I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

It seems something has been opened.

"Who, who is it? Hurry, I'm here..."

His mouth was dry, and then he felt the coffin he was in being pulled out, and he also hit his head.

bang-

The coffin fell to the ground, and the mentally ill man felt a huge impact on his back. The entire coffin shattered, and he hurriedly struggled to get up from inside.

Turning around, the mentally ill man looked at the coffin.

He discovered that the wooden planks were indeed being burned.

The crematorium is still burning.

In other words, if he hadn't been pulled out, he probably would have been burned.

Uh, there's something wrong with the way you put it.

"Holy crap, that scared me to death..."

He turned to look at the person who had pulled the coffin out.

What a coincidence, it's someone I know.

One of them was a female police officer from the European Police Organization, looking very capable, and the other was a food delivery guy; both of them were players.

At least you don't have to worry about getting killed at the start of the game?

The mentally ill guy had already forgotten that he had almost been killed at the start of the game.

"Should we be companions?"

He asked a question.

"According to the plan, the three of us should know each other."

The policewoman spoke in French, and the words were translated in real time and reached the ears of the other two people.

"I am a mercenary, and I am very strong in combat in the wild."

"You? A mercenary?"

The mentally ill guy looked at the policewoman and thought that if she wore a police uniform, she would be a deadly threat.

It's a pity I didn't wear it.

"Do you want to give it a try?"

The policewoman raised her hand; though slender, the muscles were visible.

One of them could easily take on both of them.

"My character is a police officer."

The delivery guy glanced at the policewoman.

"The information we just received is that you secretly investigated the corpse and got locked in the coffin. We need to find the right coffin to rescue you."

"Thank you so much! I never expected it to actually burn; I almost died!"

The mentally ill guy, having survived the ordeal, felt much refreshed.

"By the way, is that an NPC in the back? Why is it staring this way?"

He pointed behind the two people.

There stood a child with thinning hair, pale complexion, emaciated body, wearing tattered clothes, and a rusty lock around his neck.

She appeared to be a girl, with completely black eyes, and was looking in this direction.

"people?"

The policewoman hurriedly turned around, only to find nothing at the doorway.

The delivery driver rushed to the door and looked around, but didn't see anyone else.

"There's nobody here..."

They looked at the mentally ill guy.

"By the way, what is your role? I only know that we know each other, but I don't know the specifics."

"I asked the delivery guy."

"Me? I'm a mental patient."

"That's perfectly normal," the mentally ill guy said matter-of-factly.

Chapter 438 Factory Bricklaying: I Angrily Confronted the Supervisor

Zhou Yuan is a senior executive at an internet company, overseeing three departments and more than two hundred employees.

He works hard every day, even working overtime on weekends, embodying the "996 spirit," and enjoys the rewards of his hard work every day.

When leaders work overtime, their subordinates naturally feel embarrassed not to. The company discourages overtime and encourages everyone to go home immediately after work, which leads to most people having to work from home. Working from home means that overtime doesn't end at nine o'clock. Many people work even longer than during the previous 996 work schedule, and some have even considered just quitting the 996 system altogether.

Zhou Yuan was full of energy, but he didn't know how someone his age could fall asleep so early.

When he was young, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep every day. Starting a business was a wonderful thing. So why do these young people all lie down, become lazy, and unwilling to work hard?

Even the stock price has dropped significantly, which makes Zhou Yuan feel very sad. Fortunately, the house price has not fallen, and she can still make a lot of money from rent.

This time, because the company is going to start a new project, which coincides with Lu Ban's idea of ​​a large-scale immersive real-world game, we called on everyone in the company to sign up and participate in the project. If they are lucky, they can experience it in advance and learn from Lu Ban's experience.

What a coincidence! Zhou Yuan just happened to draw it.

He doesn't know anything about murder mystery games or escape rooms; he's just here to observe and experience them.

Zhou Yuan originally intended to approach the project with a rigorous professional attitude, but after receiving the script, he was somewhat dumbfounded.

The role is that of a worker who knows some words, has been to Dr. House's clinic, and lives in an apartment building called Happy House.

Suddenly going from capitalist to worker, Zhou Yuan was a bit lost.

According to the information, he was considered to have a relatively good living environment among the workers.

Three people were sleeping in the cramped room. One was on a messy bed, another on a worn-out sofa, and he was lying on the floor covered with a thin mattress, feeling the coldness behind him as he tossed and turned.

An apartment shared by three people, taking turns sleeping in the bed, is already quite good.

How could he have suffered like this in his entire life?

Before four in the morning, Zhou Yuan, who was sleeping very restlessly, was woken up by noise.

He opened his eyes and found that his two roommates had already packed up and were ready to leave.

"So early? Isn't work supposed to start at eight?"

He asked instinctively.

"If you go at eight o'clock, you'll only get the most difficult positions, and you won't be able to finish them at all."

The worker kindly offered a reminder.

Zhou Yuan didn't quite understand, but he wasn't comfortable lying down, so he had no choice but to sit up, change his clothes, and rush to the factory.

It was still dark, and the winter mornings were the coldest. The wind made Zhou Yuan shiver all over. He suspected that he would definitely catch a cold and fever after the script was finished, so he pulled his clothes tighter, trying to get warmer.

Along the way, some food shops were open. Zhou Yuan wanted to have breakfast, but when she checked her pockets, she only had a dozen yuan in savings. She also needed to eat lunch, so she couldn't afford breakfast at all.

Let them be hungry.

Fortunately, after walking a few steps, I saw a factory.

The factory wasn't large, but white smoke was already billowing from its chimney. As soon as Zhou Yuan smelled the factory, he immediately started coughing. The smell was a mixture of the stench of excrement, the pungent smell of smoke, and some other unidentifiable odor. It was so foul that it made people cover their noses.

Zhou Yuan vomited on the spot.

Although the script indicated he was already a skilled worker, his body's instincts couldn't lie to him.

Seeing Zhou Yuan vomit, viewers who either got up early or stayed up late were all moved.

[This morning, I actually saw someone get up early for work and then vomit on the spot?!]

This is so good with rice, guys! It's clean and hygienic too.

Damn, this is so real! Getting up at 4 AM for work, the working conditions are awful, I can't take it anymore!

[Got it, this is the new season of "Transformation," right? Making a big boss experience life at the bottom of society, Lu Ban really went to great lengths, he really... I'm crying my eyes out!]

Wait a minute, isn't this a suspenseful murder mystery game? Why am I watching him work?

Zhou Yuan's work was simple, purely repetitive and mechanical labor. After working for a while, he saw his work order for the day.

He can make one part per minute, but today he has to make 1,200 parts!

Even if they don't rest in between, they have to work non-stop for twenty hours!

I start working at 4 PM now, and I need to finish by midnight.

No wonder my coworkers said they wouldn't have been able to finish if they had gone any later.

"This is too much..."

Zhou Yuan made a comment that drew a glance from the person next to him.

"If you don't want to do it, give it to me. I can make a dollar for every hundred parts."

"Ah...this..."

Zhou Yuan remembers that a steamed bun from the roadside costs one yuan. If she works hard for twenty hours today, she can only earn twenty yuan, which is six hundred yuan a month.

The rent is almost three hundred yuan!

Most of the money I earned through hard work went to the landlord, and what was left was barely enough to feed myself.

"You'd better do it carefully. If any parts are substandard, they'll deduct from your total quantity. If one part is substandard, they'll deduct from two. That's a huge loss."

People around him reminded him.

"How could this not be up to standard?"

Just as Zhou Yuan made a complaint, she saw a worker being pulled out by the factory supervisor ahead.

"These parts of yours are all substandard, redo them."