An hour later, the ride-hailing car stopped in front of the warehouse of an abandoned factory.

After getting out of the car, I was about to say thank you to the driver, but he just kicked the accelerator and drove away.

I sighed and walked towards the main door of the warehouse.

"This is where my interview will be?" Looking at the blackened bloodstains on the door of the warehouse, I hesitated for a long time, but still pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as I entered, a pungent fishy smell came to my nose.

There are a few incandescent light bulbs hanging from the roof of the warehouse.

But the flickering lights are even more eerie.

"Is anyone there?"

I asked tentatively as I walked cautiously forward.

But no one responded to me.

Walking to the innermost part of the warehouse, I saw a dilapidated wooden door next to the interior wall.

"The interviewer should be inside this wooden door."

I took a deep breath and pushed the wooden door open.

"It's so cold in here...... It's like an ice cellar. When I walked into the room, I shuddered, and my eyes quickly scanned the environment.

There wasn't much space inside, and there was a mahogany table right in front of me.

On the other side of the table sat a man and a woman.

Both men wore black professional suits, with the man wearing a demon mask on his face and the woman wearing a demon fox mask on her face.

I opened my mouth and just wanted to say something, but the woman wearing the demon fox mask straightened her proud chest and said in a bewitching tone, "Are you here for an interview?" ”

"Yes, yes." I nodded.

"This afternoon, someone found me and said that your company is going to recruit a group of anchors, and they will be well paid."

"Oh? What do you mean, you were a streamer before? So what type of streamer are you? The hoarse voice of the man in the demon mask rang out, his hands crossed over his chin. The demon mask covered his face, but it couldn't stop his knife-like eyes.

"I used to be an entertainment anchor, but I didn't have much popularity after live streaming for more than half a year. If I don't have popularity, the platform won't sign up with me. So, I basically didn't have any income for most of the year. It's a rare opportunity now, and I don't want to miss it. ”

I'm telling the truth, but I deliberately tilted my head away from the man's gaze as I said this.

"I see, so I'm going to ask you a few questions before the interview begins."

I took a deep breath: "Excuse me." ”

"Name?"

"Chen Beize."

"Age?"

"24 years old."

"Do you usually watch horror movies?"

"Horror movies are okay, just watch them occasionally."

The man in the demon mask smiled, and then put his hand on the mask on his face: "My question is finished. ”

That's it? They only asked me my name, my age, and whether I usually watch horror movies.

Just when I was wondering, the bewitching voice of a woman wearing a demon fox mask suddenly sounded.

"Now your interview has officially begun. I'm going to ask you three questions that I hope you'll answer later. ”

"I'll just say...... How can the interview be so simple" I muttered to myself, then nodded and replied, "Okay, excuse me." ”

"The first problem is that you wake up one morning and find yourself in a hospital bed with your hands and feet tightly tied. You try to remember what happened last night, but your head is like an explosion, and you can't remember anything. At this time, a doctor in a white coat walked into the ward. After looking at you, the doctor asks if your condition is improving. How do you answer? ”

After hearing the woman's question, I was suddenly stunned.

What kind of problem is this?

I frowned slightly, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

"You only have 10 seconds to think, and the countdown begins."

Only 10 seconds? I also said that I hope I will answer it later! I didn't have a time to think about it, the time was up.

I couldn't help it, so after a little thought, I said, "I'll tell the doctor that I'm not sick, that I'm not sick, that I'm not getting better." ”

The woman wearing the demon fox mask sighed, as if she was in the doctor's perspective, and said in a cold tone: "It seems that your condition is still very serious, and you still don't admit that you are sick." ”

Hearing the woman's words, a flash of lightning flashed through my mind.

The next second, I almost blurted out.

"Am I in a mental hospital?"

"That's right." The woman replied in a flat tone.

"Since I'm in a psychiatric hospital, I think I might not answer the doctor's questions and choose to remain silent. Because no matter what I answered, the doctor's conclusion was that I was sick. ”

It seemed that my answer satisfied the woman in the demon fox mask, and after nodding slightly, she moved on to the next question.

"Second question. When you were 30 years old, you went out to work, and your family had only a 70-year-old mother and a five-year-old child besides your wife. Half a year later, when you return to the village, the women of the village will point fingers at you and talk about you secretly. When you get home, you find your mother lying on the bed dying, your wife crying with her wounds, and the child gone. You rage and ask your wife what's going on. My wife told you that not long after you went out to work, a few ruffians from the village broke into your house, injured your mother, insulted your wife, and snatched your child and sold it to traffickers. Excuse me, what decision will you make after getting this news? This is a multiple-choice question with three options. First, choose to call the police, believe that the law is fair, and will definitely give you an explanation. Second, swallow your anger and move to the city with your mother and wife to start a new life. Three, secretly prepare everything, and find an opportunity to kill all those ruffians with your own hands, and if conditions allow, kill their families as well. The countdown begins, make your choice. ”

After listening to the second question asked by the woman, I gritted my teeth and frowned, as if I had substituted myself into the role of the story.

First of all, I definitely won't choose option two. If this kind of thing happens, if "I" can still swallow my anger, is it still worthy of being called a human being?

As for option one, in fact, I don't want to choose, in my opinion, even if "I" choose to call the police, those ruffians will go to jail if they break the sky, and compared to the beastly things they do, jail is really too cheap for them.

Taking a deep breath, I looked firmly at the woman wearing the demon fox mask, and replied word by word, "I choose the third option and kill them all." ”