Chapter 315: 311 Unable to Sleep

When a person has been busy with work all day, they do not necessarily feel sleepy by nightfall; instead, they might find themselves in a situation where they want to sleep but cannot, followed by revenge-procrastination play, unable to fall asleep at all. In a general sense, this is a type of insomnia!

Huang Zhengdao had insomnia. Having always had good sleep quality, he had slowly begun to be unable to rest well recently.

As soon as he closed his eyes, all sorts of annoying things from the day would come rushing in like a tide. All the feelings of depression, resentment, and disgust would erupt at once, making it completely impossible to enter a state of sleep.

"Damn it, it's already one-thirty!" Huang Zhengdao tried to avoid thinking, but his heart was already in chaos, and he could not shake off the terrible mood no matter what. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed for a while; sleepiness had not yet arrived, but the urge to urinate urged him to get up and go to the bathroom. Opening his eyes and seeing the time on the alarm clock on the table, he couldn't help but curse out loud, then got up to go to the bathroom while grumbling.

After using the bathroom and drinking some water, Huang Zhengdao returned to the bed, looking at the ceiling in the dark, feeling like crying but having no tears.

He just kept staring at the ceiling like that until the sky was almost bright, and only then did he finally feel sleepy. He closed his eyes in a daze, yet this comforting, peaceful sleep did not last long before it was immediately interrupted by the sound of the alarm clock.

Huang Zhengdao opened his eyes, which were rimmed with dark circles, his face deathly pale.

Wearing such a face to work at the office, his colleagues were also startled to see this ghostly appearance of Huang Zhengdao; some couldn't bear to look, yet couldn't help but laugh.

"What the hell are you laughing at? My work isn't finished, so don't think you can run off either," Huang Zhengdao said with a displeased face, speaking viciously.

"Oh my, Manager Huang, don't take your insomnia out on us," a colleague at the next desk said with a smile. "I'll treat you to afternoon tea, and if I finish the work on my hands today, I'll help you share some of yours."

Several other colleagues also smiled and indicated they would help.

Hearing this, Huang Zhengdao's expression softened slightly, until the dim-witted new colleague he had complained about last night appeared before his eyes, full of vigor, and his just-relaxed mood plummeted again.

9:23 PM.

"I can't do it... I can't do it anymore..." Huang Zhengdao had worked overtime for another day to finish his work. He felt like a small fish washed ashore with its moisture squeezed dry, his whole body floating and weak.

He walked on the road, and passersby dared not make eye contact with his bloodshot eyes. With his dejected appearance, he could even get an elderly person to voluntarily give up their seat on the bus.

After returning home, Huang Zhengdao received a message from his leader.

Dog Leader No. 2: Little Huang, the bureau is having a meeting tomorrow, Thursday afternoon. Please do a statistical analysis of the business volume from the beginning of this year to now before ten o'clock tomorrow morning. It would be best to write a report for me. 【Fist salute】

Huang Zhengdao fell silent after reading the message. Looking at his bare apartment, two lines of hot tears flowed down involuntarily.

I f***ing thank you for adding a temporary task for me!

I f***ing thank you for telling me it's only Thursday tomorrow! Damn it!

Huang Zhengdao punched and kicked at the air, but his bare foot kicked the table leg. He howled in pain and rolled around the room.

1:33 AM.

"Really can't do it, really can't do it..." Huang Zhengdao felt like he was about to ascend to immortality. He worked through the night to finish the report at home, then crawled into the bathroom and crawled out again.

He wouldn't even wash his clothes tonight; he planned to pile them in the laundry basket like compost, pile them until the weekend... until the basket was full before taking them to wash.

Huang Zhengdao sprawled on the bed, his eyelids aching and twitching, his consciousness gradually blurring, and he muttered: "Please... let it end tonight. Let me just fall asleep like this..."

"Murder! Murder!..."

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Huang Zhengdao felt he hadn't been asleep for long. When he was woken up by these terrified screams, the sky outside the window was still dark; the night hadn't passed at all. He looked blankly at the clock on the table: 3:04 AM.

Huang Zhengdao felt his heart stop for a beat, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

He heard a commotion coming from outside the apartment he rented, with footsteps thumping. He angrily grabbed a feather duster from the house and slowly walked to the entryway.

Outside, people were still shouting "Murder!" Although Huang Zhengdao was angry, he didn't forget to stay vigilant. He checked the situation outside through the peephole and found that the nearby neighbors were all standing on the corridor balcony in their pajamas to watch the excitement. A man picking his feet next door was even shirtless, his thick belly pressed against the railing of the corridor as he shouted to the people below: "Hold him down! Give that little bastard a few big slaps! When the Enforcer comes, let's see where he dares to run! You animal!"

Within a minute, Huang Zhengdao heard the siren of the Enforcer outside. Only then did he dare to walk out of the room to check the situation.

"What's going on, brother?" The feather duster in Huang Zhengdao's hand was soaked with sweat, but he still gripped it tightly. He saw a shirtless man covered in blood, with a bruised and swollen face, being pushed into the Enforcer's vehicle, and asked his neighbor curiously.

Seeing it was Huang Zhengdao, the neighbor picking his feet lowered his voice and explained the sequence of events to him.

It turned out that a young couple lived on the eighth floor. It seemed the husband, who was away on a business trip, suddenly returned home and accidentally caught his wife having an affair with a wild man. The furious husband wanted to hack this pair of adulterers on the spot, but unexpectedly, the wild man was despicable enough to use the woman as a shield, then found an opportunity to counter-kill the husband. Because the commotion of the hacking was too loud, it alerted other residents on the eighth floor almost immediately after the incident.

Almost at the first moment, those enthusiastic residents notified the Enforcer. Several brave neighbors even banded together to check it out and happened to run into the adulterer fleeing in a panic. Seeing the person running out of the room covered in blood, those brave neighbors vaguely guessed what had happened and immediately rushed up to catch him.

There is strength in numbers, and those neighbors were tough characters, too; the weapons they grabbed were solid—water pipes, baseball bats, watermelon knives, and the like. Although they didn't dare to hack the animal with the knives, they used the backs of the knives and water pipes to beat the animal, immediately subduing the suspect in the hallway. Then they pushed the person down to the spacious small garden downstairs and kept watch until the Enforcer arrived.

Hearing that a bloody incident had really occurred, Huang Zhengdao was dumbfounded. When he saw two stretchers covered with white sheets being carried down from upstairs, passing the hallway of the floor he rented, he felt even more secretly terrified.

After experiencing such a thing, by the time Huang Zhengdao returned to his room, he could no longer sleep. His entire spirit was deeply stimulated by the murder that had occurred in the apartment, leaving him in a state of physiological "excitement."

And so, Huang Zhengdao went to work for another day with a face full of "immortal" energy.