Soup Base
"At 8 o'clock this morning, in Luoshui County, Shangyang City, Western Province, a highway bridge collapsed due to a flash flood, causing some vehicles to fall into the river..."
Shao Rongrong on TV calmly reported the news, giving the cleaners in the news department next door a chance to catch their breath.
If you ignore her funny face-covering scarf, she is a news anchor with strong professional qualities. She speaks at a moderate pace, with clear and powerful voice.
Lu Miao rubbed his brows to ease his headache and looked at the two servings of turtle soup again.
The surroundings were like burnt walls, covered with black holes as big as children's balls.
The hole reveals unscrupulous prying eyes, and even dense, greedy faces.
Others felt their scalps tingling and tried to stand together and away from the wall.
The content of the second turtle soup is easy to understand, and it corresponds exactly to the two camps using the studio.
If Shao Rongrong fails to suppress the cleaners who spread spiritual pollution, the whole army will be wiped out.
Lu Miao and Yu Xiaowan focused on the contents of the first turtle soup.
"Captain, the subject of the first two sentences is 'I'. It was 'I' who moved into the new house. Did the new house already have younger brothers and sisters? Or did the younger brothers and sisters appear later? Why is my mother unhappy?" Yu Xiaowan didn't understand.
"The hole in the wall has gotten bigger again..." the girl with earrings reminded anxiously.
"Take candles and flammable items and burn them close to the wall." Lu Miao said.
"Near the wall?"
She didn't explain much. "Maybe it can slow down the growth of the hole in the wall."
The girl with earrings, the middle-aged woman and others were hesitant.
Weekend and Wang Keke believed the captain's judgment and followed his advice immediately.
There was a lot of waste paper here. The two men moved a pile away and struck matches near the wall.
The light from the burning paper reflected on the faces in the wall, who showed expressions of fear.
"It's useful!" The girl with earrings hurriedly moved a pile over.
Others followed suit.
Lu Miao then said to Yu Xiaowan: "The soup of turtle soup corresponds to the situation we are facing. We need to solve it according to the current situation. First of all, the first sentence, 'good-looking' and 'clothes' should be written out emphatically. We can't ignore them."
Yu Xiaowan frowned as she picked up the duty notice distributed in the office. "Can the noodle soup be matched with the rules?"
She stared at the bold purple text and suddenly pointed to Rule 6: During the maintenance of the local circuit, the access control is invalid. Please pay attention to non-duty personnel sneaking in. Also, please close the door when entering or leaving.
"Look at Item 3 of the duty notice posted in the corridor."
Yu Xiaowan immediately looked for Rule 3. "If you encounter a colleague who claims to be on duty in the corridor, please confirm whether the other party is wearing a work badge. If they are wearing one, avoid communicating with the other party and leave the corridor immediately."
"Huh?" She had an idea. "These two rules support each other. The rules recognize that Zhang Yonggan and his team are on-duty personnel, so other personnel except the cleaners are off-duty personnel. Work permit! Nice clothes!"
"That's right." Lu Miao's eyes were shining in the candlelight. "People wearing work badges are disguised as on-duty personnel. This is their nice-looking clothes."
"Does the new home refer to the TV station?"
Lu Miao did not answer. "The singular 'I' pretended to be the person on duty, and the younger brothers and sisters appeared behind to play with 'I', which means that the younger brothers and sisters belong to the same camp as 'I'."
"Could it be..." Yu Xiaowan's hair stood on end and he looked around at the densely packed holes in the wall.
The goose-yellow candlelight made the faces inside the wall obscure.
A pair of bright eyes stared at him eagerly.
Yu Xiaowan tapped her head anxiously. "What's the connection between 'mom' and 'new home'? Is there a role called 'mom' in our experience?"
Lu Miao was silent and thoughtful.
Mom is unhappy. Why?
Are mom, me, my brothers and sisters in the same camp?
Is my mother unhappy with me, or with my younger siblings? Or is she unhappy with me, my younger siblings, and the whole group?
What exactly is “I”?
The temperature in the office began to rise, and the smell of burning paper and plastic filled the air.
“Ahem—”
The burning smoke was choking.
"…Recently, the health department arranged for quality inspection personnel to test the nuclear radiation index of seawater and found that the nuclear radiation index continued to rise, and found that many deformed marine life bodies floated to the surface of the sea…"
Nuclear radiation index...Lu Miao caught a fleeting ray of inspiration.
"Captain, the waste paper is almost burned out." Wang Keke trotted over.
Lu Miao stared at her slightly puffy cheeks, pointed at her and said, "'Mom.'"
"Ah?" Wang Keke was shocked.
The colorful lights in the room flickered a few times, and they looked at the TV warily.
"...Under the influence of bacteria, the corpse's skin surface has green spots of decay..."
A mechanical and cold voice interrupted Shao Rongrong's report.
There were fires burning everywhere in the office and the air was hot and stuffy, but they felt cold all over and their limbs were chilly.
In the studio next door, Shao Rongrong reported the recent news in an orderly manner based on her memory.
"Anchor Shao..."
The director's voice suddenly rang out from her wireless headphones.
"Our screens have been squeezed again, and the neighbors are severely affected."
Shao Rongrong was secretly anxious and did not dare to stop broadcasting immediately. Instead, she slowed down her speech a little and waited for the director's instructions.
"We try to report other news, such as national or foreign news, that is shocking."
She quickly searched her memory for the news release.
"Xiao Lin, quickly search for the latest national and foreign news!" The director uncle instructed Director Lin who was in front of the computer.
"receive."
Director Lin types at a very fast speed. She reads ten lines at a glance and transfers the relevant manuscript into the teleprompter's operating system.
At the same time, the teleprompter in front of the broadcasting desk displayed paragraphs of news release text.
Shao Rongrong kept talking, her eyes scanning the entire page, searching for a suitable news article.
She believes that the most deterrent thing is the country's red news.
"…due to the continuous production of corrupt gases, under the pressure of the gases…"
Inexplicably, gas was produced in the body, and Yu Xiaowan and the others rolled on the ground in an attempt to relieve the pain.
Wang Keke, sweating from the pain, lay on his back on the ground, poking the thin mint candy with the tip of his tongue and taking out the candy jar hidden in his pocket.
With trembling hands she took out a mint and put it into her mouth tremblingly.
Lu Miao, the only one who could still sit, had beads of sweat on her forehead. Perhaps because her physique was better than the others, she could currently endure the pain of bloating.
She bit her lower lip to keep herself thinking clearly.
She had always ignored the meaning of "mother" before.
The noodles in the soup are written as "Mom" instead of "Dad" because "Mom" has a special physique - pregnancy.
There is a kind of substance that has infinite mass and quantity, but if it cannot enter the mother body, it cannot survive independently.
Humanity is the matrix.
But it is not viviparous, it is parasitic.
"…The meeting emphasized that we should take the thought of socialism with Chinese characteristics as our guide and deeply understand the decisive significance of the 'two establishments'…"
Shao Rongrong's reporting voice became clearer and clearer, washing away the pain in their bodies.
Lu Miao held the pen tightly and wrote after the last sentence of the first turtle soup - "Your answer is":
Virus.
They have no chance to try and make mistakes. If they make a mistake, they have to take the risk and endure the physical discomfort to go downstairs to write a new answer.
Lu Miao stared at the words on Turtle Soup.
"… Firmly uphold the "four confidences" and achieve the "two safeguards"…"
The ashes from the burning paper fell all over the ground. After the fire stopped, all the black holes in the wall continued to expand and had expanded to half a person's height.
The guys in the wall were able to stick their heads out and look down at the fallen humans.
“…adhering to the spirit of the conference to unify thoughts and build consensus…”
Shao Rongrong's firm and unyielding voice echoed in the office.
Lu Miao clenched his fists.
A purple circle appeared behind the word "virus" she wrote.
She was stunned for a second, then realized that it was the correct meaning.
Then, fine cracks appeared in the gaps in the wall.
The eyes in the wall were filled with resentment, and each sinister face was distorted hideously.
"Hurry to the main door on the first floor, the shift is over! It's safe, notify the neighbors!"
He Ping'an rolled and crawled, grabbed the hanging microphone, and shouted to the four people next door to escape.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed on the third floor, and some white dust fell from the ceiling of the corridor.
"Hurry!" Lu Miao pulled Shao Rongrong.
Weekend and He Pingan each recruited two directors.
The burly Zhang Yonggan pulled the other ladies downstairs.
The wall dust fell off and several pieces of wall plaster fell from the ceiling.
“Is this place going to collapse?” Shao Rongrong was so scared that her face turned pale.
“The previous closed ghost story field would not be like this…” This was the first time the girl with earrings faced such a critical moment.
"Will the TV station collapse? Do I not have to go to work tomorrow?"
Director Lin rolled his eyes at Zhang Yonggan. "You wish!"
"Help! I have to go to work tomorrow morning after working overtime for free..."
After escaping to the first floor, they finally saw the open door on the first floor.
At this time, the walls on the first floor were covered with cracks and falling apart.
Approaching the gate, Wang Keke hesitated.
She had been mentally polluted, and even if she regained her sanity by taking the reward from the Ghost Story Field, she was not sure if she could escape.
If she can't escape, it proves that she is still mentally polluted.
However, Lu Miao grabbed her wrist and ran out the door.
The cool air blew across Wang Keke’s stunned face.
She actually came out.
Outside the gate was a quiet and deserted driveway, and from the outside, the studio building showed no signs of collapse.
Eighteen boxes of rewards were neatly arranged in the open space outside the building, two of which belonged to the same person - Deer Seedlings.
Seventeen people survived this closed ghost story field, which is a considerable number.
"We also have..."
The four on-duty personnel who were pulled in innocently were surprised and delighted to find their own rewards.
"Thanks to your professionalism." Lu Miao sincerely thanked the four people.
Shao Rongrong smiled and said, "Please watch the evening news. I'll be reporting at 7 o'clock."
After saying that, she threw him a naughty wink.
The five members of the Fluorescent Green Team hesitated, waiting for everyone else to leave.
"Don't write anything about Cocoa infection in this mission report." Lu Miao warned repeatedly.
"Are you going to hide this from the department?" Weekend looked as if he was watching the fun with a smile on his face.
"I believe in the effectiveness of rewards. There's no need to make things complicated." She looked calm. "For the next 48 hours, we'll take turns keeping an eye on Coco."
Generally speaking, if Wang Keke can get through 48 hours smoothly, she will be fine.
"I have no problem." Weekend said nonchalantly.
"I don't."
"Neither have I."
Wang Keke's eyes were filled with tears.
“Crying will make you ugly.”
She was instantly unmoved and gave a kick to the weekend for ruining the atmosphere.
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