Fuck them
"team leader--"
Lu Miao, Weekend and He Pingan noticed that Wang Keke's cheeks were bulging.
She looked at Lu Miao, her eyes full of words. "You can't touch someone wearing a work ID."
God knows when she was mentally polluted, her mind went blank and she couldn't feel the existence of her body or herself at all. She thought she had turned into a corpse and was dead.
Weekend joked: "Don't eat too fast, after all, you are the only non-mainstream in the team."
Wang Keke widened her eyes and stomped on him hard.
The unexpected weekend made me frown in pain.
"What are you eating?" The aunt noticed that Wang Keke had something in her mouth.
Wang Keke was vague: "Holding the button to stay sane."
The aunt didn't know what was going on.
Then, they exchanged information and learned the horrific origin of the hole in the wall.
Shao Rongrong shivered and hugged her scarf tightly. "Actually, the purpose of the hole in the wall is to allow the guys with work badges to spy on us from another space. When the hole in the wall becomes bigger, will they crawl out?"
The four walls surrounding them were temporarily white, and the TV hanging on the wall was still showing color bars.
Lu Miao did not continue to discuss hypothetical questions, and rushed to point out the difference between the two duty notices.
"The two corridors are full of garbage, covering up the existence of overlapping spaces, but there are differences. Corridor A with bloody words corresponds to staircase A with bloody words, and also corresponds to the duty notice A posted in the corridor."
They nodded to show that they understood.
"Then the office with trash all over the floor belongs to Office A."
They continued to nod.
A tiny pinhole appeared on the wall.
"Space A is in a mess and there are messages written in blood. Does it look like a post-disaster escape?"
He Pingan clenched his fists excitedly. "The second duty notice is for the neat B space, so the language style of the notice is relatively gentle. I was thinking, space overlaps, what about time?"
A second pinhole appeared on the wall.
Shao Rongrong suddenly had an idea. "I interviewed a physicist to discuss the field of strange stories. He talked about the relationship between time, space and mass. Without mass, there is no space, and without space, there is no time. I also looked up relevant information. There is a sentence in the Tao Te Ching that verifies this point - protoplasm, mass gives birth to emptiness, emptiness gives birth to time, and time gives birth to all things."
"It means that the change of space is accompanied by the change of time." He Ping'an thought of the Golden Mansion Ghost Story Field, where parallel time and space and time loops appeared.
Time and space are inseparable.
"If the two duty notices imply time, space A represents the period after the disaster and space B represents the period before the disaster, which is equal to the future and the present." Lu Miao hit the nail on the head.
"Could that be the answer to the turtle soup mystery?"
Lu Miao shook his head. "I guess not. Mr. Shao also mentioned quality. Under the current circumstances, what represents quality?"
Shao Rongrong pondered, recalling the knowledge points that the physicist had said. "Let me think about it again... He mentioned mass... something about the universe..." Her eyes suddenly became bright. "The total mass of the universe is infinite!"
"Infinity?"
What is infinite here?
The bewildered crowd looked up and around for inspiration, but unexpectedly they saw finger-sized holes quickly appearing on the snow-white wall.
It was dark and I couldn’t count how many there were.
In a blink of an eye, they expanded significantly, as if invisible flames were burning the walls, leaving behind many charred black spots.
Everyone's scalp tingled at the thought of a lot of guys wearing work badges peeping on the other side of the wall.
"The mass is infinite..." Lu Miao muttered to himself.
"What do we do now? There's no safe place!"
Suddenly, a blinding light emanated from the hanging TV, and the color-bar picture changed, revealing a wide interior scene.
"Studio!"
The expressions of the four personnel on duty changed drastically.
“Someone’s using the studio!”
Seven or eight wooden figures appeared in the picture. They were wearing gray jumpsuits and walked stiffly towards the news broadcasting desk.
Everyone had a vague idea of what they were going to do.
"Go to the studio." Lu Miao made a prompt decision. "The four of you on duty go to the studio immediately."
"What are you going to do in the studio?"
"Whatever they do, you do."
"ah?"
Lu Miao held up the duty notice and explained, "This is an abnormal situation. You are allowed to use the studio, but you must enter space B, which is the 'now' studio, because only the 'now' studio is allowed to be used. Is there a telephone number for contacting here and the studio?"
"Yes, there is a landline connected to the control console." The director was shocked by Lu Miao's aura.
"Can the landline be used?" He Pingan was worried. "Will it not be hacked by those guys?"
"If we could hack, we would have heard the phone ringing. We are in Space B, and those guys have limited actions. Time is running out, so get to the studio."
One of the reasons why Lu Miao was anxious was that the mint candy that Wang Keke was holding in her mouth could not last long.
Once the time limit expires, Wang Keke will return to her infected state.
Lu Miao was startled.
Infect?
She hurriedly wrote down the tortoise soup on a blank piece of paper.
I wear nice clothes
Move into a new home
My younger brother and sister play with me
Mom is unhappy
Seeing the captain busy, Wang Keke took over the baton. "Weekend and I will escort you to the door of the studio. If you see the rules after entering, Zhang Yonggan, you take a picture of the rules inside, and we will keep in touch with the control desk."
At this time, on TV, two people in gray jumpsuits walked around behind the broadcast desk.
Shao Rongrong was amazed. "They don't want to report the news, do they?"
"Go in quickly!"
"Let's escort them together." Lu Miao put down the pen.
The cleaners each carried an office chair and escorted the four TV station staff on duty out of the wooden door of the large office.
The corridor was full of people. They stood against the wall, turned their heads in unison, and had their work badges hanging on their chests.
They both smiled weirdly at the same time.
"Fuck them!"
The office chairs pushed the guys back.
Lu Miao, Weekend and Wang Keke, who were standing in the first row, pressed hard, forcing the other side to retreat all the way to the door of the studio.
The staff on duty, led by Zhang Yonggan, squeezed into the brightly lit studio.
"go back!"
Lu Miao and others retreated with their office chairs and ran back to the news department.
At this moment, the walls of the news department were covered with dark holes, the size of a palm.
“So dense and scary!”
Next door, the four people who rushed into the studio looked like they were returning home.
Bah! No, I'm going back to work overtime!
Zhang Yonggan went to turn on the camera; Shao Rongrong threw away her scarf, skillfully tied up her long wavy hair, and walked to the dressing room next door; Director Lin went to the post-production area to provide support; and the uncle director went to the control room.
Four people wore internal wireless directors to communicate with each other and divided the work.
Zhang Yonggan pushed the camera around to shoot every corner of the studio. Then he found another picture of turtle soup on the wall outside the photography area:
They're on stage.
Everyone is still alive
Everybody died.
"What bad luck." Zhang Yonggan took a picture of the turtle soup and showed it to his neighbor.
Next door to the news department.
The TV on the wall changed the picture to show the turtle soup filmed by Zhang Yonggan.
The wall was full of black holes, expanding outwards.
"The TV screen can be covered." The cleaners were surprised.
Wang Keke was very excited. "The studio is where the winner is decided."
Lu Miao quickly copied down the contents of the second turtle soup. "This turtle soup doesn't have the last sentence asking for the answer... Both turtle soups point to the same truth. Ping An, ask them if they have found any new rules."
He Ping'an, holding the landline microphone, made an "OK" gesture and then instructed the director on the other end of the phone.
After a while, the TV screen changed, and the camera was roaming around to shoot the inside of the studio - the cameraman was looking for new rules.
While Zhang Yonggan was looking for new rules, Shao Rongrong, wearing a suit jacket, returned to the photography area and sat upright behind the broadcasting desk, waiting to report the news.
There was no news release on the table, and the teleprompter in front of the table was blank. She took a deep breath, dug out the news broadcast today from her memory, and engraved it in her mind.
“There are no new rules posted in the dressing rooms or at the announcer’s desk.”
“No new rules were found in the post-production area either.”
"Not in the control room."
“Neither did any other part of the studio.”
Through the wireless director's call, the director gave feedback of the situation to He Ping'an.
Zhang Yonggan pushed the camera back to the photography area and adjusted the angle to shoot the news anchor.
"... Damn, another studio is squeezing our footage!"
The three heard the director's complaints.
"What's on the TV?"
"Oh, that's a picture of the cleaners sitting behind the broadcasting desk. Don't tell me they are really going to report the news."
Shao Rongrong really wanted to take off the silk scarf covering her face and show a disgusted expression. "What do outsiders know about reporting? Don't defile our studio."
"Keep up, Host Shao!" Zhang Yonggan encouraged her.
Next door to the news department.
The holes in the wall expanded further, surrounding them like dirty mold.
Lu Miao and Yu Xiaowan sat on the ground, thinking about two servings of turtle soup.
Others stared at the hole in the wall and the TV.
At this moment, the two dull cleaners on TV stared at the camera blankly and took off their masks.
The two of them moved their lips and began to speak.
“Death is the irreversible and permanent cessation of the loss of all properties of a living system that sustain its existence.”
As soon as the words fell, their minds were in a daze.
Wang Keke responded alertly: “Turn off the TV!”
The old lady and the young man hurriedly touched the bottom of the TV and pressed it hard.
They cried: "I can't turn it off!"
"Where's the remote? Turn down the volume!"
“I didn’t find it…”
"Hurry to the neighbors to report the news!" Lu Miao clenched his fists to stay calm.
He Ping'an immediately gave instructions to the neighbors next door.
"The heart stopped, the breathing stopped..." The two cleaners on TV said in unison, with no ups and downs in their tone.
Lu Miao supported himself on the ground with one hand and survived the moment of suffocation.
Their physical conditions changed along with the mental pollution spread by the two cleaners.
That's too bad.
“…brain death is considered a marker of death.”
Everyone's mind went blank for a moment.
"Hurry up and report the news next door!" The young man squatted down with his head in his hands.
At the same time, the holes in the wall became as big as an adult's palm, and the candlelight and flashlight made the sparkling eyeballs faintly visible behind the holes.
"Death also takes time, for example, internal organs begin to fail..."
"...Recently, various government agencies..."
Shao Rongrong's voice interrupted the voices of the two cleaners, and the TV screen began to flicker.
“Study democracy comprehensively and deeply…”
"…nervous…system…"
The TV sometimes flashed the image of the cleaner, and sometimes inserted the image of Shao Rongrong's report.
"The core socialist values of civilization, prosperity, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, and friendliness..."
The sonorous and powerful voice covered the mechanical and old-fashioned voice.
The TV screen stopped flickering and showed Shao Rongrong reporting the news professionally and seriously.
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