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Wedge

Wedge –

It's your first day at work.

The company's office is located on the thirteenth floor of a residential building.
The residential building is an old high-rise built in the center of the city many years ago, and I don't know how many ups and downs it has experienced, and the people who built it back then did not have any sense of planning, let alone think about carefully renovating this building. By the time you get to work, the building is dilapidated and old.
The elevator room here is dirty, and there is always a screeching sound when it is running, and when you take the elevator, you are always worried that the elevator will break down.

Fortunately, this time the elevator still managed to send you to the thirteenth floor.

After the elevator door opens, you hurriedly walk out.
As soon as you look up, you can see a long hallway, which is poorly designed and completely devoid of natural lighting, and the only light comes from the dim incandescent lights overhead.
On either side of the hallway are a row of symmetrical vermilion security doors, which look like there are many rooms, but you never see anyone coming out of them. Many of the doors have pink property reminders on them, and when you look at them, you can see that the time in the bottom right corner is four years ago.
The floor was dirty, blackened near the wall, and only a small strip in the middle could barely make out the beige tiles.

As for your new company location, it's at the very end of the corridor.
You walk into your company with your neck hunched and not expecting much of it. It is said that it is a company, but this is actually an office converted from an ordinary house. Probably because of this, it always makes you feel stuffy and crowded...... Although, there aren't really many staff here.

It's certainly not the work environment you want.

But......

Alas, in this world, it is good to have a job.

You try to comfort yourself.
The person who interviewed you before was a middle-aged man with a dark face, and you thought he was personnel, but you didn't expect him to be your boss. After seeing you, he takes you to his desk.

Your desk is broken, like it was collected from the second-hand market.
But even more broken is your computer, which, judging by the shiny slurry on the keyboard, has long since weathered.
You're shocked at how old the computer is, and just when you wonder if it's going to turn on at all, the computer starts up buzzing and panting.
You sat down in your seat tremblingly, and when you reached out to touch the keyboard, you inexplicably shuddered because of the feel of the keyboard. It's not because of the slimy feel of the keyboard, but because of the slight warmth that spreads from your fingertips when you touch the keycaps...... It's like touching something alive.

Tsk, that's a lot of thinking.

You came to your senses quickly live,and began to work.
Okay, from now on, you've officially become a pheasant MCN.
Of course, if you look at the company's environment, your company can't sign any traffic at all, so your main job content is to post some incomprehensible text content on the company's account like a robot, as if someone will really read these accounts.
You're going to feel like you're wasting your life, and one day, you accidentally clicked a memo on your old computer, and then you saw an unfamiliar account number and password.

You can actually ignore that account.

Many times afterward, you will be reminded of this boring afternoon.
You'd think if only you had just turned that memo off at the time...... It's a pity that there is never a regret medicine in this world.
At the time, you just logged into the gray account that was forgotten by the company out of boredom.

“JianXi bot”。

The name doesn't have any memory points and doesn't see any meaning.
When you see the number of followers of the account, you can't help but be stunned, you can be sure that this must be an account in the early days of the company's business, otherwise it is impossible to spend money to buy such an exaggerated number of zombie fans.

And when you see the content of the account, you raise your eyebrows.
Well, how to put it, not long ago, this account also posted content, and it looks like it should have been posted by your last one.

It's just that those sentences seem to be a bit of a preamble.
Of course, at the beginning, the content of this account was very ordinary, no different from the unauthorised reprints that you posted.
After that, this account seems to have changed direction and started to do the submission bot class.,You glanced at it.,I think it's all headless and brainless nonsense.。
But gradually, gradually, in addition to posting, the content posted by this account became inexplicable.

[@JianXibot: What exactly do you want to do ]

[@JianXibot: Don't post it, I won't read it.]

[@JianXibot: Is it interesting to pretend to be a ghost? ]

……
It seems that this subcutaneous person is being harassed by private messages, but while all kinds of refusals to submit, the account has been sending various contributions regularly.
And the various personal remarks sent by the account owner in the interval between these contributions have gradually become strange.

[@JianXibot: I really didn't mean to let me go. ]
[@JianXibot: I know you've been watching me, I don't mean to offend you, I'm obedient, I've done everything, you spare me, I can't stand it. ]

……

And the last one by one people sent content, just a few months ago.
[@JianXibot: I know I'm not saved, you'll come, right, you won't let me go at all, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid anymore, winter is autumn, this apple is delicious, the butterfly flew away Italy macaroni saw this sentence, you and I will]
You looked at the Weibo speechlessly, still wondering what kind of crazy literature this was, when you heard the sound of a private message in the background.

Only then did you realize that there had been countless unread messages in the background.
When you click on it, you realize that it is all from other people's contributions.
What's the matter, the company gave you so many zombie accounts, but hid the real accounts with such high activity? You are inevitably a little unhappy, and while thinking about it, you clicked on the submission.
You just wanted to take a casual look, but when you didn't expect to look at it, all your attention was attracted by the content of the post.

The author contributed a story about the "brother" under the bed.

[…… My grandmother told me that he was my brother. ]
[When I was a child, I really didn't understand why I called the bones in the urn "brother", and why I still put rice under the bed every day, saying that it was to bring food to my brother. ]
[Actually, I've always been afraid of my brother, after all, it's a columbarium, but my grandmother has always told me that I am the only one in the family who can bring food to my brother, because I am a man and I don't have to worry about having children or something. ]
[My grandmother always said that as long as my brother is here, I don't have to worry about anyone hurting me, but I found out later that ......]

[She's lying to me. ]

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@JianXibot：

Submission No. 1114

"Ghost Brother"