While others were trying to survive by making weird rules, I turned it into a career editor - at least in the beginning.
At midnight and early in the morning, the mysterious APP "Between Gazing" popped up on the phone. The rules are cold: you must face the camera and no turning back is allowed. The black shadow squirmed behind him, four-jointed fingers reaching for his shoulder, and there were three seconds left in the countdown.
Normal people should collapse.
My first reaction was to find the backend, turn off permissions, and analyze whether the system has a debugging interface. When a programmer's brain circuit encounters supernatural rules, the first reaction is not to scream, but to debug.
He dialed 12339. A cold female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Special Phenomenon Countermeasures Bureau, Seventh Operation Group."
From then on, the arrival of rules was no longer a countdown to death, but his daily work day. Others hide rules in ghost stories, but he writes reports in ghost stories. While others were being chased by ghosts, he told cold jokes to the camera, jumped like an eagle and took off, causing the weird black shadow to twitch, and the number of viewers was reduced to negative.
System score 7.2. The download standards are not met. Number of viewers: minus 4.
It's not satisfied. It still wants to see.
What I thought was an iron job later turned into a battlefield where I couldn't resign.
A job notice, a windowless office, an always-on live broadcast room, and a group of unknown beings numbered A to D - my job started with an absurd broadcast gymnastics.
But Audience D doesn't just want to watch gymnastics.
He wants to see me
