The debt repayment life of the full-level metaphysics

Chapter 1183

Just as Bai Changfeng, Xun Tianhai and others were looking for clues, Jiang Li, Fu Shiyan and Xia Xin had already returned to the 17th floor.

When they came back, they saw that the company was full of people.

Everyone was working as normal, as if they had no idea what was going on outside.

When Jiang Li and Fu Shiyan came in, they didn't react at all, and they didn't see the three of them alike.

Xia Xin was a little bit guilty, followed Jiang Li, and asked in a low voice: "Old ancestor, do you think these people are really paper dolls?"

Jiang Li didn't answer, but walked directly to a table.

There sat a woman with a numb face, absorbed in her work, about 40 years old.

Jiang Li stood by her table, but she didn't respond.

Seeing this, Jiang Li bent up his right index finger and middle finger, and tapped lightly on the table a few times.

When the woman heard the movement, she raised her head slowly and stiffly, looked at Jiangli, her eyes flickered for a while, but more often, it was like a pool of stagnant water.

Xia Xin still doesn't understand what Jiangli is going to do.

Jiang Li asked directly, "There was an accident in the elevator outside, and someone died."

The woman's stagnant eyes suddenly magnified a little, and then she quickly lowered her head, typing on the keyboard frantically, as if she was very afraid of mentioning this matter.

Xia Xin was a little confused.

Is this man a paper man?

If it was a paper figurine, why would there be such a lively reaction?

Could it be that these paper figurines have the same structure as Fu Er's, with souls inside?
Xia Xin is full of questions and needs to be answered urgently.

Jiang Li also didn't miss any of the woman's reaction, she glanced at the badge on the woman's desk.

This woman's name is Zhao Wenhua.

Jiang Li spoke again, "Zhao Wenhua, did you hear what I said?"

Zhao Wenhua flinched, raised his head timidly, looked at Jiang Li, his face turned slightly pale.

Jiang Li frowned almost invisibly, and his tone sank slightly, with a sense of oppression, "The elevator accident caused death, five people died, aren't you afraid?"

Zhao Wenhua's hands on the keyboard were slowly lifted up and clenched again. The corners of his lips were tightly drawn into a line, and there was a burst of powerless bluish white around his lips.

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just as he was about to continue talking, Zhao Wenhua suddenly opened his mouth and murmured, "Yes, there are five people again, why are there five people again..."

Fu Shiyan frowned.

Xia Xin walked over quickly.

Jiangli grasped the key points in Zhao Wenhua's words, and asked, "What is another? Did the elevator have an accident before?"

Zhao Wenhua shook his head frantically when he heard this, "I, I don't know, I don't know anything, don't interfere with my work..."

As she spoke, she placed her hands on the keyboard again, as if she wanted to continue working.

Jiang Li pressed her hand.

Zhao Wenhua looked at her in panic.

Jiang Li smiled slightly, "If you don't make it clear to me, I'll just stand here, you and I don't work today, if there is a conflict between us, the leader should punish us both at the same time. It’s not good if it affects your work.”

Zhao Wenhua's eyes were red when he heard this, a little angry and aggrieved, "Why do you keep pestering me, there are so many people here, go ask someone else..."

Jiang Li didn't change his smile, and asked directly: "Because you are a bully."

Zhao Wenhua: "..."

Xia Xin: "..."

The old ancestor said this too directly.

Jiang Li stared at Zhao Wenhua. Although the words were not pleasant, she was not joking.

She seemed to be asleep just now, but her sleep has been restless.

(End of this chapter)