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

"Bang!" Fumio

was hesitating to go out when he suddenly heard a heavy thud behind him.

He turned his head to see a gaping mouth smirking at him.

The man in the suit had a few extra limbs on his body, all of which were made of twisted hands, feet, and broken arms, and the red cotton wool-like cracks were extremely terrifying.

His jaw muscles were completely dissolved, and the mouth hung down along the space between his ribs until it was connected to the stomach pouch...

The sticky sound was not the sound of water as he walked, but the sound of gastric juice gushing out of his mouth...

Frightened, Fumio turned his head and ran into the rainy night, for fear that the monster would give him a bite.

The pouring rain continued to fall outside his hazmat suit, and the cold feeling made him uncomfortable.

After running for about a few tens of meters, Fumio, who was exhausted, looked back in the direction he had come from and found that everything had disappeared.

Whether it's the exit of the subway station, or that twisted monster, everything, it's like a dream.

"I escaped... I've really escaped!" Fumio

looked at the familiar industrial park buildings around him, and hurriedly ran in the direction of the entrance and exit of the park...

But as it turned out, there was only a joking piece of cardboard with the word "door" written on it.

Behind the cardboard, there is an endless ocean, with no edge in sight, no light in sight, like a piece of substantiated fear.

Fumio slumped to the ground, despair welling up in his heart again.

He knew that he had not left the subway station, but had entered a deeper cage.

"yes... How can you leave the subway station all the way down..."

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the water on the ground soon overflowed his fingers.

Fumio struggled to his feet and looked at the office building, which was still working overtime.

He noticed that there was a person who was also watching him.

The man sat by the window, with a computer in front of him, but instead of working, he stared at Fumio who was standing downstairs.

"He's waiting for me..."

Fumio didn't know why, he felt that the man was waiting for him.

His footsteps involuntarily walked towards the office building, as if he was dragging his tiredness every day.

Everything here felt familiar and disgusting to him.

Everything was like a huge machine that devoured people's hearts, shattering the bodies and souls of employees into blood-smelling banknotes and values.

There is no one here.

But Fumio can still feel that this place is full of crowded workers and their miserable lives.

"Where the hell is this..."

Fumio strolled through it in his hazmat suit, and walked towards the second floor in confusion.

When he reached the second floor, he found that there was no one here.

That false prosperity, like a light during overtime, can only be regarded as a little comfort.

"This is Mattel's predecessor's seat... This is the manager's office..."

Fumio recognized the familiar facilities, and their faces appeared in his mind.

Finally, he crossed all the obstacles and saw his workstation, the computer still on.

Fumio sat in his chair and noticed that a video was playing on his computer, which was now on pause.

In the middle of the picture was a subway station, empty.

Fumio pressed the play button, and a voice came from the screen...

“...... I still have work to do!"

An angry figure appeared at the entrance to the subway station, stomping his feet angrily.

That's Fumio himself.

As soon as the picture turned, he was already sitting on the bench and starting to work, and the recorder who took the picture was next to him, but he never noticed it.

"Time... Am I going to be stuck here all the time!"

He threw the computer out and slammed it on the track.

The camera gives the computer a close-up, and then tracks Xiang's movements.

He walked down the stairs without looking back.

Just thirty seconds after Fumio's back disappeared, a subway train slowly approached and crushed the computer to pieces.

The train that felt the accident immediately stopped, and several personnel in charge of maintenance began to pick up debris and clean up the residue on the locomotive.

The time lasted for more than ten minutes, and the car was parked here.

Fumio, on the other hand, walked down in a hurry, without looking back at all.

"Liars, you're all liars..."

Fumio couldn't support his body, and fell into his chair, hugging his head and crying.

As soon as the picture turned, Fumio had already arrived at the slaughterhouse, groping his way forward in the dark.

All of them were humans, and all of them were former colleagues of Fumio.

But in Fumio's eyes, they are all pigs to be slaughtered.

Fumio looked at himself as if possessed by a demon, sucking blood in front of the board, and his greedy expression made him fearful.

"I... I really drank people..."

Fumio felt his throat tighten and wanted to vomit.

"Bang!"

The moment he bent over, all the lights in the building went out, leaving only the flashlight he was still holding in his hand.

Everything around him turned into nothingness, and only the computer in front of him slowly restarted.

A voice rang in his ears, with an attitude like his boss, arrogant and insatiable.

"Overtime! I can't finish all this work before the lights go out! I have to drag it out and chop it up!" Fumio

suddenly found that the protective suit on his body had been unfastened at some point, and the flashlight had become a light above his head.

I don't know when my hands were on the keyboard, typing the code, writing an infinitely repeated command.

He did not dare to stop, nor could he stop, like a madman enslaved by himself, repeating that meaningless labor.

Finally...... The lights went out, and he still couldn't finish his job and died in endless overtime.

Fumio's body collapsed in the pouring rain, and his already torn protective suit failed to withstand the erosion of the rain, leaving his spirit completely distorted and self-defeating.

A figure wearing a peaked cap and a hood over his head stood in front of him, holding a video camera, carefully recording the footage of his death.

This death event was logged on the weird talk wiki, and even live.

Agents at Research Center 7, which was tasked with monitoring the site, tried to cut off the livestream, but were blocked by a high-dimensional signal each time.

Chen Yan, who watched this farce, felt unprecedented comfort, and his fear value skyrocketed rapidly with the increase in the audience of the live broadcast.

As more and more people watched the live "killing show", a strange story began to spread among the masses....

(Go and write the last 2w words of the new book today, and come back tomorrow to apologize to everyone for your sins!).