[A beautiful, quiet, and unforgettable factory...]
[Reckless guy, steady guy...]
[On the assembly line, there are a pair of tired and mechanically repetitive arms. 】
【It seems like this is how it should be.】
【Day after day of work, day after day of bad rest.】
【Staying alive day after day...】
[A remote and uninhabited factory.]
[Every time the dead silence is broken, it is the long legs wearing red high heels, and the crisp sound of footsteps is heard as they step over the not-so-high workshop threshold...]
【She is very gentle and intellectual.】
【She will pity every worker who deserves pity.】
[He would lean down, put his rose-red lips, gently approach the worker’s ear, and then softly say to him...]
【Don't be too tired.】
[Tonight...don’t lock the dormitory door...]
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...
[Name: Chino]
[Identity: Supporting Role (Gold)]
[Character: Destiny Playwright]
[Items: an ax stained with a self-abuse curse; twenty-four parasitic insects that transformed into grotesque shapes; a black vial with the label "finger"; a discus that hates having things near it; swallowing small fish; a gourd with a sense of presence]
[Talent: Tampering]
[Number of words that can be modified actively: 5]
[Not modified yet...]
Qianye was still carrying the big dark green bag that he had fought with for two scripts, and glanced away from the contents of his personal panel.
Same as last time.
He pinned Cai Yanan's bloody ax to his waist.
The items in the backpack are all the same...
today.
It's the ninth day of the Lunar New Year.
It is also the day when the so-called "author" updates the content of the script.
Although the time was a little one or two hours later, the "author" still kept his word and updated the story today.
"Is this the yandere female boss... She doesn't seem to have any yandere vibe, but more of a naked seductress, right?"
Qianye turned his head and looked at the text on the computer screen.
I couldn't help but complain about the content of the plot.
In the living room.
At this time, there was still a faint sound of someone talking...
That was Youyou watching TV in the living room.
Ever since this little girl stayed at Qianye's house.
Inexplicably, he felt that this originally lonely home had become a bit lively...
Yoyo is a naughty and ignorant child.
He also looks like an adult who has been around for a long time.
Every time when Qianye concentrates on writing.
She would tiptoe to move a small stool to put under her feet.
Then cook a bowl of noodles for Qianye in the kitchen...
I have to say.
The noodles cooked by Yoyo are really good.
Every time Qianye could eat it cleanly, lifting the bowl and taking a sip of the soup...
certainly.
Such a life.
What he brought was the dwindling noodle box in the kitchen.
And there are only a few seasonings...
Through these few days of getting along.
Yoyo wasn't as clingy to Qianye at first.
Maybe she felt a little tired of playing, or maybe she found something more fun.
Now whenever I have time.
She was basically watching TV or playing games on Qianye's mobile phone.
Stay at home every day.
No more clamoring to go out and play.
She turned into an internet addicted girl...
but.
This kind of life is not bad for Qianye.
At least he didn't have to worry too much about how to play with a child.
The other person can find fun for himself.
That's the best outcome...
The time flow rate ratio between the script world and the real world is different.
The "author" said that the script this time will not be too lengthy.
So it shouldn't take much time.
Before Qianye left.
I also bought some more noodles for Youyou in the kitchen and prepared the necessary seasonings.
After Qian Dingzhu and Wan asked not to run out to play alone, Qianye felt that there shouldn't be much of a problem...
Youyou listened to his words very much.
Chino can be sure of this.
For a short period of time, Qianye felt that the other party would not try to trick him...
at present.
The time until entering the script world.
Ten minutes left...
Don't know why.
When Qianye saw the time counting down, he felt no nervousness at all, but instead felt a sense of belonging, akin to returning home.
Everyone is afraid of that kind of world.
He felt this strange feeling in his heart.
Very abnormal.
"I don't know who will be dragged in with me this time..."
Qianye looked at the clock in the lower right corner of the computer screen and thought silently.
"My current status is a prime supporting role. The status of everyone I meet should be higher, right?"
"Will you meet someone you know..."
"Do I need to say hello when I meet an acquaintance?"
He brought the half-cup of water on the computer desk to his mouth and took a few sips.
It seems that this time is really hard to wait for.
I took out another pack of melon seeds from my bag and started eating them silently...
"It seems that the world should be similar to the last time, with a little plot flow. It will not be a simple parkour game process like on the train, where you just need to escape for your life."
"If there are rules."
"Should we not be seduced by our female boss?"
"If it's too sexy, it's a bit difficult..."
time.
There is only one minute left.
Looking at the ever-changing countdown on the clock, Qianye also straightened his body.
Although he can use strange insects to help him in the real world to help him stand up.
But then it's not my own legs that are moving at all.
There will be an indescribable weird feeling.
He doesn't like it very much...
After entering the world of horror, his legs will recover, but he still misses the feeling of true recovery.
"Ten seconds left, almost..."
The countdown is approaching.
gradually,
Slowly.
It was almost the moment the countdown reached zero.
The scene in front of Qianye's vision showed that familiar fragmentation...
Everything around.
Wooden table, computer, water glass, wall.
And the heavy curtains were gently blown by the cold wind.
They were all shattered from his sight at the same time...
Like fragments.
Turned into dots of stars.
Finally, it gradually merges to form a strange scene that has never been seen before...
You can feel it from the beginning.
It's a stench,
It smells like being thrown into a pile of ironware soaked by rain and covered with mottled rust.
It seemed to be mixed with the putrid smell of dead rats.
Slowly penetrated Qianye's nasal cavity...
Next to my ears, there was the sound of heavy machinery operating.
Listen to the sound.
It's like something was placed on a flat plate, and then an iron object was dropped from high school and pushed down hard!
Vaguely.
It seems that you can still feel iron filings flying...
Except for the sound of the machine's operation.
Qianye also heard some chattering voices.
It's like the gossipy old man from the village next door moved a wooden stool with a sense of age and sat at the door, pointing and talking about what happened to someone's house...
The scene fusion process this time was a bit lengthy.
By the time Qianye could see clearly what was in front of him, almost ten minutes had passed in his perception...
The first thing that catches the eye.
In front of him was a long table covered with oilcloth.
The table was half a person's height, and Qianye had to stand up to see clearly what was on the table.
The world seems to be dyed with an inexplicable nostalgic blue filter.
It's getting a little weird...
His eyes moved up a little.
You can see a square machine placed on the wooden table.
Next to it are bundles and bundles of wires of different colors...
There is a small searchlight next to the machine.
The light is not too bright.
But it is enough to see the position of the gap in front of the machine...
Chino raised his head a little more.
Then I saw two stopwatches above the machine.
There is a small iron cabinet next to the computer, with some square and some triangular sticks placed on it.
Qianye guessed that this should be used to twist machine screws.
but.
He didn't wait for more observations.
A scolding sound sounded from my ears.
"What are you doing! I'm dazed during work hours... and I brought melon seeds with me! Confiscated!"
The sound is very loud.
It's enough to make Qianye want to give the person who made this sound a big mouth immediately...
It just occurred to me that I had just entered the script world.
Let’s observe some first and then talk.
Qianye suppressed this impulse.
And just when he heard the sound and turned around.
He felt the melon seeds he was holding in his hand being suddenly pulled out and put into the palm of another person...
"What are you looking at?! Go to your class quickly! You are doing nothing every day. I really don't know if you are here to make money or for a vacation!"
The man felt Qianye's gaze and subconsciously scolded Qianye again.
This time.
Qianye finally saw clearly what the person next to him looked like...
Wearing a pink shirt that did not match the person's skin tone, a pair of very tight jeans, and a pair of black flip-flops on his feet, his messy hair looked like it had not been taken care of this morning.
There is no clean shaven beard around the lips.
Most likely it is the result of staying in bed in the morning, being late for work and being late for work...
The man in the pink shirt is not very old.
He looks to be around twenty-five years old.
He is very thin. If he were thrown into an Internet cafe, he might be regarded as a decadent young man who hangs out in an Internet cafe all day long...
Qianye's eyes moved downward.
In the small pocket on the upper right side of this man's pink shirt, there is a work ID card...
"Xia Jingtao? Is that your name?"
"Or the leader of the inspection team?"
Qianye thought to himself.
In order for this man who is as thin as a monkey to stop bothering himself to observe the situation around him.
He chose to show weakness temporarily.
After giving Xia Jingtao a perfunctory nod, he pretended to start groping around at his workstation.
The other party saw Qianye returning to work.
I didn't plan to say anything originally.
But just when he was about to leave again, he discovered the large dark green bag Qianye was carrying behind him...
"What's this?"
Xia Jingtao frowned and asked Qianye in a slightly tough tone.
"Oh, this is my thing. I need to use it for something today, so I brought it to my workstation temporarily."
Qianye could almost guess it at this time.
He should be working in a factory now.
However, he has never entered the factory.
But for a person who writes, he will more or less have a basic understanding of some things.
For example, there are rules such as not bringing personal belongings to the work station.
Qianye still knows something...
"Your things? Don't you know you can't bring personal belongings without permission?"
Xia Jingtao heard what Qianye said.
Sure enough, his face became much uglier.
However, he didn't feel too embarrassed. He just took out a piece of white paper from somewhere and handed it to Qianye, and then said: "I'll give you ten minutes to find a place to put these things, and give them to me when you get back."
Write a 500-word review."
Qianye took the blank paper.
Looking at each other again...
He didn't know that there was a practice of writing a letter of apology in the factory.
But look at the other party's appearance at this time.
Qianye felt that this rule was not something Xia Jingtao came up with on the spur of the moment to punish him...
Xia Jingtao probably just treated himself according to his usual work and gave himself such a corresponding punishment.
So Qianye silently took down the blank paper.
And nodded symbolically.
Xia Jingtao saw that Qianye was still obedient, so he didn't say anything more.
He held the melon seeds that he had just received from Qianye in one hand, and a bunch of keys for unknown purposes in the other hand, and then walked towards other locations with staggering steps...
It seems.
It does look like he is on patrol...
"Is this what is called a self-examination letter?"
Qianye took off the big bag from his body, stood up and began to observe whether there was anywhere in the workshop that could be placed.
For this, I was scolded from the beginning and even brought a letter of apology or something.
He didn't think there was much of a problem...
instead.
During this brief exchange.
He did get some information.
Let’s look at it first.
The place I am staying in must be a factory workshop...
Just because I can't see the weather outside.
So Qianye didn't have much way to judge the current time.
He can only judge by seeing other workers clocking in one after another.
Now it should be the time for the handover between the two classes...
The workshop is very big.
Qianye couldn't see the end at a glance.
He was carrying his big bag and walking in the aisle lined with machines, looking for a free seat while observing the situation of other people.
Except for those cumbersome and repetitive machine sounds.
It is true that some guys at nearby workstations lowered their heads and talked to each other while working...
But Chino listened carefully.
I found that they were talking about ordinary trivial matters.
There is no useful information...
The ratio of men to women in the entire workshop is very moderate.
Nothing too much and nothing too little.
However, most work stations are more than two meters apart.
So many people just work hard in front of their machines...
The faces are all unfamiliar.
After walking around.
Qianye couldn't find any acquaintances either.
Since the ten minutes given by Xia Jingtao was not long, he could only find a place to put the big bag, and then return to his work station...
Qianye looked at the big machine in front of him.
I looked at the work number plate hanging around my neck again...
There is an indescribable feeling in my heart.
"It's really exciting to work part-time as soon as you come in..."
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