The world of ghost stories: Start by creating a laughing nightmare!

"I'm sorry, President!" a

bespectacled member bowed to himself, not knowing if it was because he was exerting too much force or because he was sweating too much, and his glasses fell directly to the ground.

The president, who looked to be in his sixties, didn't accept his apology at all, and walked over with the glasses that had fallen to the ground.

"Ahh

The sound of his glasses shattering was like a bent spine that shattered all his dignity.

"I'll give you another chance tomorrow, and if the customer picks out the problem again, you can fuck me off!"

"Thank you President for giving me the chance! Thank you President..."

The

thin-looking, thin-haired member didn't stop chattering thanks until after his leader was gone, and picked up his broken glasses.

Other colleagues didn't care what kind of grievances he suffered, and they didn't care if he would stab the president to death in the next second.

They only have their own work in their eyes.

Those invisible repressions and apathy tormented him, leaving the sweaty creature slumped weakly on his workstation, staring at the project on the computer in a daze.

"Ding Dong! It's eleven o'clock in the evening!"

"It's eleven o'clock..."

As his colleagues left one after another, he felt it was time for him to go.

"Fumio, Fumio, you're such a clown who can't do anything,"

he sighed, holding up his phone, finding the spare glasses in the drawer,

and reluctantly putting them on.

These glasses were the old glasses he had worn four or five years ago, and the prescription was no longer suitable for him after years of hard work.

Fumio picked up the bag containing his laptop, left the depressed company, and left the building at the urging of the security guards.

"There is still half an hour until the last train... It should be fine. Poor

, he was reluctant to take the subway home and rush to the cheap house he rented in the suburbs.

"Hmm... These glasses are a little useless, and I can't even read the subway station sign clearly.

Fumio looked at the subway station he had to pass once a day, and smiled a little self-deprecatingly, after all, he was basically a useless waste like this pair of glasses now.

"I'm the only one on the subway today, I'm a complete failure..."

Fumio lowered his head and looked at the granite-like stone steps, walking down step by step, as if walking towards his own funeral.

He often used this to comfort himself, pretending to be dead whenever he felt very low, and when the illusion was shattered in a noisy moment, he felt that his life had regained his vitality.

But today, it was a notice that broke it all.

"Hello dear passengers, when you hear this notification, it means that you have entered the metro station. "

The name of the subway station seemed to be a meaningless noise with syllables that humans could not understand at all.

"The entrance to this station is closed, and you will never be able to exit here through the stairs at the entrance.

Fumio looked back blankly and found that the staircase behind him had become extremely high, like a reflection in a mirror, overlapping infinitely.

"The next train will arrive at 23:30, please be patient and it will take you to your destination.

Fumio's

first reaction was not fear, but anger, and the mood that had been suppressed in the company for a whole day was completely ignited at this moment.

"Fucking bastard!" Fumio

cursed in the subway station, and the voice of the announcement seemed to sense his anger and stopped the broadcast in amusement.

"How can you do this! I have an important meeting to go to tomorrow!!"

After he vented his anger, Fumio's body slowly curled down, crouched on the steps, and cried quietly holding his computer.

"There are drinks on sale at the vending machines next to the platform, so you can drink them while you wait. There

was a soothing sound of music in the middle of the announce, and it was the famous "Homecoming".

"We hope that all passengers and friends can have a happy and happy journey, and on behalf of all the staff, I would like to express our gratitude for your support. At the

end of the broadcast, the entire subway station returned to silence.

Fumio also felt that his mood was much better because of the brief venting just now.

He glanced at his phone and saw that it was 23:12, and he only had to wait another 18 minutes for the next subway to arrive, and although it didn't seem normal, all he could do was believe the broadcast.

"What if... What if I encounter a situation where I can live by following the rules..."

Wen Xiong still had a hint of luck in his heart, thinking that he might be able to live.

So he didn't try to leave the station through the cascading entrances, but walked straight to the subway line he usually took, found a chair, and sat on it.

After sitting down, he pulled out his laptop and began to modify the content of his PPT, and the sound of the keyboard echoed in the subway station.

After a while, he felt that the time should be almost up, and he closed his computer and prepared to board the last train.

But he stood up and waited for almost a minute, and the last train didn't arrive at the platform, which made Fumio feel that something was wrong.

He turned on his phone, and sure enough, the time was still 23:12, and nothing had changed.

"Time hasn't changed... In other words, I will never—"

This terrible conjecture shattered the last remaining luck in his heart, and his handbag fell to the ground.

Every time he encounters something that he can't handle, Fumio feels anxious, and when he is anxious, he will pace back and forth, forcing himself to think of a way out of a desperate situation.

"What to do... What should I do!"

He thought about it for an unknown amount of time, and felt a little pain in his throat, and then remembered that he had been busy all afternoon without drinking water.

His eyes caught a glimpse of a vending machine not far away, which seemed to have some very tasty-looking drinks on sale.

"Anyway, death is death now, it's better to fight it!" Fumio

gritted his teeth, took out a few pieces of change from his pocket, stuffed them into the cashier of the vending machine, and randomly selected a bottle of cyan drink.

"Boom..."

the drink rolled off the vending machine very normally, and there was nothing unusual until Fumio held him in his hand.

Fumio unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a big sip, then almost threw it up....