There was only one button in the elevator, seventeen floors, and he didn't speak, and I didn't speak, and the air slowly froze.

I couldn't stand this environment and took the initiative to ask, "You are also an employee of this company?" ”

"You're new here?" He turned his head to look at me, and the muscles on his face were slightly distorted, looking slightly hideous.

Especially when the light hit his face, a sickly pale appeared, and it was only up close that his eyes were a little cloudy, and there were a few black spots on his bare arms.

"Yes, I only applied yesterday." I replied, staring at the spot on his arm, and a sense of familiarity emerged inexplicably, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

As if noticing my gaze, he quietly pulled his sleeves, hid his arms inside, stared at me coldly, and said, "I advise you not to get out of the elevator for a while, and follow me down......"

With a "ding", the elevator arrived, and his words were interrupted, and time fell into a brief silence.

I wanted to listen to him, and found a middle-aged man about forty years old standing outside the elevator, with an identification sign pinned to his chest, who was the manager of the company.

I was stunned and hurriedly greeted: "Hello, manager, I applied for the job yesterday." ”

"Hello, come with me." The manager frowned and glanced to my side, his brow furrowed even tighter.

I followed the manager out, and the man in the elevator didn't say a word to the manager from beginning to end, and the man in the elevator didn't mean to come out.

I kept looking back, the lights in the elevator seemed to be dimming again, the man stared at me with his head down, his eyes rolled upwards, and as the elevator doors closed, I suddenly remembered what the spot on his arm was!

I remember when my grandfather was cremated, I followed him to the crematorium and saw these black spots on him.

I'm not sure if I'm dazzled, but how can a living person have corpse spots on his body?

"You're going to work here, mainly in charge of advertising, and somebody will come and teach you when the time comes." Before I could get acquainted with the environment, my manager's words interrupted my thoughts.

He pointed to an office cubicle where there were already three people working, and he didn't look up when he saw me come in. They are "focused", with a sickly pale skin that looks like zombies typing on keyboards.

"Hi there, I'm a new employee." I said hello, but unfortunately I didn't get a response.

I was bored with myself, so I simply stopped talking and walked to my desk.

The manager left me here and left, I didn't go in or out, it was very embarrassing. The whole company was permeated by an eerie atmosphere, with only the sound of clicking on the keyboard and not the slightest whisper.

I found that they never communicated at all, and always kept a straight face, as if they had a "heart and soul", and just by looking at each other, they understood what the other person was thinking.

Such a strange scene made me feel terrified from the bottom of my heart, and I didn't know if I would be able to go crazy if I had to work in such an environment for the rest of my life.

I walked into the office, and the four desks were placed opposite each other, neatly pressed against each other, tightly fitted, like obsessive-compulsive disorder, without the slightest blemish.

In the four corners of the office, there are four unnamed pots, the size of a man's head, and the petals open in all directions, revealing the long, bright red stamen in the middle, like an open mouth of blood.

In addition, there were three strange colleagues, who looked up at me at the same time, and at the same time pointed to the empty position and said, "The task has been sent over, and it will be completed before the end of work today." ”

The three of them spoke in unison, in perfect sync, and then lowered their heads at the same time to continue their work, the sound of clicking on the keyboard echoed in the air.

I swallowed hard and spit, and if it weren't for the fact that they were still breathing, their chests heaving, I would have thought that these three people were programmed robots.

Sitting on one side of the desk, I saw the tasks transferred from the computer, which I was more familiar with. I have the advantage that I am very focused when I work, and I quickly suppress the anxiety in my heart.

It wasn't until the task was completed that I glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer and realized that I had already left work.

"It's time to get off work......" I said casually, stretching my waist.

The office was silent, except for one of my computers, which glowed blue and was unusually quiet. The other three computers had been turned off, people didn't know where they had gone, the lights weren't on, and the shadow of the flower pot in the corner stood there like a person, which made me feel a little creepy.

"Anyone?" Walking out of the office, the office was also empty, all the computers were turned off, and only a few printers were still working, rustling and printing.

I glanced at the time, but it was only less than three minutes after I got off work, and the people were already gone?

"Da, da, da......"

A sound of footsteps came from behind me, and I instinctively looked for the sound and turned my head, and a black shadow flashed away.

"What's that?" My heart was pounding, unusually clear in the silence, and fine sweat oozed from my forehead.

I retreated, turned around and was about to walk in the direction of the elevator. As soon as he turned his head, he hit a person directly, his steps were vague, and he took three steps back and stood firmly.

"Xiao Wang, why haven't you left yet?" The manager's voice came from the front.

I rubbed my sore nose, and it felt like it wasn't flesh that I had knocked down, but a steel plate, cold and hard.

The manager was strong, his black suit blended in with the darkness, and only part of the whites of his eyes could be seen, blocking the road leading to the elevator.

I became vigilant in my heart, and I felt that this company was weird when I came in the morning, and now I realize that it is not just weird, it is simply terrifying.

I took a deep breath, calmed down, told myself to calm down, and said quietly, "I've just finished my work, I'll leave right away." ”

"Oh, let's go, go to work tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, don't be late." He spoke in a normal tone and turned sideways.

"Well, then I'll go back first." I felt a sense of gloom from the manager, pretending to be calm, and walking in the direction of the elevator at a speed that was not fast or dissatisfied.

As soon as I turned the corner and couldn't see the manager, I immediately took a step and ran, my heart pounding uncontrollably, as if it would jump out of my throat the next moment.

From the office area to the elevator, there is a long corridor, and the footsteps echo and can't see anything clearly, only the red arrow on the elevator is flashing.