Oxygen is exciting.

At an altitude of about 10,000 meters, the plane malfunctioned and was about to crash, and the oxygen hood bounced out.

The fool wears it and believes that the meaning of its existence is to let himself live.

And the wise man realized that only by inhaling oxygen can he have the courage to accept the fact of death.

...

...

Tuesday, April 14, 4:02 pm.

"hiss……"

The fierce deep breathing, the invisible object filled the lung leaves, and the sense of fullness of the expansion made him feel that he was not a symbol, but a living life, similar to a wild beast or a raptor.

Not a puppet in front of the electronic screen, but a dangerous figure in hysteria of No. 1. Luo Zhe couldn't help but have such thoughts.

The sky was filled with lead as heavy as lead, and the drizzle drift was drizzling. Through the open office windows, you could vaguely hear the sound of water droplets breaking and squirming.

The high-rise office buildings with grid floor-to-ceiling glass windows are divided into grid-shaped office spaces, closely arranged into grid-shaped workstations, and people hunched down in the grid.

Luo Zhe is mixed with it.

The raindrops outside the window were scattered by the dead silence of the keyboard.

A white shirt, black tie, shiny leather shoes, a greasy head combed back, and a well-concealed facial features. If it weren't for various card debt loans, she would have looked like a financial elite on Wall Street.

But he himself felt like a funny penguin.

Data analyst, this is Luo Zhe's job.

His job is to write programs, collect user personal information and browsing records, analyze and calculate user preferences, and push what they like to users, not limited to news and chats, virtual products, video games, social platforms, and loan companies.

Then observe people's orientation trends every day, arrange them into spreadsheets and send them to your boss's email. This is Luo Zhe's job.

He has done his job today. As always, people don’t care about homicides and poverty. They care about which celebrity has been rumored to be a scandal, the release of electronic products and virtual software.

He understands everything hidden under a perfect mask of man, what makes people become human.

It is not based on the ambition of social progress, but what drives everything is the sudden change of distorted desires after the Industrial Revolution.

Living in a trademark home of a real estate company, sitting on a furniture company's new sofa, gnawing on the fast food chain of the world, using electronic products from technology companies.

Witness the hallucinations that they pushed to satisfy their tastes.

Losing the vitality and throbbing of life, people become symbols and data. What constitutes humans is not a strong and powerful body, but an imaginary body jointly created by various brands.

In ancient times, people could use coups to overthrow a tyrant, or use revolutions to defeat a dictator, but there was no means to use those firm beliefs and those firm beliefs.

Perhaps the biggest problem is not to regard ignorance as a virtue. Luo Zhe glanced at his colleagues at other workstations. The biggest problem is that people like himself who have already entered the world have lost the power to think.

In this lifeless world, there is no living creature.

Through whitewashing, he digs out a hell.

"Is insomnia getting worse?"

Luo Zhe pinched his eyebrows and stopped thinking. Insomnia made him unable to feel the truth. Everything was illusory, and everything became a copy of the same thing.

There was something strange in the mouth, as if the gums were inflamed, and Luo Zhe could feel the swelling of the germs lurking in the gums.

"Print a copy of today's chart and send it to my office."

The powerful big hand pressed on Luo Zhe's shoulder. After leaving this sentence, he took a step away, and he could only hear the sound of leather shoes pedaling.

Luo Zhe was not disgusted with this order. What made him feel uncomfortable was that there was a printer in his office, and he could print it quickly after sending it to his email address.

The real purpose of this move is to prove his power.

Perhaps he has no malice, and insomnia may also bother him. In fact, most of people's daily behaviors are the result of hidden motivations that they cannot understand at all.

Just as people are keen on venting audio-visual works with empty connotations, because all failed experiences in reality can get successful feedback through this channel.

Perhaps the same is true for him, without vicious motives, or perhaps because his childhood experience lacks respect from others, he subconsciously emphasizes this.

Luo Zhe thought he was pitiful, but he had already lost his compassion.

...

the next day.

Wednesday, April 15, 5:00 pm.

The sky under the setting sun is yellow and red. Through the open windows in the office, you can see the color of the sky, like oily stains like inferior gouache paintings.

Grid buildings, grid spaces, grid stations, hunched people.

Today is no different from yesterday. Luo Zhe sent A4 paper documents to his boss's office. As always, people do not care about murders and poverty. But interestingly, the popularity of CG special effects videos of some disgusting monsters is rising staggeringly. In short, he completed the work.

There was something strange in the mouth, and the inflamed gums seemed to spread to adjacent locations, and the swollen bacteria began to itch and had burning pain.

The nails were covered with barbs, and the feeling of soreness and tear was felt. The gaps in the nails also produced peeling and inlaying that were not firmly formed, and there was a rash on the arms that was not painful or itchy.

Maybe I should go see a doctor.

Insomnia is becoming more and more serious.

Luo Zhe could no longer tell the date and only cared about the 24-hour digital scale. He stared at the numbers in the lower right corner of the monitor screen, and it was already time to get off work.

However, it is as quiet as Antarctic, with only funny penguins.

5:16 pm.

After Luo Zhe's boss left, people left one after another, and he was no different.

5:24 pm.

Square white brick and stone pillars, rectangular subway platform, designers measure the spacing of the channel stations.

Luo Zhe was mixed with all kinds of people. Unlike other people who looked down at the smartphone, he looked ahead with a dull look. The fatigue caused by insomnia made it difficult for him to concentrate, and even used it for divergence.

The whistling train blew cold winds.

"hiss……"

A fierce deep breath, the cold air poured into the nose and reached the heart. The glass partitions on the train track reflected Luo Zhe's image, and he stared at himself in the black mirror.

The haggard and withered face looks like an addict who sucks hallucinogens, like a loser on the edge of society.

Dong...

Cell phone prompt sound.

Luo Zhe came back to his senses. This was a rich friend he had luckily made. What is even more commendable is that he was a mentally retarded, not a low-powered person in the actual sense, but could only be used by Luo Zhe.

【video】

Luo Zhe clicked on it. It was the CG special effects videos of those nausea monsters that have been circulating on the Internet recently, but they were blocked due to force majeure. However, they were saved by many people in private as a program after dinner.

The video shows a humanoid creature with no skin and blood. It jumps out of the iron window of the sewer drain. Its terrifying body functions make it run between buildings. The flea-like strong legs are too developed and disappears after jumping onto a tall building.

Luo Zhe began to doubt the purpose of the video producer. If it was just to show off his CG special effects technology, it could be presented in another form. Is it because of the producer's psychological defects, or is it true?

But this kind of monster that violates biology is simply impossible to exist, it can only be the former.

【Scared】

Luo Zhe didn't know what to reply, so the words replying to the sharers were satisfied. The precious thing about lies is that it does not require any price.

Clip-click...

A few drops of black and red liquid were thrown on the electronic screen. Luo Zhe felt a little warm above his lips. He reached out to touch it and found that his nose was bleeding.

Suddenly, blood flowed like a pillar.

It poured the platform all over the floor, and a few drops splashed and stuck to the legs of the pants.

People suffering from insomnia have difficulty falling asleep and have no real moment of awakening. Luo Zhe is a little confused and ignores the severity of this symptom, but only remembers that there is no tissue on his body.

After simply using the sleeves of a long-sleeved shirt to wipe it clean, Luo Zhe's blood-stained shirt looked like a dangerous person.

Passers-by around subconsciously became a little far away from Luo Zhe.

Dong...

Mobile phone prompt sound is news that others wrote to Luo Zhe's preferences.

【The case was finally solved seventy years later, and "The Twelve Palaces Killer" has a complete ending.】

[A craniotomy killer appeared in Norway, using a straw to suck the victim's brain marrow. His motive was unknown, and the murderer was still at large.]

[Nordic Europe is spreading a new virus that is unprecedented]
Chapter completed!