Brad Gray arrived at the office early in the morning, turned on his computer, flipped through the neatly arranged newspapers on the desktop, quickly swept the pictures of the front pages of the headlines, and listened to his secretary Tarney Hansen (taryn-) reporting on his itinerary for the whole day today. "By the way, help me make an appointment for dinner, choose..." Brad's head turned, "Masa." This is the most expensive Japanese restaurant in New York, and it is even known as the best Japanese restaurant in North America, with a three-star Michelin star.

It is the awards season. As Paramount's CEO, although he does not need to go to the front line to run the college's public relations, the interpersonal communication behind it is still indispensable. The "Cihe River" they are responsible for issuing this year is very famous, not only because this is the only work with black people as the protagonist in the awards season, but also the theme of historical stories of small people at the bottom is also highly valued.

After everything was explained, Tarn turned around and left the office, but when he returned to his desk, the chair was still hot, the phone rang, it was inside. After connecting it, Brad's voice came from the other end, "Come in." Tarn could only pick up the notepad again and walked into the office again.

Brad's suit has not taken off yet, and it can be seen that he has not yet entered the formal working state. He pointed at the computer screen with confusion, "Is there something wrong with the company's system? Is there a virus in my computer?"

Tarn was full of question marks. She was just a secretary, not a technician. She didn't know what to do after the virus was in the computer. "...No, as far as I know, there is no problem. I'm fine using the computer today. Do you need to call the technician to come and take a look?"

Brad frowned and shook his brows gently, as if he was denying Tarn's proposal, and seemed to express his doubts, "I don't know what's going on. My mailbox is filled with spam, at least... uh, at least fifteen. This is crazy, it's almost like a mailbox, and it's all a series of garbled codes. This situation has never happened before."

Spam?

A flash of inspiration in Tarn's mind, "Brad", but Brad didn't hear it, just complaining, "...What's going on? How could the technical department allow such a thing to happen? If I accidentally delete important documents when deleting spam, what should I do if the business loss is lost? This may involve things that are definitely not just spam..." Brad's temper obviously rose, his tone became heavier and heavier. Tarn had to raise his voice, "Brad!" The heavy call interrupted Brad's words. Brad stared at Tarn with wide eyes and looked at Tarn. His frown could tell that he was unhappy.

Tarn felt very stressed, "I think these are not spam." After saying this, Brad's doubts made the office feel a little relaxed. "Recently...uh, something happened," Tarn didn't know how to explain, "Just click on it and you'll understand." Tarn bypassed the desk, walked to the front of the computer screen, browsed the addresses of the spam emails, "You see, these three messages were sent by the company, which were sent by Adam Graham." Adam is the deputy manager of Paramount's production department. "This message is from... Twentieth Century Fox, this message is from Slate Public Relations Company, and this message is...Wow, this is from the innovative artist agency." Tarn also seemed a little surprised, but she cleared her throat. "Anyway, these messages are not spam, they are from important partners."

Not only was Brad's doubt not answered, but his brows frowned even more, "Why did they send these emails?"

The headers of these emails are the same, "Zombies teach retro luxury car maintenance strategies", and then they keep forwarding, forwarding, and forwarding. This looks like spam, and it is also a viral email. It is obviously a tempting/tempting/sexual title to attract readers to click, and the virus will invade the computer, leading to a crash-like chain reaction. It is now 2006, and there are still people who will be fooled? More importantly, there are so many people who will forward it? If it is not for the virus, there will be no other explanation.

Tarn found himself speechless because, from common sense, Brad was right, "Believe me, you will know after you click."

But Brad didn't believe it at all. He looked at Tarn with a suspicion, as if he had something to say. Tarn didn't know how to explain it, so he simply went over Brad, held the mouse and clicked on the email, and then opened the video. Brad's eyes were full of doubts, and his eyes kept looking at Tarn, as if saying "You're crazy." Tarn pointed to the computer screen, and Brad turned his head hesitantly and looked over.

A video frame was opened on the computer screen, and when Brad's eyes were cast on the screen, Tarn clicked on play.

The picture looks a bit strange, with dark red sand all over the sky and the houses are made of sand, but the surrounding plan looks like a normal neighborhood where the middle class in the United States gathers, but all buildings are made of sand.

Brad had sharp eyes and saw a small piece of sand surrounding the video, with several cactus planted on it, but the cactus were pitch black and not easy to identify. There were two crows tied beside it, which looked like... like a pet, but ordinary people raised dogs, and here they turned into crows.

When Brad realized this, a sense of ridiculous mockery came to his face. He turned his head and asked, "Is that the back garden?" But Tarn did not answer, and Brad did not expect Tarn to answer, and then turned around to continue watching the video.

A zombie... Yes, a zombie is busy in the driveway normally, as if she is the owner of this home. His upper body has an abnormal white, like a powder brushed on it, and even his bald head and cheeks are the same white. In this way, the smoke in his eyes and the wound on his shoulders become particularly obvious, and even his mouth seems to be sewn with needles and threads. The weirdness is like a cult style. This is definitely not a zombie, but if it is not a zombie, he cannot find a suitable word to describe it. The only thing that is certain is that this visual impact is absurdity, irony and evil spirit of a silent style, which hits his face.

This "zombie" is holding car parts in his hand and is repairing the sports car in the lane. This is a... "Morgan 4/4!" The sharp-eyed Brad immediately saw this classic retro sports car. This is not only the longest-lasting model in the world, but also the most stylish among many retro sports cars. The original classic car shape is matched with the slender front, and the colorful navy blue body shines in the sun, which is in sharp contrast to the pale skin of the zombie.

The zombie was holding a tool in his hand and was replacing the tire, but at this moment, a shrapnel fell from the wrench and hit the zombie's forehead, leaving a dark mark. "Puchi", Tarn's laughter was already coming, and then the tire rolled out in a gurgling manner. The zombie was stunned and watched the tire roll onto the road in a daze, and then a car rushed over and hit the tire, and flew without warning.

Yes, it flew.

The car flew out directly against the law of gravity of the earth. The exaggerated posture did not look like a video at all, but it looked like a cartoon. But the absurd exaggeration made Brad feel inexplicably funny, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly - the matter was not over yet, "bang, bang bang", cars hit one after another, and this time it did not hit it, but formed a series of car accidents. More than a dozen cars stuffed the entire road out of water, and the long dragon of the car accident looked really spectacular.

"Puff", Brad couldn't help but smile.

The zombie was stunned. She was at a loss when she looked at the scene in front of her and was still holding a wrench. At this moment, the Morgan retro sports car in front of her suddenly "collapsed", and an iron piece popped up, flew directly towards the zombie's forehead, and then the zombie's head exploded - it exploded like fireworks, bursting out pink smoke, completely exploded, and then she saw the headless corpse slowly falling down.

Brad looked at the screen with a look of surprise, not knowing what to react. Just when he thought the video was over, the sports car began to fall apart in a blink of an eye, and it scattered into a pile of debris, submerged in a mint blue smoke, and could only see a pile of wreckage.

The screen suddenly turned black, and a line of words "Where is Max?" appeared, and then it lit up again. A large group of zombies stood at the far end of the road, looking at the camera with astonishment on their faces. It seemed that there was a big question mark floating on each head, looking at each other in a glance. Immediately afterwards, the screen darkened again, and this time, the video was really over.

"Puchi..." Tarn held back and forth, but finally couldn't hold it back. Finally, he burst into laughter. Brad stood beside him, feeling very mixed, he wanted to laugh, a little confused, a little ridiculous, and curious. Finally, he turned to look at Tarn. Tarn seemed to be entertained by the entangled expression on Brad's face, and he burst into laughter. Brad shook his head helplessly, and then burst into laughter. "Tarn..." The more Brad thought about it, the more he felt, the more funny he felt, "Tarn..." He tried to speak, but found that he couldn't stop at all and could not say a word in full.

After laughing intermittently for two minutes, he finally calmed down, "What's going on... Can I watch it again?" Brad didn't wait for Tarn's answer at all. He turned around and clicked the play button again, and started watching again, once, and then again.

This seems to be a bit poisonous.
Chapter completed!