Brad Gray arrived at the office early in the morning, turned on the computer, flipped through the neatly arranged newspapers on the desktop, quickly scanned the pictures on the front page, and listened to the secretary Taryn-Henson report on the day's itinerary for the whole day, "By the way, make a reservation for me to eat a restaurant for dinner, and choose ......" Brad turned his head, "Masa." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info"This is the most expensive Japanese restaurant in New York, and it is even known as the best Japanese restaurant in North America, with three Michelin stars.

It's awards season, and as Paramount's CEO, he doesn't need to go to the front line to run the college's public relations in person, but the people behind it are still indispensable, and this year's "Stream" they are responsible for publishing is very champion, not only because this is the only one in the awards season with a black protagonist, but also because the theme of the historical story of the low-level little people is also quite important.

When everything was done, Tarn turned and left the office, but when he returned to his desk, the chair was not yet hot, and the phone rang, it was an internal line, and after answering it, Brad's voice came from the other end, "Come in." Tarn could only pick up the notepad again and re-enter the office.

Brad's suit hadn't been taken off yet, and it could be seen that he hadn't yet entered the official state of work, and he pointed to the computer screen with a confused expression, "Is there something wrong with the company's system?" I have a virus in my computer. ”

Tarn was full of question marks, she was only a secretary, not a technician, she didn't know what to do if there was a virus in her computer," ...... No, as far as I know, there is no problem, I am fine with the computer today, do you need to call a technician to come and have a look? ”

Brad's brow furrowed and shook slightly, as if rejecting Tarn's proposal, and as if expressing his doubts, "I don't know what's going on, my mailbox is stuffed with a bunch of junk mail, at least...... Well, at least fifteen, which is crazy, it almost pops up the mailbox, and it's all a series of gibberish, which has never happened before. ”

Spam?

A flash of inspiration flashed in Tarn's mind, "Brad," but Brad didn't hear him, he just complained, "...... What the hell is going on? How could the technology department allow such a thing to happen? What should I do if I accidentally delete an important file while deleting my spam email? This may involve more than just spam......" Brad's temper was visibly rising, and his tone was getting heavier and heavier, and Tarn had to raise his voice, "Brad! Brad's words were interrupted by a heavy call, and Brad stared at Tarn with round eyes, his frown frowning to tell that he was unhappy.

Tarn felt overwhelmed, "I don't think this is spam. After saying this, Brad's doubts made the atmosphere in the office a little lighter, "Recently...... Well, something happened," Tarn didn't know how to explain, "you just have to click on it and see." Tarn walked around his desk to the front of the computer screen and glanced at the spam addresses, "You see, these three are from within the company, from Adam-Graham. "Adam is the assistant manager of Paramount Production," the letter is from ...... Twentieth Century Fox's, this one is for Slate PR, and this one is ...... Wow, this is an innovative artist agency. Tarn also looked a little surprised, but she cleared her throat anyway, "Anyway, these aren't spam, they're all from important collaborators. ”

Brad's doubts were not answered, but his brows furrowed even more, "Why are they sending these emails?" ”

The header of these emails is the same, "Zombies teach retro luxury car maintenance tips", and then keep forwarding, forwarding, forwarding, forwarding, this looks like spam, and it is also a virus email, which is obviously to attract readers to click with a tempting/confusing/sexual title, and then the virus will invade the computer, resulting in a chain reaction of collapse. It's 2006 now, and someone is still going to be fooled? What's more, there are still so many people who will retweet it? If it weren't for the virus, there would be no other explanation.

Tarn found himself speechless, because common sense was right, "Trust me, you'll know when you click on it." ”

But Brad didn't believe it at all, and looked at Tarn suspiciously, as if he still had something to say, and Tarn didn't know how to explain it, so he simply walked past Brad, held the mouse and clicked on the email, and then opened the video. Brad's eyes were full of doubts, and his eyes kept looking at Tarn as if to say, "You're crazy", and Tarn pointed to the computer screen, and Brad turned his head hesitantly.

The computer screen opens a video frame, and when Brad's eyes are cast on the screen, Tarn clicks play.

The picture looks a little strange, the sky is covered with dark red sand, and even the houses are made of sand, but the surrounding plan looks like a normal neighborhood with a middle-class American population, except that all the buildings are made of sand.

Brad's eyes were sharp, and he saw that there was a small piece of sand behind the video, and a few cacti were planted on it, but the cacti were all black and not easy to identify, and there were two crows tied to them, which looked like ...... It's like a pet, but usually people have dogs, and here they become crows.

When Brad realized this, a sense of ridiculous mockery came over him, and he turned his head and asked, "Is that the back garden?" However, Tarn did not answer, and Brad did not expect Tarn to answer, and then turned his head and continued to watch the video.

A zombie ...... Yes, it's just a zombie who is busy in the driveway as if he were the owner of this home. His upper body has an abnormal white, as if it is powder-brushed, even the bald head and cheeks are the same white, so that the smoke in the eye sockets and the wound on the shoulder become particularly obvious, and even the mouth seems to be sewn up by needles and threads, with a cult style in the weird, this is definitely not a zombie, but if it is not a zombie, I can't find a suitable word to describe it. The only thing that is certain is that this visual impact comes with a mime-style absurdity, irony, and evil spirit.

This "zombie" has car parts in his hands and is repairing this sports car in the driveway. It's a ...... "Morgan 4/4!" The sharp-eyed Brad immediately saw that this classic retro sports car was not only the longest-running model in the world, but also one of the most stylish of the many retro sports cars, with an authentic classic car shape with a slender nose, and a glittering navy blue body that shimmered in the sun, contrasting with the pale skin of zombies.

The zombie was replacing the tire with a tool in his hand, but at that moment, a shrapnel fell out of the wrench and hit the zombie's head, leaving a black mark. "Flutter", the laughter of Tarn next to him has already come out, and then the tires gurgled out, and the zombie froze in place, stunned as the tires rolled onto the road, and then a car crashed over, crashed into the tires, and ...... without warning flew.

Yes, flew.

The car flew off in defiance of the Earth's laws of gravity, and its exaggerated gesture didn't look like a video at all, but like a cartoon. But that kind of absurd exaggeration made Brad feel an inexplicable sense of joy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly - the matter was not over yet, "bang, bang", the cars crashed one after another, this time it did not crash into the air, but formed a series of car accidents, more than a dozen cars jammed the entire road, and the car accident dragon looked really spectacular.

"Poof", Brad couldn't help but smile a little.

Dumbfounded, the zombie was simply stunned, looking at the scene in front of him at a loss, still holding only a wrench in his hand. At this moment, the Morgan retro sports car in front of him suddenly "collapsed", popped out a piece of iron, and flew directly towards the zombie's head with a whoosh, and then the zombie's head exploded - like a firework, bursting out of pink smoke, completely exploded, and then saw the headless corpse slowly falling.

Brad looked at the screen with a stunned expression, not knowing what to react to, and just when he thought the video was over, the sports car actually began to fall apart with a "bang", and in the blink of an eye, it was scattered into a pile of debris, drowning in a mint blue smoke, and only a pile of wreckage could be faintly seen.

The screen suddenly went black, and a line "Where's Max?" appeared. Then it lit up again, and a large group of zombies stood at the far end of the road, looking at the camera with stunned faces, as if there was a big question mark floating on each head, looking at each other. Immediately after, the screen went black again, and this time, the video was really over.

"Flutter ......" Tarn endured and endured, but after all, he still couldn't hold back, and finally laughed muffled, Brad stood beside him, his emotions were very mixed, some wanted to laugh, some doubted, some ridiculous, and some curious, and finally turned his head to look at Tarn. Tarn seemed to be entertained by the tangled expression on Brad's face, and burst into laughter, Brad shook his head helplessly, and then also chuckled in a low voice, "Tarn......" Brad felt amused the more he thought about it, "Tarn ......" He tried to speak, but found that he couldn't stop at all, and he couldn't finish a sentence.

After laughing intermittently for a full two minutes, he finally calmed down, "This, what the hell is going on...... Can I watch it again? Brad didn't wait for Tarn's answer, turned around and clicked play again, and started watching again, again and again.

This, it seems to be a bit of a poisoning feeling. (To be continued.) )