You sit in front of the computer screen, chin propped up, waiting for the second contributor to send you the story of what happened between him and his classmates in his hometown.
However, after the private message bar flashes for a while, you find that the system seems to be stuck.
Hi, sorry, I encountered some very unusual things when I went back to my hometown this fall and wanted to share them for your reference.
[Hello, excuse me, if you don't mind, I'd like to share something that happened when I went back to my hometown this fall.]
I'm a junior in college. I encountered some things when I returned to my hometown this year, and I'd like to share them.
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You looked at the private messages that were being sent repeatedly with similar content, and your brows furrowed.
Is it because the system is stuck, so you sent out all the beginnings that you didn't send out before at once?
You thought doubtfully, and then waited for a while, intending to wait for the follow-up from the contributor.
However, after a few minutes, more and more private messages came in. When I clicked on them, they all started with the same message.
You're getting a little impatient.
"Click."
At this moment, you suddenly heard the sound of something falling from the table.
Um?
You were startled and looked down to find that it was a pen.
The cylindrical pen rolled all the way to your feet.
You bent down in surprise to pick up the pen, then stretched your neck and looked around.
The dilapidated, dark and air-conditioned office was empty.
You're the only one here.
Where did this pen come from?
You searched everywhere but couldn't find the source of the pen, and you felt a little uneasy.
After hesitating for a few minutes, you sat back in your seat and stuffed the pen into the messy pen holder on your desk.
It is at this moment that you realize with surprise that in the inconspicuous pen holder, all the pens are exactly the same - the same as the one in your hand.
How strange, is this the company's designated office pen?
You were a little surprised, but ultimately didn't think too much about it.
Pushing the pen holder to the corner of the table, you rubbed your temples and decided to focus back on your work.
But when you look closely at the computer, you are surprised to see two extra words in the dialog box with the unknown contributor.
[Run away——]
When the hell was this sent out?
You have no recollection of it. Did you accidentally touch the quick reply keyboard when you stood up? You wondered with uncertainty.
After that inexplicable reply, the author who had been submitting their manuscripts abruptly stopped sending messages. Your heart skipped a beat, and you prepared to explain, but as soon as you pressed enter, the system displayed a message saying that the other party's account no longer existed.
You are in deep confusion.
Immediately afterwards, you received a submission from another newcomer.
For a moment, you can't care about anything else, and you can only bite the bullet and shift your attention from canceling your account to new submissions.
You prayed that the bot's submissions would be normal, but this time, your expectations were dashed again.
My ex-boyfriend is missing.
But I know he's not missing, he's dead.
[But he still wouldn't let me go.]
He's back again.
[What should I do... I'm going crazy...]
Every day, every day I can feel his presence.
He became increasingly noisy, yelling every day, "It's so cold, so cold..."
He asked me to let him out.
How is that possible? If I let him out, wouldn't he just keep pestering me like before?
I can't stand it anymore. I just want him to stop bothering me.
[But it's no use. No matter where I run to, he will find me and haunt me.]
[Who can come and save me. ]
Why won't he let me go?
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Jianxibot Submission Number: 230218
"broth"