You stared at those strange, mumbling private messages for a while.
The air conditioner is so cold, you shiver and your patience runs out.
At this moment, you accidentally glanced at the lower right corner of the computer and realized that it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.
Wait, how come it's so fast?
You feel a little surprised, but then happiness surges into your heart.
Intellectually and intuitively, you don't want to stay in the office any longer, so you immediately turn off your computer, quickly pack up your bags, and leave your desk.
You want to find the chief officer and tell him about leaving get off work. After all, you have been wandering around in such a shabby company for a long time and can't find the device to punch in and out.
It's so quiet around you, as if you are the only one left in the building.
You feel a slight chill on your back, and just as you are about to leave without a second thought, you suddenly hear the sound of a computer starting up.
etc?
Is there anyone else in the office?
You were startled and followed the sound to find that the place where the computer screen was lit was actually your own position.
You are very surprised, frowning and returning to your seat to take a look. Then you find that the computer you turned off before has not only restarted, but the previous private message page has also appeared on the screen.
I am very happy.
He is still the same neurotic sender as before, and he is still sending you messages one after another until this moment, but the emotions contained in those words are completely different from before.
You can even feel a dirty and sticky ecstasy flowing along the words emerging on the screen.
I had achieved the happiness I had always dreamed of. I could feel the blood coursing through his body, and I could personally experience his every breath, every heartbeat, and even the movement of all his internal organs. Every thought of his, even the slightest, like the ripples on a lake caused by a breeze, would flow through me, leaving me dizzy. I could hear everything he heard, see everything he saw... This feeling was so wonderful, even heaven could be compared to this.
I can finally devote everything I have to him. How happy I am! I can accompany him through every minute of his life in such a profound and meticulous way...
[I know how to make him happy. I like to let my dear god experience the insignificant pleasures I offer him during his rest time, just as he occasionally rewards my humble existence with physical pleasures...]
…
He then sent a long, nuanced lyric, and you stared at the words, shocked not by the content itself, but by the fact that the operator didn't directly block these words.
Have the standards been relaxed to this extent now?
You muttered to yourself dryly, pretending not to notice anything was wrong, lowered your head and turned off the phone again, then you put on your bag and hurriedly left the company where you had only worked for a day.
What a joke.
In the elevator, you looked a little pale. In stark contrast to your outward calmness, you were screaming inside—
Just now, while you were looking at your computer, you clearly saw several shadowy figures reflected in the blurry light on the screen. Those shadows seemed to be trapped in the seat, constantly wriggling like wisps of smoke.
Damn, you decided not to come again.
After leaving the building, your cell phone rang. Your lover gently asked about your work today, and your emotions found an outlet at this time.
You chattered on and on, desperately telling the other person about the weird things about that company. After you finally finished, you calmed down a lot.
However, you noticed that the lover on the other side of the microphone was silent for a long time.
He was willing to talk at the beginning, but in the end, he, who was always considerate, didn't say a word.
What's wrong?
You frowned and couldn't help but ask.
At this time, your lover finally spoke hoarsely into the microphone. He confirmed the address of your new company with you, and then said, "...wasn't the building you mentioned demolished two years ago?
You were stunned.
You were just about to say how could that be possible, after all, you just walked out of there a few minutes ago.
As you thought about it, you turned your head and then you froze.
...The place where the building should have been is now empty, with only a gloomy sky and gray haze.
You are completely dumbfounded.
You have never encountered anything like this before and you even wonder if you are dreaming.
Then you subconsciously opened your phone to confirm, only to find several unread messages on your phone - that was the contact information that the HR left for you when you submitted your resume.
And now these messages on your phone are text messages from HR asking why you are absent.
The last message is from the HR telling you in an indifferent tone that you don't need to work for that company anymore because of your unexplained absence.
Well, for you, this is probably the most terrifying news you have received today.
You returned home in a daze and distraught.
When you were about to go upstairs, you happened to meet a property staff member. The staff member stopped you awkwardly and asked if you had put rat poison in your home, causing the rat to die in the corner.
The neighbors around here have been complaining about the bad smell coming from your house.
After a long day of exhaustion, you were no longer in the mood to answer the property management staff's questions. You impatiently said it had nothing to do with you. After that, you hurriedly pushed the property management staff away and rushed back to your home.
You're really tired and scared, and you just want to vent your panic to your lover.
After opening the door, some small flying insects buzzed into your face.
You didn't care too much about it. After all, it's been like this these days. Although the air conditioner has been turned to the lowest setting, the indoor temperature is still that high, and there is no way to prevent the maggots from hatching.
The room was dark, and the lights had gone out at some point.
Your lover is just like you when you go out to work in the morning, lying motionless in bed and resting.
You opened the door a crack and greeted him, as if he cared about you as well, and you were also very worried about him being home alone.
"How are you feeling today? Still feeling unwell?"
You asked.
"I'm just a little dizzy. What could possibly happen to me, being home alone? Honestly, your experience today was even more terrifying, wasn't it? How on earth did you manage to work in a building that was demolished two years ago?"
The lover said worriedly in the darkness.
"How should I know..."
You scratched your hair dejectedly and were about to complain about having to continue submitting resumes to look for a job tomorrow when a text message suddenly appeared on your phone.
Eh?
Ever since your lover fell ill, you have had no contact with your previous relatives and friends. Who would contact you at this time?
You unconsciously clicked on the message, but what came into view was the extremely familiar mobile app private message background.
But...but you clearly haven't logged into this account on your phone?
You are shocked, but messages from the backstage have already come in one after another.
[Hello bot, I want to contribute. ]
[I'd like to ask you to help me find someone. That person is my younger brother... Not long ago, he stole a corpse from a funeral home and then disappeared.]
"My brother might have some mental problems. He clearly didn't recognize the body at all, but he was like a ghost. The first time he saw it, he said it was his lover..."
[The cremation was scheduled for the next day, but my brother said that while he was applying makeup to the body, the other person kept chatting with him.]
[My brother said that the corpse kept telling him...]
Jianxibot Submission Number: 230302
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