Weird live broadcast: I can deduce infinitely

Gu Yi ran out of the publishing house and squatted in the corridor panting heavily.

"Take it easy, take it easy."

Gu Yi kept using psychological hints to himself, which brought the excessive heart rate back to the normal level.

In the publishing house, not only was he unable to use psychological hints to others, but he also developed resistance to psychological hints. He leaned against a corner and rested for a while before standing up again.

"Mud?"

The baby hugged Gu Yi's calf with a worried expression on his face.

Gu Yi picked up the doll and put him back in his arms, "Don't worry, I just had a hard time accepting it for a while, and it's all over now."

"Mud?"

The doll turned her head and pointed to the door of the publishing house.

"Of course I have to go in, I have to prepare for a while."

Gu Yi lowered his head, silently thinking about what he saw and heard just now.

JOJO, Pikachu, SpongeBob SquarePants...

These are all the people Gu Yi met in the Dark Moon Circus, and their stories and experiences are exactly the same as the animations in the publishing house.

Gu Yi can't stand outside the publishing house and deduce the things inside the publishing house. Does it mean that the opposite world is actually another parallel world?

and so……

Are all the adventurers in the weird world actually works of art in a parallel world?The "great work" that Weird World has always emphasized does not have any extended meaning but only superficial meaning.

Thinking of this, Gu Yi took out his mobile phone and searched for Yangshizi Publishing House.

The address, introduction, and recruitment information are all available, and there is nothing wrong with it.However, when Gu Yi checked their internal photos, he found that the photos of their working environment looked extremely weird.

I don't know why, but the photos of the working environment use oil painting filters, which generally give people a sense of discomfort.

The whole picture is very dark, the tables, chairs and benches are not arranged neatly and the shooting angle is very high, which makes the whole picture look like a photo taken at a crime scene.

The body movements of the people in the photos are distorted, as if steel nails are nailed to the joints, and the expressions on their faces are very stiff, just like posthumous photos.

Gu Yi exited and re-entered, and looked through several sign advertisements on the recruitment platform. He found that all the promotional photos of the publishing house used this kind of underworld filter and weird composition.

What's even more frightening is that none of the applicants who left messages under the advertisement expressed any inappropriateness.

"Everything we do in the weird world is actually an entertainment for people's entertainment."

As Gu Yi was talking to himself, his heart began to ache again. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. It took him a long time to resist the powerful mental shock.

——I must adapt to this kind of mental shock without psychological hints, otherwise he would have no way to continue to explore in the publishing house.

Gu Yi squatted on the ground, fine beads of sweat flowed from his forehead.

3 minutes seems to Gu Yi to be as long as 30 years.

"Mud..."

The baby stretched out her hand and wiped the sweat off Gu Yi's head.

Gu Yi grinned and patted the doll's head lightly, "It's okay, I'm fine now, I've experienced no matter how powerful the mental shock is, this kind of pain is just a trivial matter."

After this wave of shock passed, Gu Yi continued to think.

For the copy world, I am a person outside the box, and the publishing house next door is also a person outside the box for myself.

When the person in the box knows the truth, it is natural to suffer a strong mental shock.

So, could the people in the publishing house be the people in another box?

Gu Yi shook his head, he suddenly felt that such thinking was meaningless, because it would only lead him into the "nihilism" of doubting everything.

"I should firmly believe that my own world is the real world, and all this is just an illusion they have shaken my belief. The publishing house is not from another world, he is just another weird illusion created by the director."

Mastery of ideas.

Invigorated.

After thinking about all this, Gu Yi regained his strength, and the truth about the publishing house will not cause any harm to him anymore.

"Mud."

The baby grinned and gave Gu Yi two thumbs up.

"Don't come out after you go in, just stay in my arms."

"Mud."

The doll hid in Gu Yi's arms.

Gu Yi took a deep breath and opened the door of the publishing house again.

The girl at the front desk saw Gu Yi and immediately raised her head.

"Are you okay?" The front desk looked at Gu Yi confusedly, "Just now I saw your face was rather ugly, what happened to you? Do you need me to call you an ambulance?"

"It's okay, I just had diarrhea."

"oh, I see."

Gu Yi nodded and closed his eyes.

(Deduction begins!)

(You walk up to the girl at the front desk and initiate the conversation.)

(You: I'm here for an interview.)

(Receptionist: Who invited you here?)

(You: His surname is Sun.)

(Receptionist: OK, please register here first.)

(You: I came for the interview at noon, didn't I bother you?)

(Receptionist: It’s okay, our lunch break is almost over anyway.)

(You register and follow the front desk to the living room.)

(You stare at the employee's computer screen for a moment, and you realize that the force of the psychic shock here is still strong, and you grow angry inside, but you still maintain restraint on the surface.)

(The front desk hands you an application registration form, and you quickly fill in the information on it, falsifying some experience in the work resume column.)

(You draw a few strokes on it casually, and put the registration form on the corner of the table.)

(While waiting, you pull out your phone and check the publishing house's job ad.)

(Photos reserved for ads have become normal, no more hell filters and clutter.)

(After about 10 minutes, the interviewer comes to you.)

(Interviewer: Sorry for the long wait.)

(You: It's okay.)

(You force a smile, but the irritability in your heart not only does not decrease, but increases.)

(Interviewer: Sorry, I may not remember very well. What position are you interviewing for? Proofreading? Editing?)

(You: Neither, I just want to run the channel.)

(The interviewer purses his lips and glances at his notebook.)

(Interviewer: Oh, I see. You seem to have done some sales and marketing work, but the channel sales of publishing houses are different from those of ordinary companies, so...)

(You: The business of physical publishing is not doing well recently.)

(Interviewer: Hehe, our publishing house is not top-notch in the industry, but we can still rank among the top ten in terms of ranking.)

(You: Ten poor people can compare who is richer together, and they can always compare one, two, three, four.)

(Interviewer: Hmph, you are really impolite.)

(You: You’re not telling the truth, so I can’t act stupid with you, can I? Maybe you won’t face the reality until the company is about to close down.)