Chapter 472: Hallucination Spreads
When discussing how to deal with the "shadow", everyone seemed to have a momentary hallucination in their vision.
The real world suddenly seemed to have turned into a game with a bug, and the entire field of vision flashed.
Everyone stopped talking at the same time.
The flash of vision only lasted for a moment, and the next moment, someone subconsciously continued the previous words:
"The origin of the shadow is too mysterious, and the monsters that have allied with us don't know where it came from. It may not be easy to deal with it."
Another person also subconsciously said: "Those monsters can't be trusted after all. Maybe the shadow is sent by them to trip us up... eh?"
The voice stopped abruptly.
In front of everyone's eyes, the whole world flickered again!
This time, the flickering lasted longer, and they could see clearly -
Everything they saw first seemed to be covered with a layer of blue light, and then red fluorescent cracks appeared.
And in the center of the crack, there seemed to be a figure flashing by, leaving a blurry but deep mark on their retinas.
They couldn't see the figure clearly, but their brains vaguely thought that the figure was...
"…"
A layer of goose bumps quietly appeared on the silent crowd.
No one spoke for a moment, they just looked at each other to express their confusion and shock.
Just now they felt like the whole world was about to be tampered with.
The vivid illusion even aroused their fear.
It also made them vaguely aware of something.
"Miying..." At this time, the ghost snake finally spoke, and his scarred face twitched violently.
"Let's put this topic on hold. The most important thing right now is to attack the underground..."
"Yes, yes."
Everyone agreed and tacitly changed the topic.
The upper class people, who had been fighting tenaciously against nature on the surface of the earth for many years, subconsciously avoided a certain word at this moment.
It's really… hell.
Meteorological disasters, human fights, monster attacks, these are things that can be seen, touched, and understood.
But the hallucinations they had when they mentioned a certain word twice just now - no, they didn't know if it was a hallucination, but it made them completely confused...
After the meeting, Ghost Snake received a communication.
The technology level of the upper echelons was not yet at the level for long-distance communication, so if they wanted to discuss important matters, they had to meet in person.
However, players combined the chat system, transmission system, etc. in the game and created a communication system, but it has great limitations.
The upper class likes to use this system...
When she looked at the person who sent the letter, it was indeed "Yun Yang".
That spy sent from underground...
——In the deep underground, in the Meme Department office building, an elderly man sitting in an independent office was also checking the report from "Yunyang".
The reports are sent in public form and can be viewed by anyone in the lower level who has reached a high level.
"Humph, those barbarians in the upper echelons are indeed up to something..." He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and muttered in the smoke.
"Knock knock." At this time, there was a knock on the office door.
He waved his hand slightly, and the whole office flashed blue light, the soundproof information barrier was closed, and the door was automatically unlocked.
"Come in."
The door was gently pushed open, and a young man walked in slowly.
The man held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the young employee who had just joined the company.
Ostensibly, he is the department head of Queske's Meme Division.
Although his actual job is to ensure that "all" employees of the Meme Department do not have inappropriate thoughts or do inappropriate actions.
But on the surface he still has to fulfill his duties as a supervisor.
For example, calling in new employees with poor performance and giving them a lecture.
This employee who has just been employed for a week looks young and handsome, but his "performance" in the past week is -
There are just no results.
After a week on the job, even the dumbest newcomer would have tried to make two or three memes, but this person didn't make a single one.
Rather than saying he can't do it...
The supervisor looked at his records and was more likely to say that he had no intention of making a meme at all. He just aimlessly browsed posts on various forums and websites at his workstation every day.
Thinking of this, the old man exhaled a puff of white smoke and said in a lazy tone: "Sir, do you have anything to say?"
The supervisor was looking at him, and You Huan, who was called to the office, was also looking at the supervisor.
What this person is holding is a real cigarette, not the most popular virtual cigarette in the world.
Physical cigarettes are very valuable in this world.
On the first day he arrived at the department, he had read all the information about this person.
On the surface, this person is the head of the Meme Department, but in reality he is responsible for monitoring the Meme Department and controlling the psychology of the employees in the Meme Department.
After all, the people in the Meme Department are doing work that involves social truth. Someone might suddenly feel overwhelmed with a sense of justice and want to reveal to the middle level the fact that the lower level has been controlling people.
Someone needs to make sure the Meme Department keeps running smoothly.
Although the old man's tone was lazy, his posture revealed an aura of majesty without even being angry.
If an ordinary employee was asked this question by his department boss, he would probably have already started to explain his mistakes in fear and trepidation.
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But You Huan just looked at him and said, "Me? I don't have anything to say."
"..." The supervisor was surprised that this young employee could face him so calmly, but was speechless about what he said.
Damn, is that what I meant? I told you to admit your mistakes!
He coughed and pointed out the problem in a more serious tone: "You have been working for a whole week, why haven't you made any memes?"
You Huan thought that reaching the lower level was his goal, and he had no interest in creating memes to control other people's minds.
He said: "I am browsing information. Only when I have a comprehensive understanding of the popular information and public psychology of the section I am responsible for can I create memes."
"Collecting data can be done entirely by AI."
"Then can't AI be given the job of creating memes?" You Huan said calmly, "I think there is a reason why the Meme Department still gives the job of creating memes to real people."
"…" The supervisor's eye twitched.
It's obviously passive resistance, how can you say it so confidently!
He took a long puff of his cigarette, and then directly issued an ultimatum: "Stop making excuses. You have to create at least two memes in the next three days."
"Otherwise, go to the 'Material Department' and be a 'Data Set' for me!"
"Um."
Faced with the harsh words, the new employee's calm response made him choke again. He quickly waved his hand fiercely, signaling the new employee to leave.
After You Huan came out of the office, he immediately put his supervisor's words behind his mind.
"Hey, let me tell you..."
Walking into the open office area, he heard several colleagues chatting during their lunch break.
"…It's very popular in the middle level. It's about that shadow. I don't know what kind of game bug is running around everywhere."
"I was wondering if I could use the popularity of the film industry to create a highly circulated meme. Can you help me think about it? We can split the profits equally then..."
He glanced at the two people who were whispering.
"Well?"
The two of them paused for a moment and blinked hard.
Was it an illusion? Just now, it seemed that the entire field of vision was blurred for a moment...?
This was certainly not an illusion, but the figure of You Huan's real body was projected in an instant, tampering with their senses for a moment.
Right now, You Huan is using his newly acquired sensing abilities to create large-scale ghost illusions that seem like a bug in reality.
He walked past the two people who looked puzzled without any pause.
To everyone's eyes, he returned to his workstation, but this was only the result of him tampering with the visual information they received.
He actually walked into the old information archive room of the office building, ready to see if there was any valuable historical information in this area that was independent from the lower-level network.
There is no internet connection here - not for confidentiality, but because it is not necessary.
A large amount of old information is stored in the tablet, which can be read like an e-book.
You Huan was like a phantom, passing by the manager of the archives room and walking between the rows of display shelves.
After taking a quick look, the general content of this information was all recorded in his mind.
It is indeed "old information" and there is really no valuable content, but...
His eyes moved to the corner of the display shelf, and he read the information stored in a very old personal tablet.
These are a few... scattered diary entries.
(End of this chapter)