Chapter 12 The formulaic death begins now!
Chapter 12 The formulaic death begins now!
"Sorry, sorry."
He covered his shoulders, picked up the papers scattered on the ground, and kept saying sorry.
The young girl who bumped into Ning Feng was obviously in pain.
"I'll help you."
Ning Feng's voice was very light. He bent down and quickly gathered the scattered papers around his ears.
"Thank you, thank you. I'm so sorry."
The young girl nodded and thanked him repeatedly, but she was quite confused.
I only bumped into the other person's shoulder lightly, but why did I feel like I had bumped into a steel wall?
If I use more force, my bones will break.
Without staying too long, Ning Feng turned around and went to the front desk of the lobby on the first floor.
The steps are steady and under control.
Once upon a time, before the incident, he was just a low-level employee of the Roche Group. It was extremely difficult to meet someone of Wu Lan's level.
But now, he not only wants to see, but also wants to kill!
"I have an appointment with your Secretary-General Wu."
Facing Ning Feng's arrival, the front desk responded quickly, made a phone call to confirm, and said with a smile:
"Mr. Feng, right? Secretary-General Wu is waiting for you in the conference room on the top floor."
"Please come this way."
As she spoke, the receptionist walked ahead and led Ning Feng to the VIP elevator that led directly to the top floor.
However, when the elevator door opened, Ning Feng did not enter immediately.
Instead, he stood at the door and waited quietly.
"You...you're not going up?" The receptionist who wanted to leave immediately looked at Ning Feng who was standing still, with a puzzled look on her face.
Ning Feng did not respond, raised his right hand and looked at the time on his watch.
ten seconds,
twenty seconds,
One minute……
When the time came to 5:57:57 pm.
Ning Feng pressed the elevator door button again, the door opened, and he stepped in.
Under the extremely puzzled gaze of the front desk clerk, his figure was obscured by the closing elevator door.
……
"What is this guy doing?"
In the top floor conference room of the Roche Group headquarters building, Wu Lan, the secretary general, was sitting by the window.
Staring at the computer screen in front of you.
When he saw Ning Feng, who should have walked directly into the elevator, standing at the elevator entrance and waiting for about a minute, his brows immediately frowned.
"Why wait?"
Wu Lan was puzzled.
She swore that she had never seen the face of this person named 'Feng'.
The two sides had no previous contact.
"I want to see what tricks you can play at the headquarters of the Roche Group!"
Wu Lan raised her head and looked around the conference room. There were cameras installed in every corner, and there were no blind spots.
She called her assistant and said, "Tell the people below to investigate all the employees who had direct contact with this Feng today."
"Oh, and if he makes any rash moves later, have the security team take him down directly."
After hanging up the phone, Wu Lan continued to look at the surveillance camera, which turned to the VIP elevator.
Ning Feng was wearing a suit, dressed like a middle-aged man, and he stood there quietly, motionless.
Wu Lan, on the other hand, began to analyze all of the other party's actions since entering the Roche Group.
"Who on earth is this guy..."
"If it was just a coincidence that I happened to use the previous person's access card to enter the lobby."
"Then why are you standing at the elevator door, looking at your watch, waiting for the time? On a whim?"
Wu Lan has worked his way up from the bottom to become the Secretary General, and he has always been a scheming person.
She had never met anyone whom she couldn't see through at all.
This man with the surname 'Feng' gave her a strong and strange feeling.
Not even a real person,
More like... "More like a programmed machine, every step, every word, every action, follows a fixed program..."
Just as Wu Lan was thinking, the surveillance screen on the computer in front of him showed
Ning Feng, who had been motionless, moved!
A man in a suit suddenly turned his head back, raised it slightly, and looked at the only surveillance camera in the elevator.
It seems that the eyes can transcend time and look into the person behind the surveillance camera!
just like……
"He knows I'm watching?!"
At this moment, Wu Lan panicked.
Ning Feng's actions made her feel an unprecedented panic.
It is a situation where no matter how much preparation you make in advance or how many backup plans you have, you cannot escape the powerlessness and despair of the other party's calculations!
For a moment, Wu Lan recalled the video of Luo Chen's car accident a few days ago.
A fallen pencil, a choking pedestrian, a double-decker bus, falling glass...
Didn’t that accident seem like the product of careful calculation?
But she did not connect the man named 'Feng' in the elevator with the person who killed Luo Chen.
Just because the look in the eyes is different.
At this moment, there was only calmness in Ning Feng's eyes, without any scarlet murderous intent.
If it weren't for his various behaviors, he would look more like a middle-aged office worker.
Silent, taciturn, and numb.
Afternoon, 5:59:01.
Ding,
The VIP elevator door leading directly to the top floor opened and Ning Feng walked out slowly.
"Mr. Feng, this way."
Wu Lan's assistant had been waiting for a long time. He bent down, stretched out his hand, and led Ning Feng to the meeting room.
Along the way, Ning Feng couldn't help but glance at the corners around him.
With five fingers tapping on the back, everything around, even the blind spots, was within perception.
"Three at the left rear, two in front, two at the escape passage, and one at the entrance to the conference room."
"As expected of Wu Lan, she is very afraid of death."
Ning Feng sneered in his heart. The arrangement that the other party thought was foolproof had already been exposed!
But unfortunately, even if all the supernatural people in the Luo Group were gathered here today, it would be useless.
Just because he won't be there when Wu Lan dies.
"Wait a moment."
The tall security guard at the door of the meeting room stopped Ning Feng and without saying anything, stepped forward to search him.
"Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy door of the conference room was pushed open with a creak.
Ning Feng walked straight to the French window on the inside.
"Ms. Wu, nice to meet you."
"Tell me, who killed Luo Chen?" Wu Lan stood up from his chair, but kept a distance of about two steps from Ning Feng the whole time. His whole body was tense and he was very alert.
"How do you know his next target?"
"Before that, I want to tell you something more interesting." Ning Feng ignored the other party's question.
He lowered his head, raised his right hand, and looked at the watch on his wrist.
The time came, 6:01:22 pm.
"Have you ever heard of the accidental formula?"
Ning Feng's eyes were calm and there was a smile on his face, like a kind elder telling a bedtime story.
"A death formula that takes into account all people and objects in the world!"
"According to statistics, accidental deaths account for less than one-tenth of the deaths each year."
"In everyone's cognition, accidents represent randomness and represent an extremely low probability of occurrence."
“And the formula of accident can connect any time, place, and person together in a chain reaction or butterfly effect.”
"Let chance become inevitability! Let low probability become 100%!"
"In simple terms, it can make anyone die in an unexpected way."
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