Zhang Xinqian's knees weakened and she fell directly to the ground.

She saw the paper she had printed out on the ground, black on white, the characters twisted into the corpse she had just glimpsed.

She remembered those eyes, and remembered the description of Li Yun's death.

“…… And the man was lying on the ground, and the broken glass was spread out like this, and there was blood everywhere......"

“…… The windshield of that car was covered with blood......"

“…… His eyes are still open, it's scary......"

“…… The bird's head is sunken, and the whole thing is gone......"

Zhang Xinqian's stomach churned.

She covered her mouth, didn't care about Zhou Ping, didn't care about what she had left behind, and stumbled out of the house.

The neighbor next door stood at the door at some point, and chased Zhang Xinqian who rushed out and asked, "What's wrong?" What's wrong?? ”

Zhou Ping was completely sluggish.

He could feel the woman's hair fall on his feet.

Through leather shoes and socks, it seems that you can still feel the cold touch of your hair.

Hula –

A gust of wind entered the house, blowing up the ashes of incense and burnt paper.

Zhou Ping smelled that death again.

He turned and looked into the living room.

Crumpled A4 paper flew in the living room, mixed with incense ash.

Zhou Ping vaguely saw the black and white photos in this wind.

After a while, the wind stopped.

The paper fell to the ground, and the incense ash was still floating in the air.

For the posthumous photo on the table, the frame is still there, but the glass of the frame is cracked with a huge opening, and the photo inside is nowhere to be seen.

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In the office of more than 100 square meters, all the fluorescent lights overhead are turned on, illuminating the only few desks, and people can see at a glance that there is only one person in the entire office.

Li Yun sat in the corner of the office, his mouse and keyboard connected, but he couldn't prevent the death of his character.

He looked at the dim screen, took a sip to himself, pushed the keyboard and mouse, folded his fingers behind his head, and leaned back in his chair.

The countdown was on the screen, but he knew that before his character could be resurrected, their team would lose completely.

"Spicy Chicken Teammates." Li Yun scolded angrily, reached out to take the teacup on the table, and raised it to his lips, his lips only felt a little wet.

He looked at the bottom of the teacup, put down his hand, ignored the automatic exit of the game, and the speech of his teammates in the chat window that was exactly the same as he had just made, and got up and walked to the pantry.

He passed several empty dusty desks, past recliners, treadmills, weights, and to the pantry that looked like a gourmet show kitchen.

Directly unscrewed the faucet above the pool, and took the filtered direct drinking water, Li Yun took two sips and frowned slightly.

It's his seventh day at work, and he still can't get used to the taste of filtered water.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he put the teacup on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets and drawers in the pantry.

Wall breakers, grinders, soybean milk machines, multi-function blenders, casseroles, iron pots, non-stick pans, shovels, simple gas stoves, biscuit grinders......

Li Yun rummaged for a long time, and finally found the kettle from the depths of a certain cabinet.

He washed the kettle, took the water, and put it on the cooker.

Soon, the sound of boiling water gave the quiet office a little more life.

Li Yun leaned back on the cooking table, looking out at the office and the row of windows.

It's getting dark.

His work today has not been done.

Actually, he didn't have to do any work.

He applied successfully, and on the first day of his job, his boss didn't show up. Two of his colleagues, one of whom had no scruples, brushed off his coat to reveal his bikini inside, and sunbathed by the office window; The other came to the office in the morning with fresh vegetables and fruits, got himself a meal replacement, and started working out after eating. He asked them what they were supposed to do, and they were pointed to a desk and a computer on the desk, and told him to post random content using the Weibo account that was automatically logged on it.

This is Li Yun's first time working in an online media company, and it is another fresh experience among the many firsts in his long life. This company, from the boss to the employees, their identities are very much in line with his appetite, but their work attitude makes him a little difficult to accept.

Maybe he should have fished with them and discussed with them how to tan and how to get fit, instead of thinking about working hard and getting acquainted with the boss who hasn't shown up for a week.

I can try it tomorrow and talk to them about moving to the staff dormitory.

Beep –

The kettle makes a high-pitched sound, reminding people that the water is boiling.

Li Yun came back to his senses, pressed the switch of the induction cooker, poured hot water into the cup, and gently blew the hot air that was wafting up.

He waited a long time before taking a sip of hot water, and his lips were slightly burned, causing him to gasp.

In the past seven days, he finally drank hot water in the office, and Li Yun's whole body felt a lot more comfortable.

He sighed contentedly and returned to his desk with his teacup in hand.

He glanced at the time, unchecked the game, and opened the browser.

The browser jumped directly to the homepage of Weibo, and the name of the account displayed above was "Strange Stories", and the number of unread messages was three.

Li Yun opened the unread message and found that it was a new comment.

No one came to submit a private message.

This account doesn't have many followers in the first place, and it hasn't received many private message contributions.

Before he took over management, his two colleagues hadn't used the account to post much. The few times they posted, they used the wrong account and directly used the company's account to forward some tanning and fitness-related pictures and videos. Those retweets marked with "horse" were not deleted afterwards.

After Li Yun took over, he cautiously did not touch the content. He is still figuring out how to get along with his colleagues and bosses. A week's experience taught him that he couldn't create a common topic with them on the job.

Li Yun decided not to edit today's netizen contributions.

No one cares about this thing anyway. His boss and colleagues had never taken the account seriously, and he didn't need to take it that seriously.

He was about to turn off the computer and go home to rest, when Li Yun heard a prompt tone.

The account received a new unread message.

Li Yun remembered the private message he received on his first day at work.

At that time, he studied the content posted by similar accounts on the Internet all day, but he still didn't know where to start, and he was almost about to open the skylight on the first day of work, and that private message saved him. Later, the netizen named "The name is not long enough" sent some private messages, saying that someone died in the ATM lattice or something, but Li Yun ignored it.

Someone died, how normal is that!

It's all haunted, and of course the unlucky ones who bump into the ghost are dead.

That name is not long enough to run fast enough to escape, should be happy, so what are you afraid of?

This kind of ghost encounter, which kills people randomly, does not chase a specific target. They don't have a goal. They just hide in some corners, killing those who can be killed, and they are beasts without sanity.

Li Yun didn't reply to the private message, nor did he block the name if it wasn't long enough. This kind of people who are unlucky, encounter ghosts, and survive with good luck happen every day. He didn't think so and simply ignored it.

In addition, in those days, he gradually learned to make up stories, and it didn't matter if no one contributed, let alone deal with that kind of crooked ordinary person.

Li Yun's consciousness was withdrawn from his memories, and his gaze fell on the computer screen.

On the seventh day of work, he received a rare new private message.