Don't follow the rules

Chapter 259 Sunday Program Production Center (99)
knock, knock, knock
It was a very slight knock on the window, full of testing meaning, as fine as a cautious little mouse, and difficult for ordinary people to detect, but this kind of sound could never escape Rao Qian's ears.

Even though he was immersed in the emotion of ending his life in the tea room, he still keenly captured the source of the sound.

"Is it the exterior window of the animation team?"

Employees of the company always use the main entrance. No one is too busy to knock on the window. Moreover, the windows of the animation team face the back of the building, which is close to the external stairs. There are often patrols on duty, but few employees pass by, and usually They sealed the windows so tightly that no light could come in.

Neither ordinary employees nor on-duty workers would knock on the windows. The only variables were the captain and the others.

Rao Qian looked at the time. It was still early. The employees in the animation team would not come to work so early. There was a high probability that their offices would be empty.

He poked his head out of the tea room and looked around for a moment. Although the captain and the others had already taken care of the two on-duty workers before leaving, they were too fragile. To be safe, it was better to proceed with caution.

Compared with early morning, the program production center in the early morning is actually less crowded.

The employees who had stayed up all night couldn't bear the intrusion of sleep at this time. Some went home and some took a nap. Except for Rao Qian, there was almost no one who was awake.

Rao Qian arrived at the animation team's office smoothly.

He stood in front of the door and knocked on the door symbolically. There was no movement in the room, so he opened the door of the animation team with confidence.

It has to be said that the office of the animation team is definitely the place with the highest concentration of Two-dimensional in the entire company.

It looks like any other office from the outside, but as soon as the door is opened, the Two-dimensional concentration in the entire room can definitely reach the lethal dose of a current officer. Rao Qian also relies on his old Two-dimensional attributes to survive Carrying it down.

"I go……"

Rao Qian couldn't help complaining: "You're not even going to be fired? At least you have to deal with eight generations of dead houses to be able to save like this."

Turning on the light, opening the door curtain made of various bars, Rao Qian stepped into the room, timid and unsure of where to start.

Everyone's work station is set up like a bridge architect's undergraduate graduation project. The table frame used to display figurines and scenery is tall, full, creative and shaky.

It seems that as long as someone makes a large move, it can trigger a desperate domino.

The ground doesn't look safe either. Perhaps to prevent possible table top collapse, many people have short-velvet floor mats under their workstations, and some people have a lot of doll trophies piled at their feet. Or express cartons, large and small, that you didn’t have time to open.

Rao Qian continued to walk inside. The astonishing number of figures with exaggerated postures were already the least worth mentioning.

He lowered his head and found an eye-catching mouse pad with an obvious bulge where his wrist rested. He originally thought it was just a simple tool to prevent tenosynovitis, but when he took a closer look, he found that it was the big breasts of a popular character in a new series.

Rao Qian quickly turned his head to the other side, and then saw that the mouse pad of his deskmate was another character's big leather drum.

"I'm going blind." Rao Qian covered his eyes sadly and slowly squatted down, "Loulan, I'm not clean anymore."

knock, knock, knock
The sound of gentle knocking on the window brought Rao Qian back from his thoughts, and he finally recalled what he came here for.

Rao Qian quickly stood up and carefully opened the curtains, fearing that he would knock over the Lego ornaments near the curtains and smash them to pieces.

"No. [-]?!" Rao Qian was pleasantly surprised, "It's indeed you, but even if you're here, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to pick you up."

Pushing open the window, Rao Qian reached out and slipped the child No. [-] into the room. He looked outside the window warily to make sure there was no patrol on duty before closing the window again.

"Okay, as long as we pick you up, we can... Uh, No. [-], what's wrong with you? Your little face is flushed." Rao Qian said strangely.Although No. [-] looks no different from an ordinary child, he is still a zombie after all, and it is absolutely impossible for a corpse to have a "color".

But when he looked at it now, two very obvious blushes appeared on his cheeks. His eyes were still clear, but they seemed to have a few more indescribable emotions than the usual indifferent eyes.

mood?

Rao Qian felt that he might have lost his brain due to the impact of the big leather drum mouse pad. No. [-] had no "life memory". He was a cyber zombie without self-awareness downloaded from the computer of the Fifth Hospital. They will examine how a sealed electronic shell with only some basic intelligence and instinct for autonomous action can have emotions.

He shook his head, trying to get the memory of the mouse pad out of his mind.

"No. [-], Ning Yao has called you here. Do you have any tasks for you?" As he spoke, Rao Qian began to observe the status of No. [-].This is an additional task assigned by the captain before they left.

No. [-] raised his blushing face, seemed to buffer the signal for a few seconds, then stretched out his little hand and pointed at Rao Qian.

"What do you mean? Just to protect me?" Rao Qian also pointed to himself along his finger. "If you think about it again, didn't they say anything about difficult tasks such as lurking and searching?"

Number One nodded, then shook his head.

Rao Qian also buffered for a few seconds and looked at each other with the little zombie: "Although...but, I can't take my child to work now. And even if this company dares to exploit adult social animals without a bottom line, it does not dare to blatantly recruit child labor. Bar."

He looked embarrassed: "If you still need to wander around to do other tasks, it's better to say that at the worst, you can shoot and change places, and I can cover you. But you only have the task of protecting me, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to monitor me for a long time. .”

"My office space is special. You can't get in and it's hard to hide."

Number [-]'s state seemed a bit confused. Although his ears were listening to Rao Qian's verbosity, he obviously didn't pay attention to Rao Qian's troubles at all.

Rao Qian patted his head: "Ask Ning Yao and the captain if they have any other tasks."

Hearing that he wanted to contact Ning Yao, No. [-] seemed to finally be in a trance, nodded and started trying to connect to Ning Yao's signal.

beep beep beep
There was a bit of a lag, but fortunately the signal was not blocked, and Ning Yao successfully received the connection request from No. [-].

"How is it? What do Ning Yao and the others say?" Rao Qian squatted aside helplessly.

No. [-] looked back at Rao Qian with his big bright eyes, then paused and stared at Rao Qian.

Rao Qian covered his face: "...I forgot that you can't speak."

"So, did Ning Yao give you a new mission?"

Number one shook his head.

"Or is it just the task of protecting me?"

Number One nodded.

"But I have to go to work in the mixing room. There's no way I can hide you there. Where are you hiding?"

Number One looked at Rao Qian, and Rao Qian looked at Number One.

(End of this chapter)