Studio
On another floor, a howl caused Wang Keke, Yu Xiaowan and others to run into the office.
Unable to linger in the corridor, they ran into the first office nearest.
They found a tall, strong man holding his head and wailing.
"Who are you?" Wang Keke asked in an unfriendly tone.
The man looked up and down at their gray jumpsuits and put his hands down dejectedly. "You are the ones who entered the field of ghost stories to earn rewards, right?"
"yes--"
Wang Keke immediately interrupted the honest lady and questioned the man: "You haven't answered my question yet. You are wearing a long-sleeved shirt and boxer shorts. Are they pajamas?"
The man was embarrassed, and subconsciously covered his pants with his hands. "I was sleeping in the dormitory, but I woke up here. It's really weird! I have to go back to the news department even when I'm sleeping!"
The young man who was teasing the Green Team for rapping suddenly realized, "You are a TV station employee, and you were pulled into the field of ghost stories?"
The aunt was delighted: "You must be familiar with this building, come with us."
The man cried out in pain. "Oh my god, I have to work hard at the company after work!"
"Don't waste time, either join or get out." Wang Keke was annoyed.
The situation in the field of ghost stories is unclear, so men can only join in.
They found duty notices on the desktops of every desk.
"It's obvious that you are the chosen duty officer in the field of ghost stories."
The man looked bitter. "Sure enough, the work is never done."
"What's your position?" Yu Xiaowan grabbed his trouser leg nervously.
"A cameraman who works like a slave."
"You're certainly in the right shape for this position."
“…”
The man’s distress is indescribable: this pink-haired girl looks cute, but why is she so mean?
"My name is Zhang Yonggan, cleaners." He greeted weakly.
"Brother Zhang, please find something to cover your face first." The young man reminded kindly.
He was so familiar with the news department that he simply found a mask in his colleague's drawer and put it on.
Everyone looked at him in surprise.
He hurriedly explained: "This guy caught a cold during the smog, and his cough hasn't healed yet, so he always has a mask ready. I'm borrowing it, and I'll give him a new one tomorrow."
"So your colleagues' seats haven't changed? The layout of the office hasn't changed?"
Zhang Yonggan was startled, as if awakened from a dream. "Yes, the seats have not changed! But the glass wall has become a concrete wall. Previously, we used floor-to-ceiling glass or frosted glass to separate several areas here."
"Is the TV here too?" Yu Xiaowan pointed at the 22-inch TV hanging on the wall.
"Yes, the hosts' heroic performance can be seen by the entire TV station."
At this time, the TV on the wall was stuck on the color bar screen.
The colorful light cast a shadow on nearby objects, making the office dim.
"Let's find a candle first."
There are many areas in the news department. On the left hand side of the entrance are two independent spaces side by side. The first is a meeting room, and next to it is the editor-in-chief's independent office.
In addition to this, a wall separates the reporter’s office area from the anchor and cameraman’s office area, and they have to open a door to the next door.
"...I think it's better for us not to disperse. This is one way to get killed." The young man is well aware of the routine.
Wang Keke also thought that they shouldn't be divided too far apart. "Let's split into two groups, otherwise it will take too long to find the candles, which might be disadvantageous to us."
It would be troublesome if someone found the wall was damaged but didn't find all the candles.
So, Wang Keke and Yu Xiaowan were naturally in one group, and the remaining three were in another group.
The conference room was clear at a glance. There was nothing on the table, so Wang Keke and Yu Xiaowan, holding flashlights, squatted down and searched under the chairs and the bottom of the conference table.
The chairs were not arranged neatly; two of them were crooked.
Yu Xiaowan's flashlight swept across the bottom of the conference table and found uneven marks. "Sister Keke, there seems to be words on the bottom of the table."
"You go in and take a look. I'll keep watch."
Yu Xiaowan pulled out two chairs and crawled under the table, seeming to be thinking about what she was doing.
"They're outside... they can't escape..." She read the words carved on the bottom of the table.
"No more?"
“No more.”
Yu Xiaowan crawled under the conference table. The chairs surrounding her became her lone army to protect her. The conference table above her head was a fragile shield. She deeply felt how desperate the person who compiled the words was.
"They are plural, 'it' is the it of animals and objects." She whispered. "When I was in the corridor, I felt many eyes staring at us, as if every inch of darkness was their eyeliner."
"I feel like I'm being watched, too." Wang Keke took a deep breath. "Come out. If there's no candle in the low cabinet next to you, let's go look for it next door."
Before joining the captain, she took on the responsibility of training the newcomers.
Finding nothing in the conference room, the two went to the independent office next door.
The process went smoothly, and the two lit the white candles they found. They opened the door and went out, with a sense of disharmony passing through their minds.
"Come and look, is this a hole?" Zhang Yonggan was standing in front of the wall of a large office. Behind the wall was the office area for the anchor and cameraman.
The candles in the large office had been lit, and the candlelight revealed a pinhole-like hole in the snow-white wall.
Upon hearing the sound, everyone rushed over and observed the tiny hole.
"Brother Zhang, your eyes are really powerful."
In such a dangerous situation, he couldn't be happy to be praised. "Is this considered damaged? Let's leave immediately."
"But no one has come to your office looking for candles yet."
Zhang Yonggan: "...Isn't my office behind the cave?"
They fell into an eerie silence.
"Next door...will there be something..."
Yu Xiaowan was terrified, and felt uncomfortable all over as she stood in front of the pinhole-sized hole. "We need to light candles in every office. We have to go in and search."
Wang Keke took the lead, opened the door and walked into the next room.
Yu Xiaowan quickly followed.
Zhang Yonggan wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Let's go in together, it will be more efficient."
Wang Keke, holding a flashlight, checked the same wall first.
The wall was pure white, without any holes at all.
"The hole didn't go through."
"Never mind, just find a candle."
The five of them searched separately, rummaging through the messy desk.
Woo——
The sudden low hum was like the sound of a beating heart, which scared everyone so much that they stopped searching and looked at each other.
Then, the display screen in front of the young man suddenly lit up, illuminating his eyebrows and mask.
"Ah... I might have accidentally touched the mouse." His voice was muffled and trembling.
The aunt comforted her: "It's okay, the rules allow us to use the computer."
"Oh, that's right..." But the young man felt inexplicably nervous and felt that something was wrong.
Others didn't take it seriously and continued searching.
The young man ignored the display but caught a glimpse of the wallpaper on the computer desktop, which was vaguely distorted.
The wallpaper is a picture of flowers in a fresh style, and the huge flowers gradually become blurred and distorted.
He was stunned for a moment.
Isn't that allowed by the rules?
No, I'm very nervous. There's a problem!
He hurriedly picked up the folder on the desktop and covered the bright screen. "Hurry up! There's something wrong with the screen! There's something inside!"
Wang Keke saw him desperately covering the display screen and searching faster.
"Hold on!" Zhang Yonggan encouraged the young man while conducting a vigorous house-wide search.
After a while, they finally found a white candle in a drawer.
"Light it up quickly!" The young man was sweating profusely, and his wet back felt cold.
As the yellow candlelight illuminated the area, the four rushed towards the office door in front. The young man made up his mind, tilted his head, and gritted his teeth to let go of the folder and ran after them.
An eerie chill crept up his back, and the back of his sweat-soaked head felt like it was licked by an icy tongue.
Zhang Yonggan, the leader, opened the door and rushed out, and the people behind him rushed out one after another to catch their breath.
Panting, Zhang Yonggan closed the office door and faced the messy corridor. "How did it become like this?"
Wang Keke looked at the young man with clear eyes. "What did you see on the screen?"
"The computer wallpaper blurred and distorted by itself. I didn't dare to look at it carefully..." His legs were weak and his hands were shaking.
Yu Xiaowan looked around blankly with a frown on his face.
"There is an office next door." The aunt reminded everyone.
“It should be the studio.”
Zhang Yonggan was right. Next to the News Department was the studio, which occupied two-thirds of the floor.
Post a notice on the door.
Studio Instructions
1. Under normal circumstances, please do not use the studio.
2. Non-relevant personnel are prohibited from entering.
In other words, only Zhang Yonggan was qualified to enter.
But he would never go in alone. "Since it is not for use, it means no candles are needed inside. Let's go to the other floor."
"Which floor is this?"
"The third floor, if the floor plan has not been changed. The fourth floor is the leadership office, the finance department and the administration department. The second floor is the new media department, the TV production department and the broadcasting department. The first floor is the technology department, the advertising department and the marketing department."
"I understand. Let's go to the fourth floor first." Wang Keke thought that there would be cleaners on the first and second floors looking for candles, and those on the fourth floor would seem isolated and helpless, so they should help the cleaners on the fourth floor first.
They had no objection, but came to the place between the elevator and the stairs, feeling dilemma in making a decision.
"Shall we take the elevator or the stairs?"
The old lady said firmly: "Of course take the stairs. You can escape by taking the stairs!"
So they went to the stairs.
There were no street lights in the stairwell. Four flashlights illuminated the stairs and the dirty walls—not dirty, but covered with reddish-brown words:
I am dead
I am dead
I am dead
I am dead
I am dead
I am dead
I am dead
…
You are dead
…
When Wang Keke saw the three words "You're dead", she was startled and felt a tightness in her chest.
Through the mask, she could faintly smell the fishy smell of the words.
Boom boom boom…
The sound of footsteps descending the stairs echoed in the stairwell.
One meal for five people.
Could it be the cleaner? They secretly hoped.
Boom boom boom…
The other person continued to go downstairs and stopped at the stairs on the upper floor. He held the railing and looked down.
Zhang Yonggan and the others didn't dare to say anything and just stared at each other.
Wang Keke took a look at the man's clothes and was extremely alert. "Who are you?"
The other party was not wearing a gray jumpsuit.
"I'm on duty, who are you?"
Zhang Yonggan's face was as pale as gold, and he pulled Wang Keke's uniform.
He doesn't recognize this voice!
She tried to remain calm and said, "We were cleaning and found a work ID. Is it from your department?"
"Please show me."
As soon as these words were spoken, the five people's expressions suddenly changed and they ran downstairs without looking back.
The man upstairs chased down.
Unfortunately, footsteps were heard coming up the stairs downstairs.
The five people's hearts were racing.
"Go back to the third floor!"
In a hurry, they rushed back to the news department's office.
"Why can't I lock it?"
"The access control is invalid!"
“Fuck!”
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