to interrogate her in the first place anyway.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Actually, after we went back and thought over what you said yesterday, we felt it made a lot of sense… You have no idea: when I took off my clothes after returning home last night, I discovered a tattoo on my waist!”
The speaker was Wang Chen-guang. If he hadn’t felt that lifting his shirt in front of the female colleagues was impolite, he genuinely would have shown it to them on the spot.
“Yet in my memory, I have zero clue when I ever got that tattoo! It covers a massive area too—it’s impossible for someone to have tattooed me while I was sleeping, right? I would have felt the pain! I have absolute zero memory of it!”
“Yes, yes! I have a few strange details on my body too! For instance, I found a scar on my leg, but I can’t recall at all when I ever got that scar!”
Everyone chimed in, discussing back and forth, confirming that their memories indeed suffered from anomalies.
Yet no one brought up any strange occurrences at home.
“Li Yun” looked at them—so was the issue regarding home confined solely to her own situation?
“Li Yun, you were the first to notice the issue. Who do you think tampered with our memories, and why did they tamper with them in the first place?”
This was the most bizarre aspect: who held such incredible power to alter their memories?
“I’m not sure, but it definitely has something to do with the boss, right? Otherwise, why would we feel compelled to stay at this company?”
Everyone nodded in agreement—that much was undeniably true.
“Once we regain our memories, we’ll know what the truth is. Today, we can consider…”
“Li Yun” lowered her voice.
“How about we capture the boss?”
Everyone: “…”
They stared at “Li Yun” with looks of startling uncertainty.
“Are you serious?”
“Li Yun” offered a firm nod.
“I’m serious. Think about it: if even our memories can be altered, could our lives have been rewritten as well? We have zero clue what kind of hands he played on our bodies. If we don’t grab him and question him thoroughly, how are we supposed to investigate?”
These words weren’t entirely sufficient to persuade everyone, though they held a fair amount of logic.
Still, everyone gave serious thought to the proposal.
Although taking someone hostage privately felt rather extreme, even if they went to the police with claims like this, surely no one would believe them, right?
Ultimately, everyone reached a consensus.
Then, they hurried upstairs and entered the company just before nine o’clock.
Li Dao-peng was already inside the office.
“You guys sure love arriving right on the dot together. Started forming a tight-knit clique the moment you joined the company, huh?”
Li Dao-peng looked at them with a half-smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
Having discussed the matter earlier and confirmed that their identities were compromised, however, several of them no longer felt much reaction toward his mocking remarks.
They remained completely silent.
“Fine. It seems yesterday’s performance didn’t knock you down—that’s good. Maintaining a mindset like this is a good thing.”
After dropping those sarcastic remarks, he gestured for them to follow him downstairs.
The group exchanged glances.
So the special training wasn’t located inside the company office?
Li Dao-peng led them across the food street and into another building.
They descended to Basement Level 3.
When the elevator doors opened, a long corridor greeted their eyes.
The lights along the corridor were remarkably bright, accompanied by white walls, white tiles, and white doors, giving the hallway an exceptionally sterile, cold feel.
“Pick a room and step inside. I’ll come pick you up in an hour.”
The group cast guarded looks at the rooms lining both sides of the corridor—neither more nor less, precisely ten rooms.
Pushing open any given door revealed an interior resembling an interrogation room, featuring merely a single desk and a single chair.
This setup induced a feeling of intense discomfort.
“Wait, how is this supposed to be special training?” Meng Bian asked.
“Rest assured, I couldn’t possibly kill you—if I did, my company wouldn’t be able to stay open.”
Li Dao-peng spoke with deep impatience, adding: “If you don’t want to do it, you can leave right now. I won’t stop you, but once you leave, don’t ever return to my company.”
