"grass!"

Mo Guangyuan jumped up. He looked carefully and saw a small spider crawling on his silk thread and slowly falling down. If he didn't pay attention, it would probably fall on Mo Guangyuan.

He picked up a newspaper from his colleague at the next table, wrapped it around spider silk, and gave the spider a clean and painless death.

Mo Guangyuan sat down and looked at the ceiling again. After making sure there were no spiders, he put on his headphones.

The guys in suits on the road were gathering. He saw Lu Ban coming among the group and saw the man in a suit standing in the middle, twitching and struggling.

The man in the suit let out a hoarse cry, and then a tentacle stretched out from his throat.

"hiss--"

Mo Guangyuan took a breath. The performance was so real that he felt deeply connected to it. He even felt like there was something in his throat.

No, it really seems like there is something.

Mo Guangyuan coughed twice, but couldn't stop the itching in his throat, so he continued coughing.

His cough formed a subtle resonance with the scene in the movie where the tentacles broke out of the body, and became more and more intense.

After coughing for a while, Mo Guangyuan finally recovered. Tears welled up in his eyes and his back ached.

He wanted to believe that he was just infected by the scenes in the movie, just like when he saw others laughing, he couldn't help laughing.

In the movie, those people in suits began to struggle, and more twisted monsters appeared around Lu Ban.

These people grabbed Lu Ban's hands and feet, preventing him from leaving, as if they wanted to assimilate him.

Fortunately, the girl who knew magic took action and repelled the monster in a suit, allowing Lu Ban to escape.

Along the way, the three of them saw that the residents of the town had all turned into such monsters, and the entire town had fallen into madness and perversion. Just looking at these scenes made Mo Guangyuan feel a palpitation, as if those tentacles were hidden in his throat.

When they arrived at the church, the three men saw the priest and asked him about what had happened in the town, but the priest only showed them the second half of the novel, which was what the three men had just experienced.

Moreover, the priest told them that everything was arranged by God. God created the world and could control everything.

“Is this turning into a religious philosophy film?”

Mo Guangyuan continued watching and heard a voice asking the protagonists to go down to the basement.

In the basement, the novelist who has been hiding for an entire movie finally emerges.

He was sitting at a desk, with a bronze door with an ancient feel behind him. Before anyone could say anything, the door was suddenly hit with a loud noise.

Mo Guangyuan's eyelids twitched. This atmosphere gave him a bad feeling.

Then, in the following time, the novelist who looked like the final boss showed the three people the reality of this world.

Mo Guangyuan also went from being completely confused at the beginning to gradually understanding the picture of the whole world through the changes in the pictures and the novelist's confession.

A horror story that becomes reality once written. For the nameless Old Ones who feed on horror stories, the whole world is nothing but a plaything that He can destroy at any time. Even if the novelist abandons himself and conceives a wonderful reincarnation loop, this method is only based on the premise that the god will not suddenly wake up or change his interest.

The whole world is like a dream, it will shatter at the slightest touch.

This feeling of powerlessness spread from Mo Guangyuan's limbs. He seemed to have become a part of that world and lamented the hopeless future.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, even in Mo Guangyuan's own world, the future may not be so bright.

Human wars, hunger, and poverty are all leading the world to destruction.

And the entire universe seems to be telling humans that the end of evolution is destruction.

Mo Guangyuan suddenly became depressed.

At the end of the movie, although the novelist's plan was successful and the protagonists escaped, it seemed like a happy ending, but the outside world was still dark.

It's not darkness in the physical sense, but darkness that makes people feel despair.

"Black, really black!"

Mo Guangyuan took off his headphones and couldn't help but curse.

He now felt like being thrown into a pot like a dish and being tossed by the chef for several hours.

My mind is in a mess, filled with pessimism about the future, lamentations about the misfortunes of life, and despair about the vision of human civilization.

After sitting for a long time, Mo Guangyuan had forgotten his original intention.

He wanted to write an audit opinion, but didn't know how to start.

At this time, we usually start with whether it has passed the review and what modifications are suggested.

But Mo Guangyuan couldn't think of this.

He just felt sad.

It took a long time for Mo Guangyuan to come back to his senses when his wife sent him a WeChat message asking him whether he would go home for dinner.

He packed up his things, turned off the computer, turned off the lights, locked the door, said hello to the security guard Uncle Qin, and left the office.

Along the way, I felt lost.

Mo Guangyuan returned home. He didn't listen to what his wife said. He picked up the chopsticks and ate but it tasted like wax.

When my wife saw this, she became angry.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Don't you usually not work overtime in your company? Why did you come back so late today?"

Hearing his wife's words, Mo Guangyuan suddenly felt a little strange.

There are so many problems in this world, but I have to worry about such trivial matters with my wife.

He felt that life had become boring.

This feeling is just like when I first read an article about the origin of life and the picture of the universe in elementary and junior high school, and I magnified my thoughts to tens of millions or hundreds of millions of years later.

Simply put, it is sage mode.

Men in sage mode are very numb to external stimuli.

Mo Guangyuan spent the whole night in a daze, even his dreams were about movie scenes. When he woke up the next morning, he felt refreshed.

"What the hell was I thinking about last night!"

Mo Guangyuan realized later that the end of the universe and the destruction of the world had nothing to do with him. Instead of worrying about these things, he might as well worry about whether he could get a larger year-end bonus.

He came to the office, turned on his computer, thought for a while, and carefully filled out the review opinion for "In the Mouth of a Madman", defining it as suitable for viewing by adults over 18 years old.

The corresponding movies will have pop-up reminders when tickets are sold to prevent parents from taking their children to watch the movies.

Of course, Mo Guangyuan’s review opinion is only part of the story. Ultimately, this film must be reviewed by at least three reviewers. If they are all judged to be passable, it will continue to be reported to the leadership before it can be finally confirmed and get the Dragon Mark.

At noon, Mo Guangyuan saw that all three reviewers of "In the Mouth of a Madman" had passed it, and the next step was to show it to the leaders for confirmation.

He got up and went to the cafeteria to eat with his colleagues. When passing by the entrance of the office building, he found that the security guard seemed to have been replaced by a young man he was not familiar with, not Uncle Qin.

"Hey, where is Mr. Qin?"

Mo Guangyuan asked his colleague casually.

"……you do not know?"

My colleague suddenly stopped and asked in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Guangyuan suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Uncle Qin had a heart attack at home yesterday morning and passed away in the afternoon. I remember mentioning it in the group chat. Have you forgotten?"

Mo Guangyuan felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave after hearing his colleague's words.

"Then last night..."

Mo Guangyuan thought of Uncle Qin whom he met last night, and suddenly a chill ran down his spine.

Who was it that he saw and spoke to?