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First floor.
Anyone who has entered the closed ghost story area knows that the door on the first floor will turn into a wall, temporarily trapping everyone.
Weekend, He Ping'an and others have lit all the candles in the technical department and moved to the advertising department next door.
With different expressions, they walked through the corridor with bloody papers and reluctantly opened the wooden door of the advertising department and entered.
"When the computer is in standby mode, you have to press a button to activate the host. But we activated it just by touching the mouse, and all the screens lit up at the same time. Obviously, there is something controlling the computer." He Pingan analyzed calmly.
The network management team and the technical team were separated by a wall. When someone touched the mouse on a desktop of the network management team, the screen lit up and a distorted wallpaper appeared. When they couldn't wait to turn off the screen, the screens of the entire team lit up.
At this moment, their flashlights swept across the dark office of the advertising department and across the black display screens.
"There's something moving inside the computer..." The female director who was unfortunately dragged into the field of ghost stories to work overtime was wearing a pink Hello Kitty one-piece pajamas. When she first arrived, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground to hide in.
On second thought, she was glad that she didn't have the habit of sleeping naked.
"The anomaly exists in the computer." He Pingan changed the subject and said, "Have you noticed that the candlelight cannot illuminate the independent office and conference room?"
The others, sweating profusely, nodded.
"It's like a divided space," Weekend added.
Except for He Ping'an, no one else dared to get close to him, thinking that he was cool, with the temperament of a rebellious wolf, and the type of person who was cruel in person and in words.
"Also, when we turned on the screens of the technical team, the computer desktops were normal, but the network management team's screens showed abnormal images."
"Computers are the medium for spreading spiritual pollution."
"Yes, and different spaces overlap."
"Um."
The others were rummaging through their desks, looking at He Pingan and Weekend who were discussing among themselves.
“You, you rappers have such a stable mentality, haha…” The man with small hair tied to his neck eased the tense atmosphere.
"What does the hole in the wall represent?" The female director turned the entire folder storage rack upside down, poured out all the items, and searched the house like she was tearing it down.
"I don't know." He Ping'an told the truth.
While searching for candles on weekends, he observed the snow-white walls around him. With his judgment honed from the tip of a knife, he thought the hole in the wall was as dangerous as the abnormal computer screen.
Although the hole in the wall has not yet been found to be harmful.
There is also turtle soup outside.
Tsk, he hates playing reasoning games the most.
As the female director was searching, she looked up and noticed Weekend sitting opposite her, staring at her.
The flashlight below reflected in his eyes, and his eyes were dark, like a wolf ready to pounce.
She was frightened and crossed her arms subconsciously. "What are you looking at?"
Weekend remained motionless, his dark eyes unchanged. "There's a hole in the wall behind you."
"What!"
The female director couldn't wait to run away.
As expected, there was a bean-sized hole on the wall behind her. It was dark and particularly obvious against the snow-white wall.
"Let's find a candle quickly."
That mysterious hole gives everyone an ominous feeling.
In a blink of an eye, I found that the hole in the wall had become a little bigger over the weekend. If you are not careful, it is difficult to notice the change.
He told He Pingan.
The latter pondered and said, "What is the opportunity to grow bigger? What did we do just now?"
"Remind her?"
“Has the hole in the tech department’s wall ever gotten bigger?”
"I didn't notice."
He Pingan glanced at the hole on the opposite wall. "Is it getting bigger again?"
Almost as big as the nail of my index finger!
He Pingan suddenly realized: "It's 'pay attention'! Every time you pay attention, the hole will get bigger."
Weekend glanced at his clenched fist, which was trembling slightly.
"Found the candle!"
“Light it up!”
Others were busy lighting and fixing candles.
The candlelight cast dark shadows on the surrounding partitions and display screens.
Weekend picked up a black pen from the desk.
He Pingan had a bad feeling. "What do you want to do?"
"I don't like to keep the unknown crisis going."
He Pingan: “?”
But Weekend walked alone to the opposite wall and raised a black pen.
With one poke, it poked accurately into the hole in the wall.
He Pingan suddenly didn't dare to breathe or make a sound.
Too cruel!
Weekend frowned as he held the black signature pen tightly in his hand, and poked the pen deeper.
However, there was a resistance in the hole that prevented the pen tip from going deeper.
The pen tip doesn't feel too hard.
He thought of a strange possibility.
Then he let go of the black signing pen and it fell to the ground.
The hole in the wall is still there, but it has become the size of a thumb.
Weekend felt a palpitation, a sense of crisis piercing his brow, and he hurried away.
"Brother Zhou?" He Pingan looked back, his pupils trembling. "It's getting bigger again."
The two thumb-sized holes on the wall seemed to be getting bigger and bigger like smudged ink.
"Transfer!" Weekend's voice trembled slightly.
They entered the nearest separate office.
Weekend didn't follow in and stayed outside the door.
He Ping'an's guess was correct.
Standing outside the door, he could not see his companions entering the independent office. In his eyes, the office was empty, not even the light of a flashlight.
Weekend did not turn his back to the wall with the hole, but turned sideways and used his peripheral vision to pay attention to the dark hole.
He Ping'an found that Weekend did not come in, and worried about his safety, so he hurried out of the independent office and saw him standing outside the door.
He Pingan was stunned. "I can't see you standing outside the door from inside."
"Me too."
He Pingan was enlightened. "There really are different spaces."
"Go find some candles, I'll keep watch."
He sensed the palpable anxiety of the weekend and without a second thought went back to the independent office to help with the search.
Cold sweat soaked the back of Weekend's collar.
The back of the grey collar is dark.
His throat rolled.
The air was like thousands of knife blades, hanging above his head, holding his neck, aiming at his throat, and the invisible dangerous undercurrents could strike at any time.
Another side light, adding something black.
Weekends turn dark eyes.
"It's so messy here!" The female director opened the messy folders on the desk. "The boss's office is messier than the employees' desks. It's outrageous."
Hearing this, He Pingan paused in his action of opening the bookcase.
"Are you all right?"
The female director looked up at the office door. “Ahhhhhh!”
A head poked in through the office door, but there was no body below the head!
The head is suspended in mid-air!
“Fuck!”
“Ghost!”
Others were so scared that they nearly peed their pants.
He Pingan was distracted for a second, then recognized that it was Weekend's head. "Brother Zhou, come in and talk, don't be a balloon."
Weekend didn't comment. "Look at the wall on the right, is there a hole?"
He Pingan ran to check. "No."
He didn't have time to explain. "Hurry up, there are holes in the two walls."
Everyone's expression changed and they sped up their search.
To prevent the display screen from suddenly lighting up, He Ping'an clamped the display screen with a folder.
Soon, they finally found a candle and lit it.
They hurried out of the independent office and took a look at the hole on the outer wall of the independent office - the hole was as big as a fingernail.
"Ah! The hole over there has become so big!" The female director pointed in the direction of the first hole.
The first hole became the size of a palm.
The candlelight poured into the cave, vaguely revealing something.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the palm-sized hole became noticeably larger.
"Go next door!"
Bang!
The wooden door between the advertising department and the marketing department was slammed shut.
Some of them slid to their knees, while others squatted down and gasped for breath.
"What...is in the cave?" The little boy's body felt limp and powerless.
"They are definitely not friendly." He Pingan looked around the messy marketing department. "This place is very messy and big. Let's find candles quickly."
There are too many computers.
No one dared to delay and started moving, dragging their weak bodies.
Crunch——
Everyone turned to look.
The wooden door leading to the advertising department suddenly opened from the outside.
Weekend, who reacted the fastest, rushed over and kicked the door. "Hurry up and find it!"
Their hearts were pounding and they were in a panic.
I pulled an office chair in over the weekend and it got in the way of the door handle. But the office chair had wheels, so it was not difficult for the other person to push it open.
So he moved the heavy folders and placed them on the chair.
Crunch——
The wooden door leading to the corridor opens from the outside.
“Found it!”
A chilly breeze blew in through the open wooden door.
The stunned female director held the candle, at a loss.
He Ping'an struck a match twice before it finally caught the light. The flame flickered, and his hand holding the match to light the candle was not steady enough.
A figure walked in from outside the door.
"you……"
The candlelight and the flashlight intertwined, and they saw the reflection on the chest of the person coming in - a plastic-faced work ID card!
"ah--"
The little chirping man was the first to run to the wooden door leading to the advertising department next door. He desperately pushed open the office chair on the door handle and opened the door to run out.
However, before he could run out, a long-haired woman appeared out of nowhere in the door and grabbed his shoulders.
"Hello." The smiling woman also wore her work ID.
"Ah! Help!" The little boy couldn't get rid of the woman's hand. "Help--"
The little chirping man's screaming stopped abruptly.
He stood motionless in front of the door, staring at the woman.
Another person wearing a work badge came in from the wooden door leading to the corridor and approached them. The female director and others felt desperate.
He Pingan bit his lower lip, the pain stimulating his sanity. "Brother Zhou, let's kill him together."
Weekend understood what he meant and moved the office chair with He Pingan.
In a blink of an eye, the legs of the office chair pushed the person away and pressed him against the wall.
Weekend pressed down on the office chair angrily, his eyes bloodshot.
He Pingan grabbed the nearest female director with his other hand and rushed out the door. He grabbed the door handle and shouted to Weekend to come out quickly.
The person who was pressed by the office chair reached out his hand to Weekend, almost touching Weekend's arm.
Weekend's foot hooked over and another office chair came over and hit the other person's leg.
The other party's movements were a beat slower.
Weekends took the opportunity to let go of the office chair and escape.
Bang!
The wooden door closed, and He Ping'an, sweating profusely, used his office chair to block the door handle.
The masks were stuffy, preventing them from breathing deeply.
"This, this layer... is all on fire... Fortunately..." The female director was so scared that she was incoherent.
Weekend said in a low voice: "I just found out that the guy I was holding down...his features began to resemble mine..."
They were startled.
He Pingan came back to his senses. "We shouldn't stay here for long. Let's go upstairs and meet up with the others."
They stepped on the papers on the floor and hurried to the stairs and elevator.
He Pingan discovered something was wrong. "The paper with the bloody words on it is gone."
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