Physical persuasion, scientific transcendence [unlimited]

Night falls.

At night, Fenghai City is brightly lit.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening, and most people in the sixteen-story government office building had already left work, except for the small conference hall on the fourteenth floor, where the lights were still on.

Around the large oval conference table, a few people were sitting scattered.

Wen Youning, who came back from another meeting in the city in the afternoon, was still wearing a straight white shirt and a dark blue suit. He tore off the tie of the same color from the neckline and threw it in the document bag.

The button on the collar of the white shirt was fastened to the top, covering it tightly.

Wen Youning sat at a corner of the conference table with his eyes downcast, and in front of him was a boxed lunch that only ate two bites.

He was holding his mobile phone, and was above the full-screen chicken eating game interface, but the WeChat floating window messages kept popping up, seriously blocking his view.

"Tool Man No. 4: My dear, I was wrong, answer my call and listen to my explanation."

"Tool Man No. 4: Don't get angry, baby, okay? I accidentally said the wrong thing yesterday when I was drunk with Mr. Kou and the others. It wasn't intentional."

"Tool Man No. 4: Baby, you should be angry and beat me and scold me. Don't ignore me, okay?"

Wen Youning thought in his heart, if it weren't for beating people, you would get into the game, and even in the game, you are my own acquaintances, can I not beat you into a dog?

Next to the conference table, which was two seats away from Wen Youning, was a young girl who was concentrating on sniping the enemy's head.

The face of first love, black and straight, the body is also a standard suit skirt and tie for a meeting, a thick stack of A4 document printing paper is randomly inserted in the pink bucket bag, and a name is written in the form of the form: Chacha .

The same box lunch has already been eaten seven to eight times, and was casually placed by the young girl's hand.

As Wen Youning's opportunity to replenish the gun was blocked by the floating window of WeChat again, the young girl who was forced to kill twelve heads alone in a game finally couldn't bear it anymore. After seeing the last chicken-eating animation, she turned her phone Take a pat on the table.

The young girl's voice was as gentle as water, "Brother Ning, wouldn't it be nice if we just block him for this kind of ex who breaks up and stalks you so much and keeps you from playing games?"

Wen Youning blinked those misty peach blossom eyes, but didn't directly click to enter the next game.

He explained in a gentle tone: "Miss Cha, I don't have the habit of blackmailing black people. After all, what should I do if I can't find anyone after collecting likes in the circle of friends or slashing at night."

Chacha: "..." It makes sense!

Next time she won't be blocked.

After a pause, Wen Youning said in a somewhat incomprehensible tone: "Although I don't understand why the ex-boyfriend who should be lying quietly in the friend list always keeps cheating, to be a qualified mutual help tool Isn't it okay for people to only show up when they need to change likes?"

Cha Cha was convinced: "Yeah, things like ex-boyfriends are dead even if they are alive, so why would they take the initiative to fake their own corpses?"

The two couldn't help but looked at each other, falling into the same puzzlement.

The fat guy who was sitting on the other side of the conference table raised his head warmly, seeing Wen Youning and Cha Cha who were suddenly surrounded by sorrow, he couldn't help but laugh.

In front of Fat Brother, there were two boxes of the same style.

During the meal, he caught a glimpse of the lunch box in front of Wen Youning, and couldn't help saying with concern: "Ningning will eat two more bites, you are eating cat food! It seems that you haven't eaten much today, and the tea girl eats more than you Much more."

Chacha rested his chin on one hand, and said leisurely: "Brother Ning is thinner than me, he couldn't eat me at all."

Wen Youning smiled, nodded in response, but did not move the disposable chopsticks.

He rested one hand on the conference table, his fingers as white as jade were slender and bony, he raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch, "Director Wang came over from there after the meeting, and it takes about half an hour to drive. "

At this moment, the advertisement played on the large screen in the meeting room ended.

The refreshing opening melody of Fenghai City Evening News, which has been consistent for decades, directly broke the silence in the conference room.

The two hosts, a man and a woman, are also old faces of friends in Fenghai City, and a familiar and clear magnetic voice rang out.

"Good evening, viewers and friends, welcome to the evening news program of Fenghai City."

"Today is July 2021, 7, Sunday, the second day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar. The main content of today's program is—"

"[Horror Live] APP spreads wildly; the emergency department of No. 1 civilian hospital in the city has added medical staff to protect the lives of the injured."

"Today, our city established the 'Strike and Handle [Thriller Live] Emergency Work Leading Group' to resolutely ban the illegal mobile phone software [Thriller Live] and maintain normal social order."

"Please listen to the details below..."

The fat guy who had been concentrating on eating suddenly stopped his chopsticks. He turned his head and looked at the big screen in the meeting room, "Huh? Today's establishment of the 'Strike and Disposal [Horror Live] Emergency Work Leading Group' is directly published on the news?"

Wen Youning has already turned off the game, turned off the vibration of the phone and turned it to silent, and let the bubbles of WeChat messages keep popping up.

He simply explained: "Recently, there have been too many people in Fenghai City who have been dragged in by the [Thriller Live] to have accidents, and they can't hide it at all. What's more, they still live broadcast, even if they are not pulled in, they can still see others. something happened."

Speaking of this, the expressions on the faces of everyone present became a little ugly.

If it weren't for this, Wen Youning's working group would not have been established overnight in such a hurry.

Wen Youning continued: "Once the situation is confirmed here, a meeting has been held, and it will be announced directly on the news. At least it will give people a sense of confidence. Don't accidentally go in and not figure out what's going on, thinking that you just ran into someone What kind of variety show to trick passers-by."

The fat man had disposable chopsticks hanging in his hand, and he said with a worried expression, "I heard that the death rate of ordinary people who were pulled into [Thriller Live] has exceeded 20%?"

Wen Youning shook his head, "The current 22.7% is only calculated based on the information provided by the people who chose to call the police after getting away with it. Considering that some people died on the scene of [Thriller Live], and some people chose not to report the crime after they came out, the actual number of deaths is afraid. It’s much more than that.”

Just as he was talking, Wen Youning's phone, which kept popping up WeChat messages, suddenly flashed a downloading page.

The app icon with red letters on a black background is exactly the [Thriller Live] they just mentioned.

Chacha's expression changed, "Your phone!"

Wen Youning immediately unlocked the phone, closed all other background programs, looked at the page that had been downloaded and was being installed [Thriller Live], and said in a deep voice: "At 7:11 pm on July 7th, [Thriller Live] will automatically download and install without triggering .”

The fat brother has already pushed the lunch box away with a sharp movement that doesn't match his body type, opened the meeting minutes and quickly wrote the information that Wen Youning just provided.

Wen Youning wasn't even playing with his phone just now.

If it wasn't for that WeChat message that keeps popping up and waking up the screen, they wouldn't be able to find out the automatic download and installation process of [Thriller Live].

The fat guy with the pen in his hand immediately sat up straight, leaned forward, and quickly said with a serious expression: "Before, [Thriller Live] still required users to take their mobile phones to download it themselves."

In less than ten seconds, the [Thriller Live] app on Wen Youning's phone has been downloaded.

This dirty dark red APP seemed to be a virus software. It opened itself directly, and locked on the screen of a group rental house that was dimly lit and looked more and more messy.

《笼屋》直播场景开启倒计时：“5、4、3、2、1，开始！”

Wen Youning grabbed the phone and took a few steps back in a hurry, almost pushing himself into the corner of the conference room, "Stay away from me!"

——In the previous report information, there was a situation where the reporter did not install the [Thriller Live] APP on his mobile phone, but was brought into the live broadcast scene by people around him.

In the next moment, a living person like Wen Youning disappeared from the meeting room in full view.

Cha Cha and Fat Brother, who stayed where they were, looked at each other for a moment, and immediately jumped up from their seats like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Fuck?"

"This idiot APP is outputting by face riding!?"

"I'll call Director Wang and the others to report the situation and tell them to be careful."

"Trash!"

Chacha has already rushed to the computer, turned off the "Evening News" column that was being broadcast on the big screen, and then opened the web version of "Thriller Live", trying to find Wen Youning's trace.

The live broadcast room of [Thriller Live] is just like its name, except for "Thriller" and "Live Broadcast", it is pure rubbish.

In the lower right corner of the webpage, there is only a "Change Batch" button, no search box, and no next page.

The technical investigation staff of the Fenghai City Police Department once tried to crawl the web live broadcast rooms to grab data and count the number and content of the existing live broadcast rooms, but failed.

Now Cha Cha can only keep clicking "Change Batch" to see if he can find the scene where Wen Youning is by luck.

·

After a strange dizziness, Wen Youning appeared out of nowhere in the live broadcast scene he had just seen on his phone.

It was a very dimly lit room, surrounded by an unpleasant smell of decay, damp mold, and sweat that almost made one sick.

Suddenly there was a sound of rubbing footsteps behind him, followed by a man's deep and sexy voice.

"Baby, why didn't you answer my call?"

Wen Youning turned around abruptly.

It was a man who was supposed to be tall and handsome, but now his face was pale and gray, and his eyes were full of haggard bloodshot eyes.

The haute couture suit, which was originally extravagant and luxurious, and every line was extremely docile, was already stained with bright red blood.

The man was holding a knife and slowly walking towards Wen Youning.

——This is Tool Man No. 4 who was broken up by him just yesterday.

Toolman No. 4 opened the corner of his mouth, stared at Wen Youning, and kept saying, "Honey, I miss you so much, I can't find you anywhere."

"Baby, I finally found you, let's die together, we will never be apart—"

Wen Youning, who had no appetite for boxed lunch at night and was now nauseated by the smell around him, looked sick. He took a step forward and grabbed the knife, then stabbed it into the opponent's chest with his backhand.

Accompanied by the muffled sound of the blade sinking into Tool Man No. 4's chest, the man wanted to struggle, but was directly pierced by the blade to the ground, unable to move.

Wen Youning's slender and beautiful fingers held the handle of the knife without moving, and said listlessly: "I will die myself, I don't need you to teach me."

·

In the real world, in the conference room on the [-]th floor, Cha Cha, Fat Brother and others anxiously kept refreshing to find Wen Youning's live broadcast room.

The audience in the newcomer live broadcast room is usually only three or two kittens, and it is not known whether they are zombie fans given away by the system.

Relying on the garbage interface of [Thriller Live] to randomly search for a person is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, they are lucky.

All of a sudden, Fat Brother cheered up and shouted: "I found it!"

Several people squeezed behind Fat Brother at the same time, just in time to see the scene of Wen Youning stabbing the knife in the live broadcast room.

In the next second, Wen Youning directly pulled out the knife again, and a large amount of blood gushed out from Toolman No. 4's chest.

Everyone was stunned immediately: "Fuck!"

Cha Cha immediately called Tool Man No. 4.

The phone on the other side probably rang once, and was immediately connected.

Chacha spoke softly, uttering words clearly, but speaking quickly: "Are you still alive?"

The deep and anxious male voice was obviously full of unexpected surprises, "Chacha? Is my baby with you? You give him the phone and ask him to answer my call—"

Before finishing talking on No. 4, Cha Cha hung up the phone with a "snap" and didn't say a word to the other party.

Cha Cha turned his head, and calmly said to Fat Brother and the others: "It's alive, it's fine."

Fat Brother and the others nodded in a daze.

At the same time, in the live broadcast room, Wen Youning held the bloody knife and kicked the seriously injured man into the corner.

Before he was about to turn into a fresh corpse, the handsome man with pale face curled up in the corner of the wall, with blood foaming from the corner of his mouth, he asked intermittently: "You...why...why..."

Wen Youning's cold white cheeks were splashed with a few drops of blood. When he looked down, his eyebrows and eyes were exquisite and sharp, revealing a kind of boredom, "He's dizzy with blood, idiot."