I didn't have time to react before someone rushed into the printing room.

Then came the panicked screams: "Quick! Call for help! Get an ambulance!"

I instinctively followed the crowd towards the printing room.

In that split second when I turned around, I saw Xiao Zhao huddled in a chair, burying his head.

Curled up like a pitiful little quail.

By the time I reached the printing room, a crowd had already gathered, in a state of panic.

I vaguely remembered the deceased, but couldn't recall his name.

At first glance, everyone confirmed there was no need for resuscitation.

He was lying on a standing printer, his right hand clenched into a fist, pressed against his throat, a ballpoint pen inserted into his throat.

There was even a small piece protruding from the back of his neck!

The way he died was like a scene from a Detective Dee TV drama, with a brush stuck in the throat, almost identical.

A large amount of fresh blood covered the printer, flowing onto the floor.

His shirt collar hooked onto the corner of the printer cover, preventing him from slipping off after death.

And under his feet, there was a puddle of water stains.

I could almost imagine the scene at that moment—

He was standing next to the printer waiting for documents, holding a pen in his hand, idly tapping on the printer cover, perhaps tired of standing, wanting to change position, but accidentally slipping on the water under his feet.

So, his feet slid back, and he leaned forward!

The pen in his hand pierced his throat!

It made sense.

But it was too coincidental.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "No signal! Can't reach 110 or 120!"

"Then go outside to make the call! Someone died in the company, what's going on here!"

"Everyone return to their workstations! Don't panic, I'll handle this! Even if someone dies, even if the sky falls, the 12 o'clock project must still go live!"

The speaker was Yan Hai, we all called him Big Head Yan.

He held the position of assistant to the general manager in the company, but in reality, it was a non-substantive position, just responsible for some miscellaneous matters.

Ratting on others, taking advantage of others, daring to do anything... all these terms could be applied to him.

In short, he was a despicable person.

But what can you do, he's a relative of the big boss.

This time, the despicable guy finally showed his true colors!

I quietly left the printing room, outside was already in chaos.

"Damn, this is so unlucky, someone died in the company late at night, and they won't let us leave?"

"Do you think it's related to the rules sent in the group? Not allowed to leave the workstation, other areas have fatal dangers?"

"Don't talk nonsense, how could that be true?"

"Let's wait and see, dying from overtime work, let's see how the company handles it!"

"Our tech department is awesome, they instantly blocked all signals in the entire company!"

When I heard this, I quickly retreated.

I'm also from the tech department!