this is not a joke

Chapter 1 Strange talk?

"Have you heard that there are dead people in Baiyun Building? It is said that six people died!"

Colleague Zhou Xin came over and looked at Wei An with a gossip.

Wei An nodded: "There was already a news bulletin last night. These six people belonged to the same company, and it was said that they died unexpectedly due to unknown reasons."

"Do you still believe in the news?" Zhou Xin waved his hand and said, "I think the deaths of these people are mostly related to the weird rumors on the Internet recently!"

Wei An froze for a moment.

Recently, there has indeed been a rumor circulating on the Internet, saying that some strange events have occurred in various parts of the world of Deep Blue Star, which is called "weird talk".

But almost no one can survive after encountering "weird stories".

For example, many netizens posted on forums claiming that when their friends were having sex in public toilets, they sent messages or called to tell themselves that a dry hand passed him toilet paper from the next door, and then all the people who asked for help Disappeared, never found.

Another example is the sudden death of six company employees in Baiyun Building yesterday. There was news on the Internet that it was during working hours and everyone was in the office. But in the blink of an eye, other colleagues found that these six people had disappeared strangely. Their bodies were found in the building, two of them in the toilet, two in the elevator and two in the stairwell.

Their death conditions are extremely terrifying!
Now the word "weird talk" has been widely circulated. Of course, there are other sayings among the people, but before the official voice is not unified, everyone is just guessing.

"I feel like I will be the next target!" Zhou Xin frowned and said worriedly.

Wei An patted him on the shoulder: "Let's let it be, it's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided. If it's really a strange story, look at it like this, if we bump into it, we won't be able to resist at all."

"Although I can't resist it, it can still be avoided." Zhou Xin turned on the phone screen, "Look, I found a "Ghost Talk Survival Rules Version 2.0". Don't go out, and run away immediately when you see someone walking backwards on the street..."

Wei An interrupted him, pointing to the two words on the lower right corner of the mobile phone page, and said: "Your rules seem to be from the two-dimensional comic "Living Soul". Well, my nephew also likes to read it, and two hundred episodes have been updated. gone."

Zhou Xin: "..."

"Nima! Who is so vicious to cheat downloads?!" Zhou Xin blushed and turned off the phone page.

Then he looked at the time, smiled, and reminded Wei An: "It's off work, let's go together."

Wei An shook his head and replied, "I'll finish this game plot right away, you go first."

Zhou Xin turned off the computer, and said with a serious expression: "Don't work overtime, don't work overtime, don't work overtime, it's best not to work overtime, especially night shifts."

"Understood." Wei An nodded, "I will leave the company in half an hour at most."

After get off work, the huge office area quickly quieted down, and needles could be heard.

Wei An raised his head and looked at the other office cubicles, and saw that all his colleagues had already left on time. Ever since a large number of inexplicable deaths began to occur in this world, people's living habits have unknowingly changed.

So far, the website with more comprehensive information about ghost stories on the Internet is called "Eye of Ghost Talk".

According to the website's statistics, it is said that the first unexplainable strange event, that is, the first "weird talk" appeared about three months ago.

At present, the number of strange stories that have occurred cannot be counted for the time being, but according to the website's speculation, all human beings caught in the strange incidents should have died, and no one has been heard of leaving alive.

As a result, it is impossible to know what happened to these people in the strange talk.

Wei An is 23 years old this year. He does not belong to any crossing army. He was born and raised on Deep Blue Star. He is the only child in his family with both parents. He usually likes to read novels. He has in-depth research on the strength analysis of Ultraman Tiga and Ultraman Zeta. unique opinion.

After graduation, Wei An joined the current "Huafei Game Company" and worked on game plots in the planning department.

The fact that he chose to stay at the end was not because of overtime work. After the surroundings became quiet, Wei An's attention quickly shifted to the computer screen in front of him.

Shown on the screen is a beta version of the plot editor.

And in Wei An's mind, an editor with similar appearance also appeared at this moment.

After comparing for a while, he finally dared to confirm that the plot editor in his mind was the one on the computer screen in front of him.

It's just that there are some unknown gray buttons in this editor in my mind.

For some unknown reason, this beta version of the plot editor, which is often used at ordinary times, suddenly appeared in Wei An's mind from yesterday.

This is a very unpopular software, and it seems that there will be no more official versions. The function of this beta version is also very simple. In addition to displaying the main line and branch lines of the entire plot, it can also be used according to the input half of the plot. The follow-up half of the plot is launched in a bloody way.

Usually Wei An's head is short-circuited, or when he wants to be lazy, he only needs to make a slight modification according to the follow-up plot launched by the intelligence, saving time and effort.

After confirming, he tried to start the editor in his mind, but found that it was the same as yesterday, and there was no response.

After several more attempts, Wei An gave up.

I looked at the time, it was already past six o'clock.

Wei An turned off the computer, his body shivered for no reason.

He suddenly realized that the office was too quiet at the moment, and with the recent spread of strange rumors, even though it was still bright outside, it still made him feel nervous.

Walking out of the office, Wei An vigilantly looked at the aisle leading to the bathroom. After confirming that there was nothing unusual there, Wei An went to pee at the fastest speed, and by the way, he took care of the textured perm that he usually cared for carefully in front of the bathroom mirror. hairstyle.

Back in the office, Wei An quickly put away his things, and put a black men's satchel across his left shoulder. When he looked up, he saw another colleague, Zeng Guofa, walking in.

"Brother Fa, didn't you leave? Why do you have to come back to work overtime?" Wei An asked in surprise.

Zeng Guofa sits in an office all year round. He is slightly fat, his hair is messy all the time, and his skin is oily.

He shook his head: "Why overtime? The boss asked me to send him a file, but he forgot to copy it to the USB drive when he left."

"Oh." Wei An turned off the computer socket under the table, "Then I'll go first, and you close the office door behind."

Zeng Guofa quickly turned on the computer, but instead of inserting a USB flash drive, he tapped on the keyboard.

Wei An frowned and walked towards the office door.

At this moment, his cell phone rang, and it was Zhou Xin calling.

As soon as the connection was made, Zhou Xin said in an exaggerated tone: "Weian, something is wrong!"

"What? Did you encounter a strange story?" Wei An joked.

"No." Zhou Xin spoke quickly and authentically: "Zeng Guofa got into a car accident on his way back from get off work, and I'm rushing to the scene."

"what?!"

Wei An was shocked, maintaining his posture of making a phone call, his whole body stiffened at the door of the office.

He really wanted to look back at the fat, greasy middle-aged man who was sitting behind the desk just now, but he didn't have the courage to turn his head.

Zhou Xin didn't know what was going on here, so he continued on the phone and said, "I heard that someone died. My place is very close to the scene of the car accident. Now go and see what's going on. I hope Zeng Guofa is okay!"

The sound of typing on the keyboard behind him stopped at some point.

Wei An felt that his throat was dry and his Adam's apple moved, but he couldn't make any sound.

"Hey... hello... Wei An..."

Wei An could no longer hear the voice from the phone, and his attention had already shifted to behind him.

At this time, the office chair not far away suddenly made a moving sound, and the fat man sitting on the chair seemed to stand up.

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