Yuan Yue's face sank suddenly: "I still remember that text message is really endless." ”

I patiently asked, "What did the text message say?" ”

"Very short words." The girl licked her rosy lips again: "She said, the wind has brought news of you, tell me that you will be entangled in resentment." ”

I laughed dryly: "It's the first time I've seen the curse so literary." ”

Yuan Yue didn't think it was funny at all: "Yes, so I didn't pay much attention to it originally, but I was a little depressed." I just think this girl is very good, she is funny in talking and doing things, why did she curse me for no reason. But on that day, something strange happened to me. ”

"Darling, maybe you don't know. I went to school in a small town in Sheffield and even stopped to work there. The girl's voice changed and she began to talk about her life.

I clasped my ears hard: "Miss Yuan, don't call me Darling, I can't get used to hearing it." Your pure accent makes me Alexander. ”

"Then I'll call you Mr. Nightfall." Yuan Yue obviously has an excellent tutor, she didn't dwell on the title, and continued to tell her story: "Mr. Night Silence, do you know that in fact, it is different from what everyone thinks, and the small town is actually the most impersonal place.

There is a general lack of justice, and if you have been to a small city or are in a small city, you may feel that the bloody taste of the law of the jungle is stronger there, and it is not comfortable at all. This is a common phenomenon, and the same is true in my small British town. ”

The girl took a sip of fruit tea: "The name of the town where I am located has nothing to do with my story, so I don't mention it." After graduating from college, I didn't accept my parents' arrangement, but worked for a new energy design company in the town. It's busy, but it's also pleasant. But just after the girl I was friends with on the Internet sent me that inexplicable message, something really happened. ”

"At the time, I was receiving a fax from a customer......"

According to Yuan Yue, the real strange thing started with the message of a strange girl I met on the Internet. Yuan Yue didn't take the words to heart and worked hard. The new energy design industry is simple, but everything is quite cumbersome, and even any change needs to be communicated back and forth with the client and reimagined many times.

Yuan Yue likes this kind of simplicity.

This time, the list was a third-world company that didn't like to use Internet tools, preferring the outdated way of communicating information by fax. There is no way, in the current recession of all walks of life, customers are the biggest. So the boss plugged in the fax machine that had been eating ashes for a long time, and told Yuan Yue to keep watching.

The girl was a little funny, but also a little helpless. She guarded the fax while surfing the Internet, while waiting for the unreliable other party to send the plan over. Soon, it was time for lunch. The employees in the office went to the restaurant to eat one after another, and Yuan Yue packed up her belongings and was about to leave.

But the fax machine, which had not been ringing, actually made a 'pop' noise at this moment, and printed out a stack of papers with a bang.

Yuan Yue was stunned and stepped forward. She kept printing at a rapid pace, and even spit out the A4 paper as if she was vomiting because it was too fast, picked up the paper flying everywhere, and put it on the table.

But it was such a simple action that the girl accidentally saw the printed content on the paper. She was stunned, and then a cold sweat broke out.

Wrong! What is on paper is not right. The other company should obviously send a design request, and the design requirement should be a drawing. But what the fax machine prints out is the text.

Yuan Yue maintained the movement of squatting to pick up the paper, and the cold kept rising from the soles of her feet. In a room with central air conditioning, the originally bright and tidy office turned out to be extremely cold at this moment.

There was no one, no one in the office, only herself.

The girl swayed in a stiff posture and finally stood up, but subconsciously glanced at the printer paper again. Sure enough, in the center of the A4 paper, there is text printed, not English!

It's Chinese!

Yuan Yue felt that his head could not move. Recently, my company has not had a cooperation project with a Chinese company, let alone a Chinese company, it will not lag behind to send faxes. But who exactly sent her the fax?

Yes, it must have been sent to her. Otherwise, I won't be able to send Chinese. In the whole company, only she can understand Chinese!

Moreover, the man knew his situation well, otherwise he would not have known that she had been temporarily sent to guard the fax machine a few hours earlier.

Who the hell is it? Who the hell is it?

Yuan Yue was very scared, she held back her fear and pulled out the first piece of printer paper that was still lying on the fax machine. The text lying in the center of the A4 sheet is small, like an ant. But the girl could still clearly see that there was a line written on it that was like a curse to her:

'You still have 600,800 seconds left to die.' ’

The second reads:

'You have 600,797 seconds left in your life. ’

The third one:

'You still have 600,794 seconds left in your life. ’

Yuan Yue kept watching, and the fax machine kept spraying paper. At first, it was three seconds per second, but then it slowed down until the fax machine ran out of paper. The noisy machine reluctantly stopped.

Yuan Yue was so frightened that she couldn't stay any longer, screamed, threw all the paper in her hand on the ground, and ran away. Rushed out of the bright but gloomy office that was drenched in the sun.

It's strange, who is counting down her life? Who, exactly, is playing a prank?

Yuan Yue didn't know. Because when the employees who heard her scream were frightened by her frightened face, they all rushed over. A group of people asked back and forth, and the girl stammered and recounted what had happened. A bold employee walked into the office and walked out with a smile.

"Miss Yuan, you've been too tired lately, haven't you rested?" The employee was holding a piece of paper in his hand: "Although the paper did fall to the ground, it was very messy, but there was nothing on it." ”

Many employees looked at the paper in the man's hand, apparently not seeing anything from it.

But Yuan Yue's face, which was in contact with the printing paper, suddenly became even worse. She screamed heartbreakingly: "How is it possible, on every piece of paper, there are obviously Chinese and numbers." ”

Indeed, in Yuan Yue's eyes, every piece of paper has a string of decreasing numbers written on it.

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