This is not a weird story

"Did you hear that people died at Baiyun Building? Six of them were said to have died!"

Colleague Zhou Xin came over and looked at Wei An with a gossipy face.

Wei An nodded: "There was a news bulletin last night. These six people are all from the same company. They said they died unexpectedly due to unknown reasons."

"Do you still believe the news now?" Zhou Xin waved his hand and said: "I think the deaths of these people are probably related to the weird stories that have been said on the Internet recently!"

Wei An was stunned for a moment.

Recently, there has indeed been a rumor going viral on the Internet, saying that there are some strange events happening all over the world on Deep Blue Star, which are called "weird stories."

After encountering "weird stories", almost no one survives.

For example, many netizens posted on the forum claiming that when a friend was taking a bath in a public toilet, he sent a message or called him to tell him that a withered hand handed him toilet paper from next door, and then all those who asked for help Missing and never found.

Another example is the sudden death of six company employees in Baiyun Building yesterday. News spread online that it was during working hours and everyone was in the office. But after a blink of an eye, other colleagues discovered that these six people had mysteriously disappeared. Their bodies were immediately found in the building, including two in the toilet, two others in the elevator, and two in the stairwell.

The circumstances of their deaths were extremely horrific!

Nowadays, the word "weird stories" has been spread a lot. Of course, there are other theories among the people, but until the official announcement is made, everyone is just guessing.

"I feel like I will be the next target!" Zhou Xin frowned and said worriedly.

Wei An patted him on the shoulder: "Let nature take its course. It's a blessing, not a curse. We can't avoid it. If it's really a weird story, looking at it like this, we won't be able to resist at all if we bump into it."

"Although it's impossible to resist, it can still be avoided." Zhou Xin opened the mobile phone screen, "Look, I found a version of the "Ghost Story Survival Code Version 2.0". When you are defecating in the toilet, do not accept toilet paper from the next door, and try your best to Go out less often, and run away immediately when you see someone walking backwards on the street..."

Wei An interrupted him, pointed to the two words in the lower right corner of the mobile phone page, and said: "Your code seems to be from the two-dimensional comic "The Soul". Well, my nephew also likes to read it. It has been updated for 200 episodes. .”

Zhou Xin: "..."

"Nima! Who is so unscrupulous to cheat on downloads?!" Zhou Xin turned red and closed the mobile phone page.

Then he looked at the time, smiled, and reminded Wei An: "It's time to get off work, let's go together."

Wei An shook his head and replied: "I will finish this game plot soon, you go first."

Zhou Xin turned off the computer and said with a serious expression: "Don't work overtime, don't work overtime, don't work overtime. In these extraordinary times, it's best not to work overtime, especially night shifts."

"I understand." Wei An nodded, "I will leave the company in half an hour at most."

After get off work, the huge office area quickly became quiet, and you could hear a needle drop.

Wei An raised his head and looked at other office cubicles and saw that all his colleagues had left on time. Since the world began to experience a large number of inexplicable deaths, people's living habits have unknowingly changed.

So far, the website with more comprehensive information about ghost stories on the Internet is called "Kai Tan Eyes".

According to statistics from this website, it is said that the first unexplainable strange event, that is, the first "weird story" appeared about three months ago.

It is currently impossible to count the number of strange stories that have occurred, but according to the website, all humans involved in strange events should have died, and no one has been heard to leave alive.

This leads to the fact that there is no way to know what happened to these people in the strange stories.

Wei An is 23 years old this year. He does not belong to any time-traveling army. He was born and raised on Deep Blue Star. He is an only son with two parents. He usually likes to read novels and has in-depth research and analysis of the strength of Ultraman Tiga and Ultraman Zeta. unique opinion.

After graduation, Wei An joined the current "Hua Fei Game Company" and worked on game plots in the planning department.

His choice to stay at the end was not actually because of overtime work. After the surroundings fell silent, Wei An's attention quickly shifted to the computer screen in front of him.

Displayed on the screen is a beta version of the plot editor.

In Wei An's mind, an editor with a similar appearance also appeared at this moment.

After comparing them for a while, he was finally sure that the plot editor in his mind was the one on the computer screen in front of him.

It’s just that this editor still has some unknown gray buttons in my mind.

For some unknown reason, this beta version of the plot editor that was often used since yesterday suddenly appeared in Wei An's mind.

This is a very unpopular software, and it seems that there will never be an official version. The current function of this beta version is also very simple. In addition to displaying the main and branch paragraphs of the entire plot, it can also be used to display the input half of the plot in extremely simple ways. The subsequent half of the plot is introduced in a bloody way.

Usually when Wei An's brain is short-circuited or he wants to be lazy, he only needs to make slight modifications based on the subsequent plot launched by the smart phone, saving time and effort.

After confirming, he tried to start the editor in his mind, but found that just like yesterday, nothing happened.

After a few more attempts, Wei An gave up.

Looking at the time, it was already past six o'clock.

Wei An turned off the computer and shivered for no reason.

He suddenly realized that the office was too quiet at the moment, and strange rumors had been circulating recently. Although it was still bright outside, it still made him feel nervous.

After walking out of the office, he cautiously looked at the corridor leading to the bathroom. After making sure there was nothing unusual there, Wei An went to urinate as quickly as possible and took care of the textured perm that he usually took good care of in front of the bathroom mirror. hairstyle.

When he returned to the office, Wei An quickly put away his things and slung a black men's shoulder bag across his left shoulder. When he looked up, he saw another colleague Zeng Guofa walking in.

"Brother Fa, didn't you leave? Why do you have to come back to work overtime?" Wei An said in surprise.

Zeng Guofa sits in an office all year round. He is slightly fat, his hair is always messy, and his face is shiny.

He shook his head: "Why are you working overtime? The boss asked me to send him a file. I forgot to copy it to the USB flash drive when I left."

"Oh." Wei An turned off the computer socket under the desk, "Then I'll leave first. You can close the office door behind you."

Zeng Guofa quickly turned on the computer, but instead of inserting the USB flash drive, he was typing on the keyboard.

Wei An frowned and walked towards the office door.

At this moment, his cell phone rang, and he saw it was Zhou Xin calling.

As soon as the connection was connected, Zhou Xin said in an exaggerated tone on the other end: "Wei An, something bad is going on!"

"What? Have you encountered a strange story?" Wei An joked.

"No." Zhou Xin said very quickly: "Zeng Guofa had a car accident on his way to get off work. I was rushing to the scene."

"What?!"

Wei An was shaken violently and remained in the posture of making a phone call, his whole body stiffened at the door of the office.

He wanted to look back at the fat, greasy middle-aged man who was sitting behind the desk just now, but he didn't have the courage to turn his head.

week

The sound of typing on the keyboard behind me stopped at some point.

Wei An felt that his throat was dry and his Adam's apple moved, but he could not make any sound.

"Hey...hey...Vian..."

Wei An could no longer hear the voice coming from the cell phone, and his attention had long been shifted behind him.

At this time, the office chair not far away suddenly made a moving sound, and the fat man sitting on the chair seemed to stand up.

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