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This is your first day at work.
The company's office is on the 13th floor of a residential building.
The residential building is an old high-rise built in the city center many years ago. It has gone through countless ups and downs. The people who built it had no sense of planning, let alone any thought of carefully maintaining and renovating it. By the time you go to work, the building is already dilapidated and old.
The elevators here are extremely dirty and always make a harsh creaking noise when running. When you take the elevator, you are always nervous, fearing that the elevator will break down.
Fortunately, this time the elevator successfully took you to the 13th floor.
When the elevator doors opened, you hurried out.
As soon as you look up, you can see a long corridor. The poor design means that there is no natural lighting in this corridor. The only light comes from the dim incandescent lamps above your head that flicker from time to time.
The corridor is lined with a row of symmetrical vermilion security doors, seemingly housing numerous rooms, though you've never seen anyone exit through them. Many doors are covered in pink property debt notices, and you glance at them and notice the date in the lower right corner is four years old.
The floor was dirty, and the areas near the wall had turned black. Only in a small area in the middle could you barely see the original beige color of the tiles.
As for your new company's location, it is at the very end of the corridor.
You hunched your neck, not expecting much, as you entered your company. It might be called a company, but it was essentially an ordinary house converted into an office. Perhaps because of this, it always felt stuffy and crowded... even though, in reality, there weren't many employees here.
This is certainly not the work environment you want.
but...
Alas, in this world, it's good enough to have a job.
You try to comfort yourself.
The person who interviewed you was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. You thought he was in HR, but you didn't expect him to be your boss. After seeing you, he took you to your workstation.
Your desk is so worn out, it looks like it was bought at a second-hand market.
But what's even more worn out is your computer. Judging from the shiny patina on the keyboard, it has been through a lot.
You're shocked at how old the computer is, and just when you're wondering if it can even turn on, it starts up with a humming, wheezing sound.
You trembled as you sat down in your seat. When you reached out to touch the keyboard, you shuddered at the feel of it. It wasn't the sticky feel of the keyboard, but the warmth that spread from your fingertips as you touched the keycaps... It was like touching something alive.
Tsk, I really thought too much.
You quickly regained your composure and began to work.
Okay, from now on, you officially become an editor under a fake MCN.
Of course, looking at the company environment, you can tell that your company doesn't get any traffic at all, so your main job is to post some incomprehensible text content on the company's account like a robot, as if there are really people reading these accounts.
You must feel that you are wasting your life, and one day, you accidentally clicked on a memo on your old computer, and then you saw a somewhat unfamiliar account and password.
You can actually ignore that account.
Many times afterwards, you will think of this boring afternoon.
You will think, if you had just closed the memo at that time... Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.
At that time, you just logged into the forgotten account of the company out of boredom.
"Meet the happy bot."
This name has no memorable points and does not seem to have any meaning.
When you see the number of followers on the account, you can't help but be amazed. You can be sure that this must have been an account created in the early days of the company's entrepreneurship, otherwise it would be impossible to spend money to buy such an exaggerated number of zombie followers.
When you saw the content of the account, you raised your eyebrows.
Well, how should I put it, this account posted something not long ago, and it looks like it was posted by your predecessor.
It's just that those sentences seem to be inconsistent.
Of course, the content of this account was very ordinary at the beginning, no different from those meaningless and unauthorized reposts you posted.
Afterwards, this account seemed to change direction and started to act as a submission bot. You took a quick look and felt that they were all some nonsensical and fabricated stuff.
But gradually, the content published by this account, apart from submissions, became incomprehensible.
[@见喜bot: What exactly do you want to do? ]
[@见喜bot: Don't post it, I won't read it. ]
@见喜bot: Is it fun to play tricks?
…
It seems that this person has been harassed by private messages. However, while rejecting various submissions, the account has been sending various submissions regularly.
The various personal comments sent by the account owner in between these submissions gradually became weird.
[@见喜bot: Please let me go. I really didn't mean it.]
@见喜bot: I know you've been watching me, and I didn't mean to offend you. I've been obedient and done everything. Please forgive me, I can't take it anymore.
…
The last personal message I sent was just a few months ago.
@见喜bot: I know I'm hopeless, you'll come, right? You won't let me go. I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid anymore. Winter is the eyes of autumn. This apple is delicious. The butterfly flew away. When the Italian macaroni sees this, you and I will too.
You stared at the Weibo post speechlessly, still wondering what kind of crazy literature this was, when you heard a private message from the backstage.
Only then did you realize that countless unread messages had accumulated in the background.
After clicking on it, you find that they are all contributions from other people.
What the hell? The company gave you so many bot accounts, but hid your real, highly active account? You couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, thinking as you clicked on the submission.
You originally just wanted to take a quick look, but you didn't expect that as soon as you took a look, your attention was completely attracted by the content of the submission.
The article submitted by this author is about the story of the "brother" under the bed.
[…Grandma told me that he is my brother.]
When I was little, I really didn't understand why I called the bones in the urn "brother," and why I placed rice under my bed every day, saying it was for my brother.
[Actually, I've always been very scared of my brother, since that's the urn after all. But my grandmother always told me that I was the only one in the family who could bring food to my brother because I'm a man and don't have to worry about having children or anything like that.]
Grandma always said that as long as my brother was around, I wouldn't have to worry about anyone hurting me, but later I realized...
She's lying to me.
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@见喜bot:
Submission No. 1114
Ghost Brother