The counselor said that the internship unit can get the "Excellent Practice" stamp and full credits, but no one mentioned that the reporting point is a building that can't be found on the suburban navigation system. My work badge says "Abnormal Items Management Section".
The senior instructor handed me an old suit and emphasized the rules: "Don't ask, don't be curious, and don't touch things that I 'want you to touch.'" I nodded in agreement, turned around, and saw a leather notebook chewing on its pages in the corner of the archives room.
On the third day of the internship, the warning bell rang. The senior's face was pale and he was holding on to the alloy door with fist marks. Everyone asked me to start the "purification process". The task of the internship APP was to use a "high-frequency resonance meter" on the "living armor". However, the instruction manual was 300 pages long, and I only saw the "Safety Warning" on page 28.
Ignoring the rules, I picked up the buzzing "urn-type" device at hand and smashed it against the armor like an old-fashioned TV signal. The world went silent for an instant, the armor was broken into parts, and a finger cot rolled to his feet.
After the incident, the section chief who loved to squint his eyes and drink coffee handed over a regular contract with a very high salary, but at the end it said "Party B voluntarily gives up retirement, marriage leave, maternity leave and all statutory holidays." I was hesitating when the counselor sent me a message on WeChat: "Lu Ding, what is the full name of your internship unit? The principal said that a higher-level department wants to take over your files."
