"Thrips, the editor-in-chief has something urgent to look for you! Thrips! Thrips! ”

Anxious voices looped over the office area, and a rolled-up schedule notebook flew around with a black cover, constantly searching for where the thrips were taking a nap.

The flying schedule had turned around a few times, and the old men who looked up at it below were not only not helping it, but also throwing pens and ink bottles at it for being noisy.

Thrips again! Why is it my turn to inform her again!

This rookie editor has been the focus of the Ministry of Literature and Art since he joined the company, and several dragons have been treated obediently by her, and one by one they have changed from a habitual offender who procrastifies manuscripts to the conscience of the industry who delivers in advance, and the changes before and after are greater than being taken away by a typewriter.

Except for the occasional author who ran to Yingxuetang crying and shouting to change the editor, this rookie editor's work performance is so good that she has nothing to say, but she is also notoriously speechless!

Usually never open your mouth to say hello to colleagues, it's okay, but I will nod my head to say that I saw you, not completely ignoring, the most troublesome thing is that she is absolutely silent during non-working hours, not to mention ordinary colleagues, not even replying to the editor-in-chief's message, no rules and politeness at all.

And as soon as she took a lunch break, she disappeared like the world evaporated, and she couldn't find it no matter how she looked for it, and every time she made it, the most efficient herald, anxious to take off the pages and drop the pages.

Nowadays, young people are really getting more and more disagreeable, lunch break, lunch break is also half a working time!

The book, which was in a hurry to give orders, flipped over the bookmark, threw a bookmark tape out of the crack, swept it away, and accurately wrapped around a pen thrown from below.

The booklet uses a bookmark tape to manipulate a fountain pen to draw faces with only eyes and mouths on the blank inner pages, and when it finishes drawing, it sneezes loudly in the air, spraying shredded pieces of paper in all directions.

"Thrips, thrips! The editor-in-chief is looking for you in a hurry! Come out! ”

"The editor-in-chief has a task for thrips, you all come and help me find thrips!"

"Don't sleep, help me see where the thrips are!"

Every piece of paper on a person's face repeats the same words, and the noise merges into an annoying swarm of mosquitoes, instantly penetrating all the folded spaces in the office area, ignoring all soundproofing devices and spells, and penetrating everywhere.

The editors who slept on their stomachs at their respective workstations were so angry that they wanted to pull it off and rub their buttocks softly, and there were many fierce people who were proficient in fighting and killing among the editors of the Literature and Art Department, but none of them dared to really do it.

These heralds are said to have been hand-bound by Thunder Pure Sect Du Gongtai when he was still serving in Yingxuetang, and they are an important asset of Yingxuetang Bookstore.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that it's not worth taking such a big risk for these life-rubbing ghosts who are too hard to wipe their butts!

A black hole cracked in the wall next to the pantry, and a big leopard-headed man with spotted eyes leaned out half of his body, and his long arms lightly fished out an iron stationery box from the opposite station.

The leopard head opened the stationery box and bent his fingers to wake up the golden retriever lying sleeping inside.

"Don't lie down, can you still sleep, you move your nose and help the thrips find out to the killer above."

The golden retriever pulled down the blindfold and didn't have a good airway:

"If you want to find it yourself, I don't have one more nostril than you, what do you bother me to do, you feline family is sick."

"Every time someone disappears, it's so noisy, don't you get annoyed?

Her work ability is quite strong, yes, then she has to learn to be gregarious, that is, the editor-in-chief cherishes her talents, if you want me to see, there are so no rules, someone will treat her sooner or later. ”

"Cherish talents? Hehe, haven't you heard, the person who personally recommended him to come to work, maybe when he will take over the editor-in-chief's class, and send more than a dozen urging ghosts a day to cure you. ”

"The one...... Which one? ”

"Who else could it be?"

The golden retriever raised his tail and pointed upward, and a faded three-character signature was faintly visible on the back cover of the flying herald schedule.

The leopard-headed man let go of the stationery box and retracted into the hole with a sudden, leaving only a few long hairs that had fallen out of nervousness.

The golden retriever took one last look at the herald schedule, pulled on the blindfold and rolled over.

"Quarrel, quarrel, we're afraid of you, she's not afraid of you."

……

"Thrips! I see you, come out! ”

After shouting this sentence from the herald schedule that he had recited aloud, he suddenly felt that the cover was a little cold.

Under the ceiling of the office area of the Ministry of Literature and Art, there are gloomy rain clouds at some point.

"Thrips, what are you going to do......"

"It's noisy."

This brief complaint was mixed in with the sound of the rain.

The steel-blue torrential rain fell violently, and in an instant, all the pieces of human face paper flying in the air fell and nailed to the ground.

The herald schedule was not so lucky, and the irritable waterfall of the Gang Qi needle rolled it in the rain, until it was beaten into a cloud of fibrous debris by the torrential rain, and the angry rain with the breath of getting up gradually stopped.

The misty herald let out a frightened whimper, barely trying to put himself back together before falling into a tumble, a small note falling out of his notebook.

In the middle of the ruins that used to be the office area of the Ministry of Literature and Art, Thrips raised his hand to catch the falling note.

There was not a word on it, and she swept the martial artist's spiritual sense, and the information left by the editor-in-chief in the paper flowed into her heart.

"Take it to the 706th World Blue Star on the other side, and properly contain the fragments left by the Book of All Things, and the coordinates in the boundary...... Contact......

When it was finished, the note twisted head to tail, turning itself into a Möbius ring and strapping it on the thrips' tail finger.

She thought about the name of the contact person for a moment, then opened the door and walked in.

……

World No. 706 on the other side, the furious tide blockade area.

Liang De had already compiled a copy of the relevant materials of the Book of Everything and handed it to Wen Zhongsu and He Gongji, and told them that there would be professionals to come and properly contain them.

After giving the information, the blockade area fell into an unspeakable silence.

The three of them did not speak again, and Li Zhixian, who was watching from the sidelines, was also rarely silent.

Liang De smoked cigarettes one after another, thinking to himself why the people from Yingxue Hall hadn't come yet.

He could probably guess the mood of Wen He and the others at the moment, but he couldn't understand it.

There is no such thing as empathy in this world.

What could he say?

Saying that the book of all things is actually similar to disasters such as earthquakes and floods, and that things have already passed, so don't worry about them anymore, because it's useless to worry about them?

How can you say this kind of thing, life will inevitably have times when you can't do anything in the world, but, but......

"Mr. Liang."

The first person to speak was Wen Zhongsu.