I don't have much doubt about the test. When a modeler is looking for a job, a test can be said to be a must, and the employer will ask you to complete the questions they give within a limited time to test the candidate's ability and level.

"Okay, no problem. I nodded and replied.

Mr. Zhang looked at my confident appearance, and his face showed that kind of conspiracy success expression, "Okay, now, I want you to imagine such a monster - it has no body, there is only a faint smoke above and below Zhou, you can say that he is a ghost, or a ghost, this monster's attack method is to drill into your brain from your eyes, ears, mouth and nose, suck and tamper with your memory." I ask you to design a piece of equipment that can fight and destroy it, of any type and in any quantity. You have a working computer on your left, and you'll need to make a model, map up, and write a complete set of settings and instructions before it gets dark today. Note that I understand that in normal practice, you may need to remove some invisible faces or put several pieces together in order to save faces. However, in this test, each part of what you make must be individually able to be taken apart – in short, your model itself must be fabricable in real life. “

I was a little confused, but I still confirmed with Mr. Zhang, "You mean you want me to make that kind of industrial-grade model, right?"

Mr. Zhang nodded, "Yes, that's right, you have to remember that this is very important." Speaking of this, Mr. Zhang looked down at his watch, "It's half past eleven in the morning, and you have about seven hours left, good luck." After speaking, Mr. Zhang even came over and shook my hand.

I vaguely feel that something is wrong with the atmosphere, but this is because I just think that Mr. Zhang may be a second-class person, and I don't think deeply. After all, everything that happened later was too unbelievable, as long as my brain was not broken, I would never have imagined the original...

Mr. Zhang closed the door and went out alone, and I was the only one left in the huge conference room, which seemed a little deserted. I moved a seat next to me, and the computer in front of me was always on, and the 32-inch LCD screen was very pleasant to use. There are only a few scattered icons on the desktop, all of which are my usual software, such as 3dmax for models, Substance painter for textures, photoshop, etc.

I noticed that in the bottom right corner of the desktop there was a lonely folder with the name Completed Commit. Click on it and take a look.,There are two folders inside.,The name of one folder is the source file.,It's supposed to be to put the model texture I made here.。 The other folder is the manual, which should be the location of the instruction document that Mr. Zhang said he wanted me to write.

It seems that this is the norm for submitting documents, I nodded, and paid attention to the time again, 11:40 at noon, there are less than eight hours left, the time is a little tight, it seems that I can only do something less complicated.

I first opened MAX and started making models, and my mind was thinking about it.

There are no entities, only smoke, so it should be difficult to spot, and if you want to destroy the enemy, you must first find the enemy, and it seems that a pair of glasses that can detect monsters is indispensable.

The attack method is to drill into the brain from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, then these places must be blocked, a fully enclosed helmet? It seems a little low, and the mask that can wrap the mouth, nose and ears should be a more popular choice.

What about the eyes? Why don't you just make the glasses and the mask in the front one! I can't help but give a thumbs up to my mechanism.

The enemy and defense are all done, and the rest is to attack. There is no entity, only smoke, and the guns and swords are probably not good, and it doesn't seem to be safe to use fire, so what is the use... I looked at the vertical air conditioner in the corner and suddenly had an idea.

Time always flies, especially when you're immersed in something, and eight hours of my undivided attention slips away inadvertently, and when I put the last sticker in the folder, the sun is just setting on the horizon outside the room - certainly not visible from me, of course, with bustling streets and skyscrapers outside the window of this conference room. I knew the sun was setting because it was getting dark.

I got up from my seat, stretched well, and sat motionless in front of the computer all afternoon, feeling that my whole skeleton was rigid. Just as I was enjoying the pleasure of stretching my whole body, I suddenly heard the door of the conference room behind me being pushed open, I quickly put down my raised hands and looked back,

only to find that there was no one at the door at all.

The door of the conference room was open, there was no one in front of the door, and it may have been time to get off work, there was no one in the hall outside the door, and even the lights were turned off at some point, and the surprising thing was that the computer was not turned off, and the dim light came in through the window, and from my point of view, the display screen was strangely flickering with black and white snowflakes, like the kind of old-fashioned TV that I used to watch when I was a child when the signal was lost.

This situation makes me a little inexplicably afraid, people always unconsciously have a sense of tension in an unfamiliar environment, and the situation at this time magnifies this tension into fear.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, are you there?" I asked tentatively in a whisper, but I didn't get any response.

I didn't give up, stood by the window and stretched my neck, and shouted in a low voice outside the door, "Wang Xiaoyu, are you there?"

As soon as I shouted these words, I suddenly faintly heard an ethereal female voice in an invisible position outside the door, and the sound drifted through the empty hall, and I only felt a tingling of my scalp, and a cool breath rushed from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and the hair on the back of my head stood up.

"Don't make a fuss! I'm just here for an interview! If you get hired, you won't look up and see you when you look down in the future, and it won't look good if you make a big fuss!" I tried to threaten me, but this time there was no sound to answer me.

I took a deep breath, tried to calm down my mood, and kept hinting to myself, calm down, don't be nervous, don't scare yourself, they are just off work, nothing else - thinking of this, I can't help but think of the female ghost in white that night, and the thing that Mr. Zhang described to me, there is no substance, only a piece of smoke, which can burrow into people's minds and devour people's memories......

Wow~ I couldn't help but shudder again...... When I was thinking uncontrollably, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a wisp of white smoke floating in from the door of the conference room, which felt like it was in a position I couldn't see outside the door, an old cigarette gun leaned against the wall outside the door and exhaled a big puff of smoke, and the smoke drifted into the conference room with the direction of the air current, and the next second it would completely drift away.

However, I stared at the vague cloud of smoke, but did not wait for it to disperse. The wisp of smoke slowly distorted and stretched with the flow of air in the room, and in the dim light, it was not very real, but there was some dreamlike beauty.

The smoke was moving slowly, and I was inadvertently slowly approaching a lot in my direction, and I was faintly starting to feel that something was wrong. I also smoke, and I've been smoking for more than three years since I didn't graduate and looking for a job, and I've never seen a puff of cigarette that comes out of my mouth last so long. And what's even more weird is that when this wisp of smoke drifts to a certain extent, it will gather inward again, and then spread, this kind of brain-filled smoke is really the first time I've seen it.

Something is wrong, something is wrong, and I once again remembered the monster that Mr. Zhang asked me to envision - no entity, only smoke...... I think of the treacherous expression on Mr. Zhang's face...... What Mr. Zhang told me can't be true, right?!

No, no, this is ridiculous! I was about to shake my head to dispel this unrealistic idea, but I saw the wisp of smoke slowly drift to less than three meters away from me. At this moment, the vertical air conditioner in the corner of the wall is blowing warm air outward, and I am standing on the wind, this wisp of smoke is actually drifting towards me against the wind??

I can't help but believe this situation, whether this smoke is the kind of monster that Mr. Zhang told me, at least it is definitely not ordinary smoke!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but take a few steps back to the corner of the wall, and a little farther away, only to find that the wisp of smoke seemed to have eyes, slowly turning a corner in the air, and continued to lean towards me.

!! this Nima!! There's definitely something wrong with that!!

I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingle, and at the same time I ran towards the door, no matter what, I got out of this hellish place first! Seeing that I had run to the door of the conference room, I could leave this damn room with one more step forward, but I only heard a bang, and I hit my head against an invisible wall, and the light flashed in front of me, and the whole person was a little dazed, and I took two steps back, and sat on the ground.

What the hell is this!!

I sat on the ground and rubbed the painful head that had been hit, and when I looked up, I happened to see the place I had just hit, there seemed to be an invisible plane in the air, and there was a faint circle of colorful light waves spreading out on the plane, like some kind of radar scan, the feeling crawled over the door frame and the wall, and gradually spread to the entire room, coating everything in the room with a strange glow, and then gradually disappearing.

I seem to have seen this kind of colorful light somewhere, but the situation is so urgent that I don't have time to think about these inconsequential issues. I just know that if I can't get out of this room. Isn't that smoke then? I looked over to the window where I had just been, and I was amazed

- The smoke is gone.