Silent Era: Parasitic Fever

The lights on the ninth floor stopped changing after eight o'clock, but Yu Chen always felt that they had changed. Lin Zhixia, who was sitting next to him, never said a word, but something would always appear silently on his table: Shao Bing's iced American style, hot roasted chestnuts with sugar. She didn't explain, and he couldn't say "thank you". In those years, people on the ninth floor left one after another, and one job after another became "let the tools produce one edition first." On the other side of the world, someone is sitting in front of the screen, checking, filing, and shrinking people like Yu Chen into one column of data. There, he is just a number, a curve that is extremely smooth. On one side, there is a person who cannot bear the temperature; on the other side, there is a pair of eyes that archive the world. When temperature can also be generated and supplied - is there anyone else? Remember that it is a specific person?