In the darkness, an indescribable chill spread all over his body along his back, and the hand of the little brother on duty on the doorknob trembled, and he seemed to feel a pair of blood-red eyes outside the door, staring at him. In the silent corridor, the woman's singing disappeared, only the endless sound of rain outside the window remained, the little brother on duty took a step back, groped his way to sit on the bed, the doubt in his head and the silence in the corridor made him sit on pins and needles, the only certainty was that the door would never open tonight.

"You give me back your life! Give me my life! Give me my life! Give me my life! Suddenly, a miserable woman's voice rang out outside the door of the security room, and the sweet and crisp woman's voice disappeared into a cry full of resentment and hoarseness. The earth-shattering thunder outside the window sounded again, and the woman's voice was particularly miserable, and the little brother on duty saw the doorknob shaking violently by himself at the moment when the lightning illuminated the house. The woman outside seemed to want to rush in, her sharp nails scraping the door like a beast, her voice roaring in resentment in the hallway.

"Open the door, open the door, open the door! Give me back my life, give me back my life, give me back my life! I'm going in! The sharp nails were like an electric drill, as if they would penetrate the door at any moment, and the voice of the woman's shouting became more and more resentful and miserable, and the little brother on duty was frightened. His body trembled like an electric shock, his brain went blank, his limbs were so weak that they didn't belong to him, and his heart was beating wildly.

Finally, a stream of heat flowed down his pants to the bottom of his butt on the bed, and he had fought and killed people, but now he was frightened by the sound outside the door and peed his pants. Another flash of lightning flashed, and the door seemed to be about to open, and he desperately jumped out of bed, and frantically pushed a square table on his left, blocking it to the doorway. Then, he pushed another bookcase and blocked it behind the square table. Then, he pushed another chair and continued to block it. Eventually, he pushed all the movable furniture in the room over and blocked the door.

When he had done this, he lay back on the bed and curled up under the covers, his eyes fixed on the pile of furniture at the door, the miserable voice of the woman and the harsh fingernails scratching the door outside the door had disappeared, and the corridor had returned to its usual quietness. The little brother on duty didn't seem to believe his ears, he still didn't dare to move, he didn't even dare to breathe nervously, and his eyes still didn't dare to blink at all to look at the door. He sat like this until it was getting dark, that is, at 5 o'clock in the morning.

At this time, the little brother on duty, who was still in a trance, heard the sound of vehicles shuttling on the road outside the building, as well as the sound of cleaners sweeping the floor and the sound of early risers greeting each other. Hearing these sounds, he grew bolder, he stood up and moved the tables and chairs back to their places, and listened carefully with his head on the door, but there was no sound outside. He carefully checked the lock again, and found that the handle of the door was in good condition.

He hesitated to pick up the electric rod that had been set aside, and cautiously opened the door, where there was nothing. He stuck his head out and quickly glanced into the hallway, still nothing, he looked carefully outside the door again, there were no nail scratches on the door, he was confused, could it be that the scene that happened last night was his hallucination? After all, the day before, the little brother on duty had taken ecstasy with some people, and his first reaction was that he was hallucinating, and the second reaction was that someone entered the computer room in the middle of the night to sabotage and deliberately pretended to be a ghost to scare himself.

There is a reason why the little brother on duty thinks like this. Because Ma Zhipeng's new university town science and technology procurement management platform in Wudu has many problems, it often receives a large number of user complaints and reports. Faced with many problems and troubles, Ma Zhipeng not only did not think about solving them, but tried every means to set up a fee. A while ago, he added 7% of the membership fee for each user in the university town on the grounds of software upgrades, which caused complaints in the new university town of Wudu. Some of the agitated teachers and students even went to the Little Red House to make trouble, and they threatened to smash the giant computers that hurt people.

Therefore, Ma Zhipeng is also trying his best to resolve the platform crisis, but unfortunately, his way of thinking is different from ordinary people, he does not want to improve the efficiency and function of the platform, so as to improve user satisfaction, but to try to use some sideways to solve the current situation that everyone is not satisfied with this platform. His solution was to specially invite back a master from Southeast Asia, a so-called omnipotent "transfer master", to transfer to the scientific research procurement management platform, and this person's suggestion to him was to set up a tablet in the giant computer room to support the little ghosts, and let someone take care of it.

This matter cannot be publicized, so the person Ma Zhipeng is looking for refers to the short and fat man and his two henchmen. According to the master and Director Ma, the little ghosts kept in the house are very well-behaved, as long as no one blasphemes them and worships the good ghosts on time, nothing bad will happen, and the caretakers will still have good luck. But if something happens to the imp, or if the service and care are not satisfied, then all the people who raise it will be counterattacked. Therefore, the short and fat man and the two of them would take turns to be on duty in the third-floor security room of the small red building every night, the purpose was to prevent anyone from entering the computer room to make trouble, for this, Ma Zhipeng also gave each of them a large sum of money.

Thinking of this, the little brother on duty hurriedly closed the door, returned to the house and turned on the faucet to wash his face, he wanted to make himself sober again. After this night's commotion, the little brother on duty was already exhausted and physically and mentally broken, he really didn't want to be frightened anymore, he was only willing to wait for the sky to get a little brighter, and then find another little brother to go to the room with a silver metal door to check. At this time, he found that there was electricity in the house.

Last night, when there was no power automatic, the monitor screen on the third floor automatically went black, and now the monitoring screen is back to normal, and he took a closer look to see that there was indeed nothing in the corridor. The little brother on duty breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that although he was almost scared to death last night, it was fortunate that the door was not opened. When he was about to turn around and clean up the bed, an amazing scene happened, the little brother on duty saw with his own eyes on the screen of the monitor, the closed silver metal door, he opened from the inside, the door crack was expanding a little bit, when the door was halfway open, the door suddenly stuck.

The little brother on duty rubbed his eyes wildly and patted his head vigorously, and he found that the door of the room was indeed open. He didn't even dare to swallow a mouthful of his saliva and looked at the surveillance screen, waiting for something to come out of it, but there was nothing, the door was open but nothing came out of it.