"I want to kill someone."

Zheng Ke raised his head, looked at the energetic young man sitting opposite, hummed casually, and then continued to concentrate on the fat cow in the pot.

"Seriously, I really want to kill someone!"

Zheng Ke's hand was firmly grasped, and the piece of meat that he had finally caught also slipped to the ground, he shook off the other party's hand unhappily and knocked on the table: "Zhang Ming, can you stop saying these boring words when eating hot pot, you are not afraid that others will hear it, and send you to the detention center to squat for a few days?" ”

"What if you hear that?"

Zhang Ming smiled disdainfully, suddenly stood up from his seat, swept all the dishes and dishes on the dining table to the ground, then looked around and shouted: "I want to kill!" ”

At noon, it was the best time for the hot pot restaurant business, not only were all the seats in the room full, but there was also a long queue at the door.

But no one paid any attention to him.

The little couple in the seat next to them were still whispering, snickering from time to time, and then gnawing at each other; The middle-aged man at the front desk carefully checked the bill and complained loudly that the price was too expensive; The little girl with her pigtails broke free from her parents' restraints, pressed her round face against the window, and looked at the steaming hot pot in the room, saliva flowing down the glass.

Only one waiter trotted over and said with a smile, "Sir, please wait, I'll change the dishes and chopsticks for you right away." ”

Zhang Ming grabbed the waiter's collar and carried him in front of him, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out: "Did you hear that?" I'm going to kill! Homicide! Why don't we start with you? ”

"Sir, please don't worry, I'll go get new dishes and chopsticks now."

"Take your mother's bowl, take your mother's chopsticks!"

The slaps fell one after another, the waiter's face was visibly swollen, the two front teeth in his grinning mouth were shaky, and his words were a little leaky: "Xiansen, what else do you need?" ”

"Did you hear that?"

Zhang Ming let go of his hand, gasped a few times, and then looked at Zheng Ke: "Something is wrong, something is wrong!" These guys, inside the house, outside the house, are they playing reality show, or are they robots entering fixed programs? ”

Zheng Ke sighed, looking at the messy desktop in distress, all the shabu-shabu was swept to the ground, but fortunately he still had half of the Coke in his hand.

"So, I'm going to kill someone."

Zhang Ming untied a pack of wet wipes, wiped his hands, and then threw it into the hot pot of the little couple next door, watching them continue to eat and drink unconsciously, revealing a smile like a child succeeding in a prank.

"One is not enough, ten, a hundred. I want to see if the blood is spilling to the feet and necks, they can still eat with peace of mind, and if the waiters are all dead, who will accompany them in this set of scenes! ”

The waiter didn't get a response, turned to leave, and a cleaner in an apron came over and swept the broken porcelain pieces and vegetables on the floor into the dustpan. Zhang Ming sat slumped in his seat, as if he was a little confused: "It's a dream, maybe everything here is a dream I made, but how to wake up, kill someone, or commit suicide?" ”

The carbon dioxide gas hit his throat, Zheng Ke hiccuped, and asked slowly, "If this is your dream, then what role do I play?" ”

Zhang Ming's movements suddenly stopped, waking up like a dream, and looked at the young man in front of him: "Yes, who are you?" My friends, family, neighbors, colleagues? No, no, I don't know you, but ......"

He suddenly found that Zheng Ke in front of him had put on sunglasses at some point, and there was an extra silver-white metal pen in his hand, and the tip of the pen was still glowing with a faint white light.

"Look at me."

"This is, amnestic stick?!" Zhang Ming shuddered, hurriedly turned his head, and closed his eyes tightly, "No, I don't look!" It turned out that it wasn't a dream, it was a crossing, aliens, people in black, don't, please, no, want, clear ......"

The more he spoke, the slower he became, and finally he froze in place, not even turning his eyes. The steaming heat on the hot pot was also frozen in mid-air, and the sound of talking and footsteps had disappeared, leaving only Zheng Ke to speak unhurriedly.

"Your name is Zhang Ming, male, 24 years old, unmarried, an ordinary office worker in this city, normal work, rest, entertainment, without too much dissatisfaction, no doubt about reality, just step by step, start a family, start a business, until the end of life, remember?"

Zhang Ming nodded slowly.

Then Zheng Ke snapped his fingers.

…………

"Is it all taken care of?"

There was an impatient inquiry in his ears, Zheng Ke drank the last bit of Coke, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and put it to his ear: "Okay, Director Zhao, just now it was the last one." ”

"You're imitating the Man in Black again, right? It's not me saying, Zheng Ke, you can handle it directly from the background, you have to engage in this kind of trick! ”

"Life has to have some sense of ritual after all." Zheng Ke smiled, patted Zhang Ming's shoulder, who lowered his head and picked up vegetables, and then walked out of the hot pot restaurant.

"But it's too slow! The work that can be done in three days, you drag it out for almost a week! ”

Zheng Ke yawned and replied lazily: "Anyway, I didn't delay my work." By the way, by the way, who was in charge of this place, and how did it leave such a mess? And how did he manage to awaken so much consciousness? ”

"What do you care about this, you just need to know that he has been fired!"

After a moment of silence, Director Zhao's voice softened a little, and he continued to ask, "Now that it has been cleaned up, is it time to start work?" ”

Zheng Ke looked around, there were countless pedestrians coming and going, but the steps and postures of many people were almost the same, and there was not much difference in the curvature of the corners of his mouth when he smiled.

"No, Director Zhao, the completion of the server is too low, and the quality of the materials is not good, so how can I open a copy? Even if it is forced, the player will not be satisfied. ”

"I don't know if the player is satisfied or not, I just know that if it is placed so empty, the boss will definitely not be satisfied!"

Zheng Ke wanted to complain a few more words, but the voice in his ears suddenly became noisy, and the other party's tone became a little urgent: "The boss has something to find me, don't say it, don't worry, I don't mean to embarrass you, the difficulty of the task assigned to you is still relatively low, then it's decided!" ”

The phone hung up, and a small piece of paper floated in front of Zheng Ke, and when he clicked it casually, the pieces of paper instantly turned into countless crumbs and scattered to the ground.

The next moment, notes flew in the sky, drowning him.

“…… Okay, okay, can't I pick it up? ”

Zheng Ke sighed and looked at the note attached to his eyelids, which was printed with a few lines of upright italics.

【Customer's Name】Over Qianfan 520

[Age] twenty-nine

[Gender] male

【Historical Consumption Record】None

【Requirement Template】The protagonist of the article