My death is an inverted puzzle:
The eighth time, I died of "scorching heat" because I handed over an unfinished plan for a colleague who resigned.
The sixth time, I died from a hidden arrow because I was optimized in the workplace.
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In the first game, he died from a car crash, just because of the scapegoat who had just entered the workplace.
Now for the ninth time, I am standing in the middle of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, holding on to the French antique tray that had deflected the cold arrow.
The young general rode his horse and rushed through the blood mist. The blood-stained arrow tip hung three inches in front of my throat. His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse and filled with tears:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time... You're finally back."
I raised the blood-stained tray in my hand, reflecting his trembling pupils and the gray ceiling of the workplace behind me.
This time, I finally understood the answer to the mystery——
Concept: The workplace is like a battlefield, and the battlefield is also a workplace.