All Worlds Madhouse

Under the desert, in an unknown place.

For Daniel, this was an ordinary day. He got up at 8 o'clock and ate the same breakfast as yesterday. At the second intersection out of the cafeteria, he had a fight with a colleague whose name he didn't know. Say hello. In fact, they were here to say hello yesterday. Then they walked into the work area at about the same time and started working exactly the same as yesterday.

It was like this yesterday, it was like the day before yesterday, it was like this a week ago, and it has been like this for the past three months.

Yes, it has been three months since I came to this hellish place. On that morning, the company's senior leaders solemnly told themselves that they would be transferred to an extremely important place to work for three months, and when you returned After joining the company, you will be promoted to the head of the technical department.

At that time, Daniel simply felt like he was being fucked by the goddess of luck.

So, he agreed to the job without thinking, and then he got a shot.

Daniel had no idea why the preparation work required injections. Anyway, when he opened his eyes, he was already in this place.

Where is this place? What is it for? Government department? Or is it a production plant owned by a certain company?

He didn’t know anything. Anyway, his job was to copy the numbers on a screen onto a piece of paper from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., and then input them into another computer screen in another room. Finally hit the Enter key

Yes, it's that fucking simple!

This is really a bit unfair for a person with a PhD degree in advanced engineering. Even a dishwasher can do this shitty job, as long as he knows numbers.

However, when he thought about getting a salary increase and promotion after returning, Daniel still endured the past three months.

At 9:20, Daniel entered a series of numbers into the computer and sent it out. Then he began to wipe every gap in the keyboard.

This is not to say that he has any mysophobia, but that he really has nothing to do. Mobile phones and snacks are not allowed in the entire work area. Even water can only be drunk from the pipe at the end of the corridor, and there is no possibility of poker. Even if you have recreational items like chess, no one will play with you because communication is prohibited in the work area.

Under such an environment, Daniel could only kill time by wiping the keyboard.

At 9:26, just when he touched the "X" key.

"Dong dong dong" there was a knock on the door.

Daniel was very confused because after three months here, no one would come to this room except himself.

"Who?" Daniel shouted.

"It's me, number 9225." A man's voice came from outside the door.

"9225?" Daniel was stunned for a moment. In this place, everyone has to call each other by numbers, and this number 9225 is the person who greets him in front of the restaurant every morning.

Daniel hesitated for a moment, then opened the door of the room: "Uh, what's the matter? You know you can't just wander around during working hours." He frowned and said, he didn't want to ruin the promotion for this trivial matter. The opportunity was lost.

Employee No. 9225 looked at him: "Uh, it's nothing, I just want to give this to you." As he said that, he took out a metal ID tag from his pocket and handed it to Daniel.

On that sign were the numbers [2832] written.

Daniel was stunned for a moment, because [2832] was his own employee number. So, he subconsciously touched his chest. It was only then that he realized that his name tag had fallen off.

"Oh, thank you so much. I didn't even know it was lost." He said, "Where did you pick it up?"

No. 9225 smiled: "At the door of my work area."

There was a brief silence.

"Oh thank you so much, then."

"You're welcome, it's just a little effort." No. 9225 waved his hand nonchalantly, then turned around and prepared to return to his work area.

His work area is not far from Daniel's work area, just at both ends of a "T" intersection. Every day he goes left and Daniel goes right.

However, looking at the back of No. 9225, Daniel frowned deeply. He was a little puzzled, because he discovered a small problem from what the other party just said, a very small problem, so small that he couldn't even think about it. You shouldn't care.

But

"Hey, wait a minute." Daniel still couldn't hold it back: "You mean, you picked up my name tag at the door of your work area?"

No. 9225 turned around and said, "Uh, yes, it's on the ground at the door. You might have accidentally dropped it when you passed by yesterday."

Daniel scratched his nose: "But... I have never been in that direction." He frowned and said.

".This." No. 9225 also scratched his head. He didn't know what No. 2832 meant: "Well, maybe you dropped it somewhere else and someone kicked it when he passed by."

"Yes, but then he needs to kick far." Daniel muttered softly.

"Then what's the matter, maybe someone is just idle and bored." No. 9225 said: "Okay, it's not a big deal, I have to go back to work."

He said, and then waved his hand. The meaning was very obvious, that is, "I don't want to talk to you about such nonsense, you can figure it out yourself."

Daniel could only nod apologetically, and then closed the door to the office area.

Just like that, the time came to 12 noon.

There are very few people in the cafeteria, only a dozen or so. In fact, in this place, everyone's eating time is not fixed. They may have breakfast at 10 a.m., or they may eat a lot at two in the morning. Anyway, it can It’s pretty good to have lunch at this time of the day.

Number 9225 is at a dining table, eating his own bread and bacon pie.

Suddenly, Daniel came to him with his dinner plate and sat down.

This makes No. 9225 a little uncomfortable. After all, in the past few months, except for the "Hi" when they usually meet and the few words they said when handing over their badges this morning, they have basically had no communication. In this almost stranger relationship, you suddenly sit across from yourself. It feels like you are in a toilet with a long row of peeing pits, but you just walk over and pee next to yourself. Therefore, No. 9225 felt uncomfortable all over.

"What's your name?" Daniel asked first.

"Well, we can't reveal our names, it's against the rules." No. 9225 said with a frown.

Daniel nodded: "Okay, then I'll continue calling your number, uh. I know it's a bit abrupt, but I'm still worried about my badge, because I really haven't been to your work. District, it’s been three months, and I’ve never been there, so I think it’s impossible for my badge to fall at your door, do you understand what I mean?”

No. 9225 frowned: "So, what do you want to say?"

Daniel smiled sheepishly: "I want to say, this sounds very strange, doesn't it? I just recalled that when I finished work at 9 o'clock last night, I clearly remembered that my name tag was still on my clothes. I left it hanging, and then I went back to the house to sleep."

"Oh, so, you want to say that your badge ran to the door of my office area at night?"

Daniel scratched his nose: "Yeah, I can't understand it either, but here it is, and there are generally only two possibilities for this situation to occur. The first one is that someone stole my badge. , and then threw it to the location you found it this morning."

"Well, your analysis is so right." No. 9225 chewed bread and responded impatiently: "What about the second one?"

"The second option is that I may have been to your work area, but... I don't remember it."

Daniel said with a frown.