Call your leader
The illusionist was certainly not telling a ghost story. She had clearly seen a yellow glowing object when she shone the flashlight just now, and she regretted not buying a brighter flashlight.
She could only laugh: "Maybe I saw it wrong."
"I don't know how this pit came about." Jing Ke propped himself up on his knees and looked into the pit. "It looks like some monster punched through it from underground."
"Senior, don't create a scary atmosphere. The players haven't arrived yet."
Just as the illusionist finished speaking, there was a sound of the stairwell door being pushed open in the distance.
Jing Ke shouted: "This way!"
His voice carried far in the silent building, and the people who came in seemed frightened by his enthusiasm and paused before moving on.
The third person to arrive was a woman, as her figure suggested. She walked directly to the far right side of the pit and passed the steel bars without saying a word.
The illusionist frowned slightly. The woman was so skilled that it seemed as if she had been here before.
"Hello, what's your name?" Jing Ke asked.
The woman didn't speak. She took out her phone and typed on the screen: I'm not in a position to speak. Call me dumb.
The Memory Master and Jing Ke looked at each other, and Jing Ke couldn't help asking: "Then how are you going to test it later?"
Dumb: Typing
Jing Ke looked solemn, clearly feeling enormous pressure. It was estimated that he had never trained a dumb player in all his years of work.
Dumb: I type very fast
The illusionist quickly comforted him: "Don't be nervous, maybe there will be a character who doesn't need to speak."
The door of the stairwell made a slight sound, as if it was opened a crack, and someone came in cautiously.
It looks like a girl, the illusionist thought as he looked at the figure in the distance.
"No, sorry, am I late?" the newcomer asked timidly.
It turned out that it was not a girl, but a thin boy, only slightly taller than Ren Shanshan, and from his voice he seemed to have just reached adulthood.
"It's not late, what's your name?"
"My name is...Bai Cha."
It must be you, Hei Cha. The Memory Master couldn't bear to look at him, so he gave him a pseudonym and even changed only one character.
However, the character of Hei Cha in the group is a two-dimensional beautiful girl. I don’t know why this beautiful girl who is an underground idol and a host is actually a boy.
The illusionist did not reveal his identity, but told him the location of the steel bars and asked him to come over.
Bai Cha took a picture with his phone and took a few steps back in shock: "It's so deep!"
Even the black facekini mask couldn't hide his pale complexion; he simply personified the word pale.
He said: “I don’t dare to go there.”
Neither the Memory Master nor Jing Ke forced him to come over, but just chatted with him from time to time.
While they were chatting, another person came in from the 13th floor.
This man is about 1.8 meters tall, with an upright posture. He manages to make a black masked assassin outfit look like a suit and tie, and he even has a watch on his wrist.
"Good evening, I'm here to take the script-killing test."
He acted like he was here for an interview: "My name is Whiskey."
After introducing himself, he immediately turned his wrist to look at his watch and then adjusted his cuffs.
The whole floor was silent for 5 seconds. The kind-hearted Bai Cha was the first to break the silence and greeted Whiskey stutteringly.
After everyone had introduced themselves, Whiskey expressed his opinion: "I will not pass the steel bars without protection."
"The employer hired me to work here and must guarantee my safety. I expect to sign a formal contract rather than a thin guide."
He suddenly said to Jing Ke and the Memory Master: "Are you two the staff members present?"
"Uh, we are the hosts of this event." Jing Ke answered confusedly.
"You are responsible for our safety." Whiskey called on White Tea and Dumb again, "The three of us should be more united. Such an unsafe facility is simply a disregard for human life!"
Jing Ke explained: "Actually, we are also here to work part-time—"
"I don't care whether you are a part-time or full-time employee!" Whiskey interrupted Jing Ke forcefully, "You are standing there, representing the organizer, and you have an obligation to be responsible for all of us!"
If there was a sixth person present, he might have gone for the classic "call your manager out" stunt.
As the illusionist imagined this, the sixth person really came. She was a woman with a body shape similar to that of a mute.
As soon as she entered the door, she apologized: "Sorry, I'm late!"
Perhaps she was too humble, causing Whiskey to misunderstand something. Whiskey immediately said, "You must be the organizer. We require you to sign a labor contract and then find a safe venue to test the script-killing game."
"What organizer? I'm Cuihua."
Bai Cha explained to herself in a low voice: "I didn't ask for a contract, I just didn't dare to go over there."
Cuihua followed Baicha's gaze and stepped on the steel bar: "What's there to be afraid of? Just follow me. Don't look down, look at the back of my head and hold on to my clothes."
Whiskey was dumbfounded: "No, don't you think this is dangerous?"
"If it's not dangerous, why would I come here to do this shady part-time job?" Cuihua disagreed.
"I'm short of money." Bai Cha said ashamedly.
Bai Cha followed Cui Hua and walked across the steel bars hand in hand. Jing Ke met them at the edge of the pit. There was only one Whiskey left on the other side of the pit.
The illusionist thought he would turn around and leave in anger, but he just stiffened his neck and said nothing.
"Are we still short of one person?" Cuihua asked, "I thought I was the last one to arrive."
In fact, she was not short of people, because the illusionist was a player, and she was not going to reveal her identity immediately: "It's past 12 o'clock, that person may not come, and the part-time guide said that there are not enough people, so I will be the substitute."
"Whiskey...old man." Jing Ke judged that Whiskey was older than him by feeling. "Why don't you come over first, and we'll start playing. Maybe the organizer will come after we finish playing."
Jing Ke handed him a step and Whiskey went down it. He quickly passed the steel bars and walked into the meeting room at the end of the team and sat down.
He whispered to the mute sitting next to him: "Are you guys stupid? Let's just quit and force him to sign a formal contract with us. Maybe we can even raise the price."
The mute ignored him.
The Memory Master kindly explained to the mute: "She can't speak."
Whiskey was so angry that he said, "Go away, go away. Whatever your business is, go talk to your leader and talk to me."
“Oh my leader”
"Isn't that man your leader?" Whiskey moved his neck towards Jing Ke.
The illusionist didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "We are all part-time."
"Whether you are a part-time or full-time employee, what does it have to do with me? Your presence here represents the face of your company..." Whiskey began to repeat his repetitive words again.
Bai Cha said weakly: "But you are also a part-time worker."
As the saying goes, don't judge a book by its cover. Baicha looked harmless, but his words made Whiskey stop expressing his opinion.
Whiskey said angrily: "Forget it, there's no point in talking to people like you."
Cuihua looked around the wooden cabinets in the conference room and asked: "Have you heard about the rumors about this building?"
"They are just ghost stories," the Memory Master replied.
Cuihua said: "This floor itself is a bit strange. Isn't the 13th floor usually marked as 12A?"
The number 12A is because legend has it that the number 13 is cursed.
The saying that 13 is unlucky has been passed down in the West. Judas betrayed Jesus at the Last Supper and he was the 13th attendee. Loki's arrival at the banquet in Valhalla caused misfortune because he was the 13th guest.
"Oh, it was their female boss who made trouble." Whiskey found his familiar territory and began to express his opinions again. "The situation was so tense at that time that everyone knew to run away, but she didn't."
Cuihua asked curiously: "What boss?"
"The boss of this building! What's his name?"
"Zheng Haibin." It was Baicha who answered whiskey.
Whiskey was surprised: "I didn't realize you were paying attention to the financial world."
Bai Cha didn't answer him.
Whiskey lifted one leg and began to talk about Huanyu's story: "I heard that she is a female doctor who returned from overseas. It is said that doctors are rich. Who knows where her money comes from..."
On the other side, Jing Ke took out a laptop from his backpack.
"......That's why they say women are too kind, and hens crow at dawn. I had the opportunity to run away at that time. If I had, I would have run away with the money earlier. Why does the money always stay in the hands of such a person? Anyway, her money must have come from illegal sources."
"No." Bai Cha denied, "Her family was originally in the soap business, and they were here before the factory moved. The Huanyu Building was built on the original site of the factory."
What Bai Cha said was content that could not be found on the Internet. The Memory Master raised his eyebrows. Whiskey sounded like an insider. He didn't even know Zheng Haibin's background, but Bai Cha knew it all.
Whiskey also realized that something was wrong: "Little brother, you look young, but you know a lot. You have a good personal relationship with Boss Zheng, right? Does Boss Zheng want to make a comeback recently? Can you introduce me to him?"
Whiskey said this as he stretched out his arm over the mute to reach Baicha's shoulder.
Before he could touch Baicha, his hand was violently knocked away by the mute.
A crisp "pop" sound echoed in the conference room. Whiskey covered his hand and said angrily: "What do you mean, you bitch!"
The mute typed quickly: Don't touch me
"Who touched you? I don't even know what you look like, but I touched you. You are too narcissistic! If I take off your mask, maybe there is someone underneath--"
"That's enough!" Jing Ke interrupted him.
"Everyone is here to do part-time work. Hurry up and finish the test according to the procedures, and then go home and wait for the money."
Whiskey shut up in dismay. Jing Ke placed a notebook in the middle of the five people and said, "Play the game first, and then we'll give out the character books after you're done."
The five of them sat in a row, with the Mute in the middle, Whiskey and White Tea next to him, and the Memory Master and Cuihua sitting on the outermost side.
The laptop was in front of the mute, and Jing Ke handed her the mouse: "The rules are simple. You have to choose one of the two photos when voting, and you cannot abstain from voting."
There is a black icon on the computer desktop with the words "pseudo human test" written below the icon.
"Horror Game" Bai Cha looked around, and no one answered him.
The familiar soft music and the mechanical female voice sounded again. The illusionist was extremely glad that she had played the game in advance so that she could devote all her attention to observing everyone's performance.
In the first group of pictures in the test, everyone chose the melancholy man with different-sized eyes. The man asked: "Why did you choose me?"
The game gives a hint: Please explain the reason for your choice into the microphone.
Whiskey said impatiently: "Because you are ugly."
They voted unanimously and smoothly moved on to two long sections of popular science text.
After reading the review of Science, Cuihua said: "This game is realistic enough."
Maybe it was because there were six people gathered together to play the fake human test, so no one was too scared.
Until the camera was turned on in the game, a small window popped up in the upper left corner of the screen, reflecting the mute.
[If someone is detected around you, please turn on the camera when there is only one person in the closed room. 】
"How does it know there's someone around the mute?" Whiskey stood up suddenly, "Is someone watching us?"
He raised his head and looked for the surveillance equipment suspiciously. At the same time, Bai Cha screamed.
“Aaaaaa——”
"What's your name?"
"Yes, something has gotten into the camera." Bai Cha said, pointing at the screen.
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