Moribe Takeo was lying on the bed with his wife lying next to him. After being possessed by the fox spirit, his sense of hearing and smell had increased to an inhuman level.
Moribe Takeo could clearly hear the sound of his wife's breathing. She had fallen asleep, but Moribe Takeo tossed and turned, unable to sleep. There were hundreds of thousands of maggots crawling all over his body.
Invisible shackles shackled his body. He stood up from the bed and paced to his wife's bedside. In the darkness, he could clearly see his wife's side profile.
With the addition of spiritual power, his strength could break an adult's wrist, and breaking his wife's smooth neck was not a problem.
If he wanted to, he could kill all the gangsters in the toilet in a few breaths!
"Phew …" Moribe Takeo stood at the edge of the bed and took a few deep breaths.
His hand was trembling slightly. It cut through the darkness and approached his wife's neck.
All he needed was a light pinch!
"Good night."
He used his hand to stroke his wife's hair, turned around, and returned to the other side of the bed to sleep.
The sun rose as usual.
Moribe Takeo, who had not slept all night, did not feel tired. He woke up early and had his usual breakfast. Then, numbly, he took the train to work.
When he arrived at the subway station next to the company, everything was as usual. The man who committed suicide by jumping off the tracks only caused a few minutes of panic in Osaka's subway system. The next day, there were no blood stains on the tracks, and no passersby's discussions could be heard.
Moribe Takeo also swiped his phone to confirm that what happened yesterday was not an illusion. There was no value in digging into this kind of social animal's suicide news.
After a few days, when he was no longer mentioned in the news and his family had forgotten about him, the man would really be dead.
He returned to the company and sat down. A group of half-bald colleagues were discussing the latest technical work. Those who had thick hair were newcomers, those who were half-bald were old, and those who were completely bald were elites.
Takeo touched his hair. He was one of the few who had good technical skills and was not bald, but with the trend of grabbing a handful of hair every time he washed his hair, it was not long before he became bald.
The colleague next to him leaned over. He used a fruit knife to peel an apple, cut it in half, and passed it to Moribe Takeo.
"Fujioka Keito's death was really sudden."
"Who is Keito Fujioka?" Moribe Takeo took the apple and took a bite. The apples at the end of February were really sour.
"It's the one from the Marketing Department … I don't know him. I heard someone mention him. Wasn't he the one who jumped off the rails and committed suicide yesterday? He was on the list of layoffs in the Marketing Department. Tsk, it's not really a layoff. He was just transferred to another county. But he was demoted from the headquarters to Kochi County in the Sidao. His salary was cut by more than half.
"Rumor has it that a month ago, he spent all his savings on a mortgage to buy a house. His daughter, who is in the third year of middle school, is preparing to go to a private school. It seems that something happened to his parents a few days ago. With all these things weighing on him, he's not feeling well."
His colleague nodded with sorrow in his heart. The heavy pressure of the grievous news was something that the middle-aged man could not bear.
The fox grieves when the rabbit dies. If he wasn't careful, the abyss of eternal damnation might befall him one day.
So, they were acquaintances. Moribe Takeo's heart ached when he recalled the scene of surrender yesterday.
"He left behind an orphan and a widow. Who knows what will happen in the future."
After chatting for a while, the two socialites felt that everything was boring. They pulled their chairs closer to the computer desk and narrowed their eyes as they typed.
"What car does Kameda drive?"
While he was writing, Shoube Takeo pretended to be nonchalant and asked.
"Head?
Head is driving a black Subaru, right? "
"Oh."
Subaru.
Not Mitsubishi.
Moribe Takeo did not have the mood to type. He pretended to copy, paste, add, delete, and change the code. After that, he got off work.
This was the life of a programmer. When they were bored, they would add, delete, and change the code. They would pretend to be busy and get through the work.
But when there was a big project, they would have to work overtime.
Moribe Takeo seemed to be "favored" by the higher-ups these two days. Two of his new subordinates had not arrived yet. After work, they were called out by the higher-ups again.
But this time, it was not Tachikawa from the Human Resources Department. It was Kameda, who made Moribe Takeo clench his fist.
"Come, come."
Kameda waved to Moribe Takeo, and Kameda smiled at Moribe Takeo like a good boss.
Moribe Takeo tidied up the documents on his desk and placed them into his briefcase. After that, he lowered his head and followed behind Kameda.
Only the three of them knew what happened between them.
Kameda's house was in the central district. It was separated from the company headquarters by a river. As the Head of Section, he drove to and from work every day.
A large company with more than six hundred employees had its own dedicated parking lot. The two of them deliberately walked very slowly. When they arrived at the parking lot, the huge parking lot was empty.
"Takeo, how's your work recently?"
"Very good."
"Yes."
Kameda smiled and nodded. "I can see how hard you work. If everyone in our department works as hard as you, our department's standards will increase by leaps and bounds."
After praising Feng Yu, Kameda revealed his purpose. "It's like this. Recently, the headquarters has given us a good job. They want to send a group of talented people to the wetlands to be stationed there. Other than getting two salaries every month, they will also get subsidies. With this, we can make a lot of money every year."
If it was the Shouhei Takeo in the past, he would have agreed without hesitation for the sake of his family. He would even kneel down to thank Kameda for his generosity.
So what if it was the wetlands?
As long as he could make money, he could even be stationed in Afrika!
But now, it was different. Moribe Takeo knew why they wanted to transfer him to the wetlands that was thousands of miles away.
"Creak."
Moribe Takeo clenched his briefcase tightly. The documents in the briefcase were squeaking.
Kameda smiled when he saw Moribe Takeo keeping quiet. He turned around and patted his stomach before leaving.
Kameda will eat up this coward.
"Kameda." Moribe Takeo's voice came from behind Kameda.
Kameda frowned. How can a subordinate call his superior by his name?
Is this cowardly trash going to get angry?
But no matter how useless trash was, they were still trash. As long as he scolded the guard, that trash would obediently kneel down and admit their mistakes!
Kameda turned around and was about to scold Moribe Takeo when he suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Moribe Takeo was holding a fruit knife in his hand. Even in the dark underground carpark, he could feel the cold glint of the knife.
Kameda remembered that it was the apple knife on the water dispenser in his office.
"Hey!
What are you going to do … … "
This guy wants to kill me?
Should I invite trouble and perish together with him?
Kameda wanted to run away, but Moribe Takeo was faster than him!
A gust of wind blew, and Moribe Takeo was holding Kameda's neck with one hand. His other hand was holding the knife against Kameda's eyelid. If he used a little more force, he would be able to cut Kameda's brain into pieces.
The knife cut open Kameda's eyelid, and blood flowed out.
"Hey, Takeo, I say … …" Kameda's bald head was sweating profusely.
"F * * k you." Takeo grabbed half of Kameda's face and slammed him on the concrete floor.
"Bam!"
Kameda's oily face collided with the cement floor, and the fats on his face wobbled under the impact of the cement.
His face, which was eroded by alcohol, was filled with blood and pain.
His eyeballs, nose, mouth, and 32 teeth almost fell out because of the pain.
"F * * k you! F * * k you! F * * k you!"
Takeo grabbed Kameda and pinned him against the wall. Kameda's 200 kg body was like a child in his hands.
Moribe Takeo cursed and slammed the fruit knife's handle into Kameda's face again and again.
Takeo's arm became a pile driver, and he repeatedly slammed the knife into Kameda's face.
The round knife's handle left bruises, red spots, and blood on Kameda's face.
Takeo roared in a hoarse voice. The plastic at the edge of the knife's handle peeled off, and then it was filled with Kameda's flesh.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting … stop fighting …" Kameda's voice became softer and softer. He realized that he couldn't fight back against the skinny Shoubu Takeo. The skinny Shoubu Takeo was so skinny that he could knock him down with one slap, but the power that erupted from the skinny Shoubu Takeo's body made him shiver.
"Stop … …"