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In the dark environment, Zhou Yan felt more clearly how hot Lu Chenzhao's gaze fell on him.

Zhou Yan was silent for a moment, then handed the phone to Lu Chenzhao's hands expressionlessly: "Which one should I order?"

"Choose whichever you like." Lu Chenzhao smiled and gathered his slender fingers into his palms, resting the back of his hand on the back of the front seat, "I just want to help you order, I don't intend to help you make a decision .”

Lu Chenzhao stretched out his index finger and swipe it against Zhou Yan's phone screen: "If you choose the one I hope you choose, I can't help but think about it."

Zhou Yan looked down at Lu Chenzhao's fingertips: "You can't influence my decision."

"Oh." Lu Chenzhao withdrew his left hand, put his fingertips on his lips and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand, and tapped on the bottom of Zhou Yan's phone screen, "I suggest you choose this."

Lu Chenzhao suggested choosing someone who is interested.

Zhou Yan sat on the seat, held the phone in front of his chest, and looked at the screen quietly.

"You're not very lucky. Even if you don't choose, I'm afraid you will be pulled in again soon." Lu Chenzhao sat with his back against the back, turned his head to look at Zhou Yan's handsome side face, and his eyes were on Zhou Yan's left earlobe. The red mole stayed for a few seconds and landed on the tip of Zhou Yan's nose, "I hope that when you come in next time, you can hold the expectation that you can finally meet me again, instead of being dragged by the APP without knowing anything. Come in."

Zhou Yan said coldly: "What you said will not happen."

The next time he comes in, he will meet a completely different person.

"But I have a hunch that you will meet me every time you come in, and you can't hide from me..." Lu Chenzhao narrowed his eyes and smiled, the monocle mirror on the bridge of his nose shone softly in the dark, and said As he spoke, there was a bit of anticipation on his face, "It's a bit bad, why don't you choose not to, I suddenly feel that it is more a surprise to meet in an unknown situation, I really want to see you in that situation , what expression will you show?"

Zhou Yan tilted his head and glanced at Lu Chenzhao: "...It's really hard for you to make up so much about the disappearance."

Lu Chenzhao smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

Zhou Yan quickly denied it, but he knew in his heart that there must be some basis for Lu Chenzhao to think so, and it might be possible for them to meet again.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan was inexplicably a little irritable.

"Others have chosen it long ago, and you haven't decided what to choose yet." Lu Chenzhao glanced at the phones in the first few rows and turned off. I'm sorry, I didn't expect me to be so careful, but it still affected you."

Zhou Yan glanced at Lu Chenzhao indifferently, grabbed the phone with one hand to avoid Lu Chenzhao's sight, and the moment he stuffed the phone into his pocket, he clicked on the option he wanted to choose from the beginning.

Headache mixed with dizziness suddenly struck, Zhou Yan tilted his head and fell down.

Before losing consciousness, he felt a warm embrace, and vaguely heard Lu Chenzhao leaning into his ear and saying, "What should I do, we haven't parted yet, and I'm looking forward to meeting you next time."

Only a few minutes had passed since he lost consciousness. When Zhou Yan opened his eyes, he saw his own study.He was sitting at the desk in the study with a mobile phone in his hand, and everything around him was the same as before he was pulled in by the APP.

Zhou Yan turned on the screen of his phone, and the time displayed was [-]:[-] p.m., and it was only [-] minutes after he opened the Horror Recycling Field APP to read a book.

Excluding the five or ten minutes that Zhou Yan spent on reading, Zhou Yan roughly estimated that during the few days he stayed in Hongwa Village, only ten minutes had passed in the real world.

"Deng deng deng-"

The familiar ringtone of the voice call suddenly rang, Zhou Yan glanced down, and found that the person who dialed the voice call for him was not a friend in a certain social software, but an account named "Horror Recycling Field Customer Service 008" in the Horror Recycling Field app through the recycling field. It was dialed by the APP.

He remembered that the Horror Recycling Field APP only had novel reading and forum sections, but no social system, let alone a voice call function.

"Deng deng deng-"

The ringing kept ringing, Zhou Yan picked up the phone, sat on the chair and connected the voice call.

A cold and mechanical female voice came from the mobile phone: "Hello, dear Mr. Zhou Yan, I am customer service 008 of the Terror Recycling Field. Before starting the call, I would like to confirm with you again that you really intend to join Terror Recycling Yard, be a part of this group, right?"

Zhou Yan: "Yes."

Customer service 008 continued to ask: "It has been 3 minutes since you left Hongwa Village. May I ask if you feel any discomfort at the moment? Specific symptoms include but are not limited to dizziness, palpitation, shortness of breath, inability to see normally, fear of the dark, inability to Dare to look in the mirror, feel that there are unknown creatures who want to hurt themselves, etc."

Zhou Yan: "My body is normal and I don't feel any discomfort."

"Are you sure?" Customer service 008 paused for a moment, "Under certain circumstances, feeling normal is a very dangerous symptom."

Zhou Yan: "I'm sure."

"Okay, I trust your judgment on your body for the time being." Customer service 008 said after a while, "Mr. Zhou Yan, the staff of the recycling yard just now have opened the temporary authority of the internal staff for you. Before the formal contract is signed, You can first use the temporary permission to query some information you can know in the APP."

"Since the content of your work is highly confidential, only offline contract signing is supported. About 1 minute after the end of this call, you will receive a notification from the official account of the recycling yard. Please be careful Check the content of the notice, be sure to arrive at the place described in the notice on time, and sign the work contract with our staff."

Zhou Yan: "Well, I see."

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, goodbye."

After the customer service 008 finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and the interface of the mobile phone screen stayed at the main interface of the terrorist recovery site.

The color scheme of the main interface is different from the black text on a white background that Zhou Yan is used to. It has become the white text on a black background that he has seen in Hongwa Village, as if the night mode is turned on.

The content displayed on the main interface of the APP is the same as before. In addition to the three categories of bookshelf, bookstore, and forum, there are two sections of news and address book at the bottom. It seems that ordinary chat software and terrorist recycling are directly merged together.

Zhou Yan clicked on the address book, and saw that there were only two accounts in the friend list, one was the official account of the Terror Recycling Field, and the other was the customer service 008 of the Terror Recycling Field.

Just one minute after the end of the call, the message notification sounded.

Zhou Yan clicked on the message list and saw the notification from the official account.

Dear Mr. Zhou Yan:

Hello.

Thank you for your interest in becoming a member of the Recycling Yard of Horror.Now please bring your original ID card to the Terrorist Recycling Field Branch at 12:19 on December 10, xxxx to sign the entry contract.If you fail to arrive on time, or temporarily regret it, you will be responsible for the consequences.

Address: Room 8, 801th Floor, Xixian Plaza, Xixian [-]rd Road, Yulin District, Hongshan City

Contact: None

Contact number: none

Zhou Yan lives in Xilin District, Sequoia City, about half an hour's drive from the address in the notice.

He wrote down the agreed time and address, then cut out the message list, opened the bookshelf and took a look, the books displayed on the bookshelf were the same as before, nothing changed.

The Book City is the main interface of the Terror Recycling Field. Zhou Yan had just seen that after opening the internal permissions, the content displayed in the Book City was the same as before, so he didn't click on it again, and directly opened the forum.

When Zhou Yan just downloaded this app, he went to the forum to see it. He knew that the recycling field APP forum includes two partitions, one is the communication area and the other is the original area.Clicking in this time, he saw that there was an extra section for investigators in the forum.

Perhaps the internal authority mentioned by customer service 008 is this. Zhou Yan clicked on the investigator area, and saw that the investigator area was divided into two areas, namely the chat area and the task area.

Feeling that there might not be any news he wanted to see in the chat, Zhou Yan directly clicked on the task area.

[Sorry, your permissions are insufficient to view. 】

Zhou Yan calmly opened the chat area, and saw many posts floating on the front page, and each post had many replies.

[Small chat: It is said that a certain indescribable boss came out for a walk again tonight, scaring the staff on duty at the headquarters! 】

[Communication: A new task is about to be completed, please recommend an easy-to-use pollutant that can be collected by a three-person team. 】

[Small chat: I really want to know who the indescribable boss mentioned in the hottest post is, but I don't have enough authority to get in. Is there anyone who is willing to tell me? 】

[Chat: The one who wants to know who the boss is, it's not that I don't want to tell you, even if I tell you, you won't be able to see the content, and the post will be deleted in seconds. 】

……

Even the chat area has permissions set?

Zhou Yan frowned and clicked on the top few posts, and found that he did not have permission to view each post.

Zhou Yan waited patiently, clicked on the forum search box, and entered the three words "Hongwa Village" to search. Unexpectedly, even the search function required higher permissions to use.

Zhou Yan's face became colder and colder.

Therefore, the staff gave him temporary permission just to let him read the title of the post in the chat area! ?

"Di-"

A message pops up at the top of the Horror Recycling Field app.

[Ding, the author you follow has released a new book "The Mystery of Hongwa Village Hotel" by Anonymous, come and take a look! 】

Zhou Yan entered the work details page of "The Mystery of Hongwa Village Hotel" through the address in the message prompt, and the red bungalow painted on the cover picture was exactly the same as the one he had seen in Hongwa Village.