At three o'clock in the morning, Wan Fei stared at the dense reports on the computer screen, his temples pounding. The coffee has been refilled to the third cup, and the cold liquid slides down his throat, but it cannot suppress the red bloodshot eyes. As a "social beast" of an Internet company, 996 is the norm, and 007 is not uncommon. He even joked that sooner or later he would hand over his life at his work station - but he never thought that the way of "handling over" would be so bizarre.
Suddenly, the lights in the office began to flash wildly, and amid the sizzling noise of electricity, a shrill scream came from the window. Wan Fei suddenly raised his head and saw a woman in pajamas on the street downstairs, biting passers-by crazily. After the bitten fell to the ground and twitched for a few seconds, she twisted and got up. Her eyeballs were cloudy and white, and black blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth. She looked very much like a zombie in a movie.
"What are you doing? You're making a movie without notifying me?" Wan Fei rubbed his eyes, but the next second, the glass curtain wall cracked with a bang, and a bloody hand grabbed the window frame, with pieces of meat hanging between his fingernails. A large piece of that "man's" cheek was rotten, exposing his white gums. His cloudy eyes stared straight at him, and there was a strange whistling sound in his throat.
