He clicked to exit the software, and a prompt popped up before the software closed, reminding him that he must log in to the software once a day, otherwise he would be treated as useless if he could not receive the task, and the client would delete the information. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He wouldn't be naïve enough to think that the brutal software's 'delete' was a one-off, deleting and erasing the same thing, in other words, if he didn't log in to the software every day, his life would ...... will be erased!

Now, he regretted his impulsiveness a little, but there are some things that he can't stop once they start and don't finish until they end.

He entered the writer's post bar and posted a question post, but within a few minutes, there were dozens of comments below, and when they saw these messages, they were all tied to the thief ship of 'Paradise' without exception.

With so many accidents and accidental deaths in such a short period of time, is it true that no one notices? What's wrong with the world?

After a drowsy night's sleep, this sleep was not quiet, he dreamed of Lu Zhi and Wei Xuechen, they seemed to have something to say to him, but the dream was vague and distorted, he only felt that he tried his best, and he couldn't hear what they were saying.

As soon as he woke up to dawn, he rubbed his dizzy head and rushed to work in the company, these days there are always people in the company asking for leave, first for one day, and then two days, and even some people apply for annual leave in advance, and finally the boss is angry, no one is allowed to ask for leave.

As a result, the original leave turned into absenteeism, and the two girls at the front desk disappeared for two days without saying hello, no one answered the phone, and no one knew where they lived, so they had to be fired as absenteeism for no reason.

"It's okay to be dismissed, I don't work well all day, I just take care of reading novels, and the phone rings more than ten times before answering, such a work attitude is to pack up and go home as soon as possible to be the eldest lady!"

"Have you heard, the two of them almost got into a fight a few days ago because of reading a novel, and their relationship is usually as good as a person, women are really strange."

"Don't talk about the two of them, it's Sister Liu from the finance office, and now she also holds her mobile phone all day long to read novels, and shares them after reading them, she shares novels with her circle of friends every day in WeChat."

"That's right, that's right, in my circle of friends, in QQ space, I can now receive novels shared by others every day."

"I know, you can also get a red envelope by clicking on the novel shared by others, I have received almost 100 yuan, it is cost-effective, I have to read one or two copies within the specified time, otherwise I am not eligible to receive it."

I stood outside the door of the company pantry, my hand holding the empty teacup shaking, and that bad premonition returned......

finally stayed up until the end of work, the hour hand was already pointing to nine o'clock, and one-third of the company's people asked for leave these days, and Yan Zhen and the rest had to work overtime to catch up.

After buying a fried mein on the way, he immediately went back to his room and turned on the computer to see if there was anything new in the comments on the post, and it was better that someone knew something inside, or that there was a way to get rid of the control of the software.

However, when the system interface appears, a black skull icon appears at the bottom right of the computer, and the login box of the park software pops up.

His heart was cold, and the auto-saved account name was that he couldn't even give birth to a trace of luck, and the account bar with the words 'Ready for Battle' came into view like a reminder.

The ghost software was hidden in his computer, but he couldn't do anything about it, and the idea of uninstalling or formatting the hard drive was dispelled by the reminder that the software had to be logged in once a day.

He didn't know much about computers and networks, so he logged in to the software head-on, clicked on the prompt (missed) taskbar, and there was a new task underneath.

[Please write an article about a city infected by an unknown virus, requiring that the death toll in the city exceed 90%, that the virus should not spread beyond the edge of the city, that the plot is reasonable, the logic is rigorous, and that there are no effective measures to resolve the crisis.] The number of words must not be less than 10,000 (including punctuation), and the time limit is 12 hours. Hint: There are 107 writers of the same type of task, and the system will determine the winner based on the logical rigor of the story and the speed of completion. (Failure penalty to be determined)]

Yan Zhen felt his cold sweat running down his forehead, and this began, the real battle between life and death depends on his story.

As he mentally organized the structure of the story and the details of the parts, he found that if the software absorbed the text instantly, it meant that he had no chance to make changes to what he had written.

He created a new TXT file on the desktop, this time it was no joke, and if he made a mistake, he would probably end up crippled or even dead, and he had to type a draft before sending it in.

But in this way, time is a problem, and if someone does it without having to make a draft, he loses in time.

In the blink of an eye, he had quickly typed the keyboard to type lines of text into the document, but fortunately, he often typed documents in the company, and his typing speed and proficiency were not unfamiliar.

The pointer pointed to 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, Yan Zhen finally knocked the last punctuation point, he rubbed his sour eyes, and then carefully checked the recorded 20,000 words three times before copying them into the blank space of the software.

The 20,000 words disappeared from the screen in an instant, and his eyes were glued to the taskbar, wishing to stare at it and disappear.

After a long five minutes, the word (completed) was displayed on the task bar, and Yan Zhen felt his body, and there was nothing uncomfortable, except that he had been sitting for too long and his butt was a little numb.

He was just about to leave the computer to get a glass of water, when a text message popped up and startled him, and he took a deep breath to try to calm his emotions before clicking on the text message.

Hello, the writers who do not enter the top 10 in this task will not be rewarded, and the top 50 writers will not be included in the punishment list.

Yan Zhen mentioned that his heart in his throat and eyes was only put down after reading the content of the text message twice, and this kind of rollercoaster-like stimulation he had not experienced for many years.

People with a bad heart really can't stand it. The software did not announce his specific ranking, which means that he may be ranked 49th, so next time, will he not be so lucky......

Is this a trick of the people behind the software, or is it an oversight on the part of the designers? Either way, the result is a day and night of restlessness, once escaped, and can not wait for the next test with peace of mind, because they don't know where they are, so they are always on guard, unable to eat, and unable to sleep.

I woke up from the same dream again, it was 10 o'clock in the morning, and I was late, or I was late without asking for leave, what could be worse than this!

Yan Zhen walked into the bathroom, calmed his temple with cold water, and took out the mobile phone in his pocket to unlock it, but there was no missed call on the main screen.

It's strange, no one from his colleagues and boss called him to ask where he was, he is not in a hurry now, anyway, being late is a foregone conclusion, an hour earlier, an hour late, he will be criticized, no difference.