Yu Chengheng is a graduate student majoring in network information engineering.

After graduation, I didn’t want to be bullied by my boss, so I chose to work alone.

With solid and excellent technology and long-term reputation accumulated, we can always receive some outsourcing orders.

My life is relatively comfortable, I have good food, drink, and housing, but I can't save any money.

His commonly used online name is ‘Internet Migrant Workers 1024’.

He is usually bored when he has free time, and the most he does is surf the Internet intensively, discuss politics in groups, drive, and criticize people online. There is nothing he dares not do.

Of course, he is also very professional and ethical. If you want to treat him like a man, you can just call him dad... He is not short of money, but he doesn't mind having too much money and can't get along with it.

For example, this old man who previously gave him money to help find someone,

Yu Chengheng's attitude toward this old man went from being incomprehensible at the beginning to being amiable at the end.

No matter how you look at it, this old man must be a good person, so if you help a good person, there will be no problem at all.

"Well...post..."

He stood up from the bed in the bedroom and sat in front of the computer desk. Yu Chengheng raised his head and looked out the window through the gap in the curtains.

Although it was already late at night, for him, the day had only just begun.

Lowering his head and using the computer, Yu Chengheng once again opened the post link sent to him by Ping Yijinren,

Sliding the mouse, he slowly browsed the content of the post, and then the speed became slower and slower.

"...It feels like something is really going on..."

He also became a little curious and at least confirmed that the two photos containing the ID card were of the same person.

At the same time, I verified that no similar posts have appeared on the Internet, and the photo is not an online picture.

At the end of the scroll, Yu Chengheng saw that the poster did not send any new messages. After thinking about it, he clicked on the poster's homepage.

The poster's account homepage is set to private, so you can't see what posts he has posted or replied to.

Yu Chengheng clicked and opened a private message to the poster,

"Internet migrant worker: Hello, poster, I saw your post, and I believe what you said! Because I have the same strange feeling now, and I am also in the capital!"

High-end hackers often only need the simplest means.

It's just a pity,

Yu Chengheng's method didn't work this time.

The messages I sent to the site seemed to be lost in the sea. I waited for a while but there was no reply.

"...Made, isn't this troublesome..."

Yu Chengheng pursed his lips and muttered, but his hand movements did not slow down.

Compared to his major, his hacking skills are completely self-taught, but they are not bad.

…

"Let's start today's meeting... Does anyone have any situation that needs to be reported?"

A relatively closed conference room with no windows and closed doors.

Twelve people sat around a round table. Except for the twelve people attending the meeting, there was no one else in the conference room.

The twelve people were dressed in different ways and looked different. The differences made the twelve people sitting around the round table seem not to be in the same world.

Some people were wearing suits and leather shoes, some were wearing linen rags and ragged clothes, some were wearing old-fashioned old military uniforms, and some were wearing casual clothes.

Some people raised their heads with calm faces, while others lowered their heads with hoods on their heads and could not see their faces clearly.

The person presiding over the meeting was the man wearing an old military uniform. The uniform had some patches and had been worn and washed many times and had faded.

However, the collar of the military uniform is still very neatly trimmed, and the red star on the military cap on the head is still placed in a straight position.

The person wearing this military uniform is an old man in his sixties. He is sitting on a stool, his body is still upright, and his words are calm, powerful, and full of energy.

"laugh……"

After these words were spoken, bursts of laughter erupted in the conference room.

"...What is there to say? It's hopeless. What can we do?"

This statement seemed to be mocking others in the conference room,

The person who sneered and said these words was the person wearing a hood, who kept his head down and could not see his face clearly.

The voice that came out was not very old, and even when speaking, he never raised his head.

Others nearby, including the old man in military uniform, turned their heads when they heard the voice and looked at the man with the hood and his head bowed.

However, no one was angry about it.

"Reptile, how are you doing lately?"

Next to her, a middle-aged woman wearing a gorgeous dress, resembling a noble lady, asked the hooded man called 'Reptile',

I don’t know whether it was because I felt the eyes of everyone or the words of the middle-aged lady,

The reptile fell silent and then replied,

"The whispering in my ears has become more and more serious. It seems that I can see a terrifying and distorted other world at any time... No, sometimes I feel that the distortion and chaos of that world is the beauty."

The reptile's voice was a little hoarse as he spoke, then paused.

"You should kill me as soon as possible, before I die and become a disaster."

"..."

"We will consider it."

The old man in military uniform paused for a moment, responded aloud, and turned to look at the others.

The reptile had lowered his head and said no more.

It's not that he doesn't want to raise his head, but his head has already been broken during a mission, and there is still an unhealable wound on his neck.

"Mouse...please tell me what you have learned recently."

"OK."

The mouse is the ragged middle-aged man wearing tattered linen clothes.

He was unkempt and filthy, as if he had crawled out of a sewer. He exuded some stench and was completely different from the middle-aged lady sitting next to him.

"... Senior investigators from the Bureau of Abnormalities may have felt that the frequency of special incidents within their respective jurisdictions has increased significantly."

"According to the data you compiled, yes, it is indeed the case..."

The mouse opened its mouth full of yellow teeth and seemed to be smiling, but no smile could be seen at all.

"There are more and more weird, twisted, and chaotic disgusting guys... It seems that our world is about to reach a critical point, which will lead to an explosion of these twisted and disgusting guys."

"... As far as Wang'an City is concerned, since two months ago, more and more weird guys have appeared. Maybe in addition to the influence of the general environment, something is about to happen in Wang'an City... But

I can’t figure out what happened. Maybe I need help from the bureau on this matter..."

"I just want to say that if we don't stop this situation from happening as soon as possible, some people in the city may run into some twisted and disgusting guys on their way home from work, on their way home from dinner, or at home...

Then he falls into madness and turns into a pile of rotten flesh scattered on the ground like toppled building blocks, or he turns into a monster oozing ichor."

"Maybe... we should let the Abnormality Bureau add some more manpower."

After the mouse finished speaking, he looked at the other senior investigators.

"... But this means that more people will know about the 'real world'... We have previously judged that these twisted and disgusting guys have some kind of memetic contagious nature."

"As we spread relevant knowledge, we may also increase the possibility of mutations, and more and more terrifying monsters will appear... Maybe more monsters will feel our 'call' and come to our world... these

Perceptions are toxic.”

The middle-aged lady next to her said loudly.

"But we have no time to deal with these things, and the monster that cannot be dealt with can still directly spread the awareness of its existence."

The mouse added another sentence.

The other investigators were silent, they seemed to be in a dilemma.

"...Mouse, you seem to smell even worse."

"Well... it's changing some of my habits."

Before taking the potion, the mouse was also a handsome middle-aged man, instead of the disheveled and street beggar he is now.

The influence of the magic potion is reflected on everyone present.

"in addition……"

The calm voice of the old man in military uniform sounded again, and the others looked at him,

"Some people in the Bureau who have a certain premonition of unknown dangers have recently felt that a strong and huge fear is slowly coming... Their feelings are trembling, as if they are facing an abyss, and like the end of the world."

"This kind of painful torture has brought me almost to the point of death."

"It seems that something terrible is about to happen recently...more serious than ever before."

The words of the old man in military uniform made the investigators even more silent.

"...Do you have a clearer premonition?"

"No... what we know is that these people who have a strong premonition of future dangers only have a vague sense of the coming danger... it is impossible to present clear information.

To put it bluntly, these people are just more inspired than ordinary people... In today's world, this is not a good thing... You are also very inspired, and you may have similar feelings."
To be continued...