Fear Collection

"There is one more." Xie Jinxi said to Muta, "We search separately, you look for the left and I look for the right. It should only be divided into eight parts, hands, arms, head, upper body, torso and legs. to seven minutes."

Muta understood.

The main problem in clothing stores is that there are too many clothes hanging, blocking the view, and there are many boxes on the top of the cabinet and in the drawers, and there are many gaps in various corners and corners.

But after all, the area is limited. Xie Jinxi and Muta cooperated with each other and searched the store quickly. They found the largest upper body on the cabinet full of clothes, found the head under the cash register, and found it in the large drawer under the cabinet. Lost two legs.

Muta handed one of the legs to Xie Jinxi and said, "You put on your clothes first and assemble them, and I'll find the box on the cabinet."

Xie Jinxi took the pale plastic leg, put the two legs together into a half-length skirt, and then stuck the upper body and lower body together.

Muta's eyes flicked across the neatly arranged boxes on the cabinet one by one. Once the eagle's sharp eyes caught a trace, he quickly stepped on the stool and pulled out the box to open it for inspection.

Muta's efficiency and accuracy are very high, and he quickly found his arms, and he handed them to Xie Jinxi.

Xie Jinxi also put on clothes on the upper body of the plastic model, and then put on the arms, the hand he found at the beginning, and the model's head.

"One hand left."

Xie Jinxi turned on the phone and looked at it. There was 1 minute and 45 seconds left, and there was one hand left. He and Muta had already searched for it. Where would the remaining one be?where will it be

Xie Jinxi's eyes wandered back and forth in the clothing store. They have opened every drawer under the cabinet, and Muta is opening other boxes on the cabinet. They have not checked the cash register, and they have also checked among the clothes... They have seen all the corners and corners, where will it be...

Xie Jinxi's eyes suddenly fell on the air vent, which was just in front of and above the window. Last night he saw a plastic model standing in front of the window and looking at him...

"Mutta! Up! Vents!"

Hearing this, Muta glanced at the ceiling and confirmed the position of the vent, then jumped off the stool and kicked the stool towards the window.

The stool hit the wall under the window and stopped firmly. Muta rushed to jump on the stool in three steps at a time, hooked the baffle of the vent with both hands, and pulled it down with all his might.

With a bang, the baffle was pulled off by Muta, and at the same time a white plastic hand fell into Muta's arms.

Muta picked up the plastic hand, looked at Xie Jinxi, estimated the distance, and then threw it directly.

Xie Jinxi spotted the parabola, successfully caught it, then turned around and aimed at the empty wrist of the plastic model, and slammed it hard...

click.

Just put that hand on the card.

Xie Jinxi turned on the phone and saw that on the screen, the seconds were jumping from 58 to 59, and then to 00.

Fortunately, fortunately, I finally caught up.

Xie Jinxi's nerves suddenly relaxed.

As soon as [-]:[-] a.m., the supervisor came over and walked around, and left again after seeing nothing unusual.

Jin Zilin, Liao Yushu and others still have to work here for a whole day, but for Xie Jinxi and Muta, there is only one hour before the day shift ends.

Xie Jinxi and Muta still sat down on the fiberglass stools scattered in the clothing area and waited to get off work.

Xie Jinxi sorted out the information in his mind, and the conjecture in his mind became clearer. He asked Muta: "Can you tell me about the past? I shouldn't just have amnesia, did I... die once? "

Muta looked at Xie Jinxi in surprise when he heard the words. He was not familiar with Xie Jinxi before, so he only told Xie Jinxi about the reverse world.In order to make Xie Jinxi more acceptable, he only said that Xie Jinxi had lost his memory and did not tell him that he had died once, but now Xie Jinxi suddenly raised this conjecture.

Muta nodded and said, "We were not familiar with each other before, I was afraid you would find it hard to accept, so I didn't say anything, yes."

"How did you guess that?" Muta asked.

That's right, Xie Jinxi knew it well, smiled and said: "It has something to do with the counterpart, I already know what my counterpart is..."

Before Xie Jinxi finished speaking, the smile on his face suddenly froze. He went to the rear of the Muta side, which is the No.11 shop, and the model they assembled last turned his head to look at him slowly.

Xie Jinxi was startled, and blurted out: "How is it possible?"

Muta followed his gaze and looked back, also seeing the plastic mannequin with its head turned and facing them.

Under the watchful eyes of the two, the plastic model suspected to have Wang Guangshu's body inside, the left hand that was finally installed suddenly fell off.

Several thoughts flashed through Xie Jinxi's mind. How could it be possible? They assembled the model according to the rules and put on their clothes before eight o'clock. How could this model still move during the day?

"What time is it?" Muta asked, looking away.

Xie Jinxi looked at his phone and found that it was already past nine o'clock in the morning, and said, "It's past nine o'clock."

Muta pulled Xie Jinxi to stand up, and led him towards the side stairs without looking back.

"It's time for us to get off work, let's go first."

Regardless of why the plastic mannequin is moving, the main thing is that they get out of here first.

But there is one thing that both Xie Jinxi and Muta understand in their hearts. Whether it was the plastic model moving to the window to stare at Xie Jinxi last night, or the plastic model having an abnormality during business hours today, it can be seen that the evening shift will never be easy. .

……

On the third floor of the department store, Chen Zhengde numbly found a bag of tomatoes in the hands of the customer in front of him, put it on the electronic scale, and pressed the corresponding button.Just listen to the 'bell', and a price tag is printed out.

Chen Zhengde then pasted the price tag on the bag and handed it to the customer in front of him.

This process repeats itself, and it is the same on the first day during the day, and it is also the same today.

The customers here would not say a single word to him, and even the supervisor just brought him here, demonstrated the operation to him, and then left without saying a word.

He couldn't hear anyone talking to him while he was working, except for the 'bell' before the price tag was printed.

Chen Zhengde tried to talk to the supervisor or the customer on the first day, but no matter how hard he tried to speak, the supervisor and the customer would not answer him even a word.

This kind of mechanical and repetitive work makes him feel tired after only one day, which is a kind of pure mental torture

Chen Zhengde's movements tended to be more and more programmed, reaching out, putting down, pressing, picking up, and handing to the other party. After dozens of repetitions, these movements were almost exactly the same.

Moreover, how high the arm is raised when reaching out to receive something, and how long the arm is stretched out when handing it to the other party, all have similar fixed values. This is also the best movement that the body automatically explores to save effort and be most efficient.After forming muscle memory, Chen Zhengde didn't need to think at all, he just let his body react automatically.

At the beginning, with his brain free, he still thought about what his counterpart was, and actively observed the surrounding environment.But at the end of the day, at night, he already felt like a numb machine, with nothing but blankness in his brain.

The only thing left in his mind was the ringing of the 'bell'.

When he got off work at night, the lights suddenly went out, and no one informed him that he was going to get off work.He stood numbly in the dark for a while, then pressed the button of the electronic scale again, and after hearing the 'bell', he turned and left the department store silently.

On the way back, Chen Zhengde only felt very tired. He thought about something but didn't think about anything. He just felt tired, too tired.

In reality, he is a very ordinary middle-aged social animal, working overtime every day, currying favor with his boss, and the fear of being fired is always lurking in his heart.There is no way, there are old and young, and his wife is pregnant again, so he is the only one left to support the whole family.

Money is what I think about when I open my eyes every day, and the last thought before going to bed is still money.

He must not be 'optimized' by the current company. Once he loses his job, at his age, his physical strength is far inferior to that of young people, so it will be difficult to find another job that can support his family.

So he turned on the phone 24 hours a day, got up to process information as soon as the phone rang, worked hard to give gifts to his boss, and build a good relationship with his colleagues in the office. He didn't expect to be promoted but only hoped not to be fired.

He was very tired, his body was tired, his heart was tired too, and his tiredness multiplied until in the middle of the night when he heard his mobile phone ringing again. , What he thought in his mind was that if he didn't reply quickly, his performance would be deducted.

It's a pity that when he woke up again, he came to a world completely unfamiliar to him, but the world after death was still so tiring.He was like a worm stuck to a spider web, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, he just quietly waited for the spider to crawl over and dissolve his body and soul together.

After getting off work on the first day, Chen Zhengde, who returned to the unit building, went upstairs numbly, ate, washed, and lay down on the bed to sleep.

The moment he closed his eyes, he didn't think about anything.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for the sound of "ring ring ring ring" to explode in his ears. 'Ring ring ring' sound of electronic scales.

Chen Zhengde sat up irritablely, searched around and around, and finally he remembered... Oh yes, he doesn't have a mobile phone.

So where did the sound come from?

Amidst a series of piercing 'rings', Chen Zhengde stood alone in room 701, his numb face and eyes widened slightly, full of fear.

It also rang on the first night, but it only rang for a while, but it rang all night after returning from work. The tormented Chen Zhengde was about to have a nervous breakdown.

So the next morning, when he appeared in front of Liao Yushu and others, he was so inhuman.

He didn't sleep yesterday and last night, and today, he has to work all day.

Chen Zhengde raised his hand. As a result, the plastic bag full of vegetables was placed on the electronic scale, and he pressed the button. After a 'bell' sounded, the price tag was printed, and the price tag was pasted on the bag, and the bag was handed to the customer.

Chen Zhengde was like a standard robot, numbly repeating the same movements.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-2617:31:31~2021-07-2722:37:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 49772866, 1 piece of quality;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!