This is quite an ordinary office.
Without any special markings, it is arranged just like all the government offices he has seen before.
A desk, a sofa, a bookshelf, and a leather swivel chair.
And also a laptop that might not even be able to turn on anymore.
"You once worked here for quite a long time."
Fu Xi's voice resounded again, sending a shock through Chen Jian's heart.
I worked here for a long time?
Is that possible?
The "I" it mentioned, is that really me?
Before he could open his mouth to ask, Fu Xi continued speaking:
"Of course, maybe this way of putting it is not appropriate."
"We all don't know whether the person working here was actually you, right?"
"Maybe your life characteristics just happened to overlap with that person here, or you just happened to acquire related information about him…"
"Though it's highly unlikely, my calculations still show a trillion-to-one possibility."
"So, I have to presumptuously ask you one question first."
