Holographic online games are unscientific

After the chase went on for about seven or eight laps on the entire floor, Mr. Xia finally couldn't take it anymore. After turning into the blind spot of Wilmot's vision, he opened the door of the first office at the corner and flashed in, slumped. Panting heavily on the office chair.

I really didn't realize that Wilmot, whose face changed drastically after taking two extra steps in the game, actually has such good physical strength in reality... No, it should be said that he has too much perseverance!Although my physical strength is not bad, but I also graduated from various sports after graduating from university, and concentrated on being an otaku. According to the running method that I was tired like a dog just now... I will definitely have muscle soreness tomorrow!

The more he thought about it, the more angry Mr. Xia tore off his mask and threw it on the ground, got up and went to the water dispenser to pour himself a glass of water.The moment the slightly sweet mineral water flowed through his thirsty throat, he felt like he was finally alive.The coolness of the water reflected the sweltering heat of his body after exercising, so he took off his coat and threw it on the chair.

How should I go out?

To be honest, Mr. Xia himself didn't expect that the situation would turn out like this.He really didn't want Wilmot to know what he looked like, so when Wilmot jumped at him to take off his mask, it was a normal reaction for him to walk away.When all this escalated into a chase, his rationality told him to stop and not to expand his mistakes, but his body reacted one step earlier-running away.

By the way...is the door locked?

The question that suddenly appeared in President Xia's mind moved his eyes and people to the door panel.Just when he was sure that the door was unlocked and put his hand on the doorknob to press the inner lock, he heard a small but clear "click".

The door was pushed open from the outside to the inside, and Wilmot's slightly darkened face appeared in front of his eyes.

Due to the sudden incident, Mr. Xia was not mentally prepared, and forgot to swallow the sip of water in his mouth, and sprayed it all on Wilmot's face in a daze.

"..."

Fortunately, Mr. Xia reacted quickly, and after he did such an unnatural thing, he calmed down - Wilmot had never seen his face, that is to say, if he concealed it well , the other party is likely to think that he is just an employee here.

After making up his mind, he glanced around the office as quickly as possible, locked the tissue quickly and accurately, completed the action of retrieving the tissue like lightning, grabbed it and paste it on Wilmot's face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intend to be the director. Who made you appear suddenly? It scared me to death."

When he said this, Mr. Xia deliberately raised his voice, and his voice sounded a bit sharp. When he said the word "scared", his voice broke slightly.

Wilmot slapped President Xia's hand away and roared angrily, "Do you want to wipe off my face?"

Mr. Xia chuckled, and threw the tissue into the wastebasket beside him: "I'm ruthless, I'm sorry."

"Did you see a person wearing a mask come in?"

Wilmot rubbed his face in disgust, his eyes began to drift behind Mr. Xia.Of course Mr. Xia would not give him this opportunity, and immediately stood in front of him—just kidding, there is his coat and mask behind it, even if the table blocks the mask on the corpse lying on the ground, if you can see the coat on the chair, you idiot You should know that you are suspicious, right?

However, due to the height difference, Mr. Xia was half his head short, so he could only slowly stand on tiptoe like a chair lift to artificially increase his height.

This made Wilmot's dissatisfaction with Mr. Xia blocking his view quickly turned into contempt: "...What are you doing?"

"Growing taller."

"..."

Mr. Xia stretched out his hands, raised them sideways to the top of his head like a butterfly flapping its wings, and then retracted his legs: "My mother said that after intensive photosynthesis, you can grow taller."

"...so you're playing moth?"

"Wow, your house moths can photosynthesize?"

"..." A vein popped out of Wilmot's head.

Mr. Xia closed his chin, looked at Wilmot with a bottom-up feeling, and blinked shyly: "He is actually a mimosa."

"..."

"Bathed in the sunshine of the director, thrive."

Finally heard a word from someone, Wilmot's expression softened a bit: "Well, well said, but you haven't answered my question yet."

"..." Choked by Wilmot's good sense of self, Mr. Xia took a while to recover, "People wearing masks? I haven't seen them before."

As if remembering something, Wilmot suddenly asked, "Why didn't you go to the meeting?"

President Xia pretended to be stupid and said, "I want to work."

"But shouldn't all the people in the technical department have meetings in the conference hall?"

Mr. Xia, who got the words out easily, had no pressure to answer this question: "There must always be someone left to take care of the system and server. Today, the server needs to be maintained. Director, have you forgotten?"

Because this reason was too legitimate, Mr. Xia's expression was too serious, and Wilmot had no doubts at all: "Thank you for your hard work."

"How could it be? I am working for the organization. I am so lucky in my life," Mr. Xia said.

Smiling, he quickly drew up a plan to divert Wilmot's attention in his mind, "By the way, is the person the director is looking for wearing a mask with red lips printed on it?"

Wilmot grabbed Mr. Xia by the collar excitedly: "You know? You lied to me just now?"

Mr. Xia shook his head like a rattle, and pointed behind Wilmot: "Just now he walked past you on tiptoe."

"..."

The moment Wilmot turned around, Mr. Xia rushed to the office chair he was sitting on just now at a speed of [-] meters, grabbed his coat and threw it under the table—safety !

Wilmot stood at the door and watched for a long time before turning around: "Why didn't I see it?"

"Huh? Could it be that my eyes are dazzled?" Boss Xia blinked innocently.

"Forget it," Wilmot sighed, sat in an office chair closest to him, and began to instruct Mr. Xia to handle affairs, "You can help me get the information of a tester, the name is Mr. Xia, the tester The member number is 003."

Mr. Xia slowly moved to a computer that was still on: "You already know his information, what information do you want to retrieve?"

Wilmot closed his eyes, feeling a dull pain in his temple: "Photo, I want to know what he looks like."

Mr. Xia pointed his nose with his index finger and said silently—here.

"I have a headache, take a break, and call me when you're done."

Mr. Xia poked his cheeks with two index fingers, and tilted his head—I'm here, dear.

Wilmot frowned and loosened his tie, but still did not open his eyes.

In this way... can't get away?

Mr. Xia glanced at where Wilmot was sitting, which was very close to the door. If he went out now, the wind and the sound of his shoes rubbing against the ground would definitely get him caught.Thinking of this, Mr. Xia sat down on the chair honestly, held the mouse and began to think about how he should generate a document to show to Wilmot.

He's always been right about who he is - a low-end game tester.

For programs and systems, he wants technology but not technology, but knowledge and no knowledge. May I ask such a low-end game tester, how would he know where the employee data is hidden?It's hard to find.

So he clicked on the disk, clicked into the folders one by one like a dead horse, and began to daydream that he could run into a dead mouse, and happened to find the employee's information.

But more than ten minutes passed, and he still got nothing.

Just when he was about to break the jar, he directly

When rushing out of the office, an icon in the lower right corner caught his attention. He moved the mouse like a ghost and double-clicked the icon, and a window popped up, densely packed with names of people.He blinked and slid the scroll wheel with his finger to find his name in the middle of the list.

At this moment, he just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh three times—there is no limit to the road!

After double-clicking his name, his profile quickly popped up, and a picture of him smiling brightly was posted on it—probably because the computer he was using had a relatively long standby time, and the database ’s account has not been logged out. After clicking on his information with the mouse, a small stick is flickering, which means that he can change the information.

Mr. Xia's eyes moved to the left, and after scanning up and down, they stopped on a picture editing software.

He rubbed his hands together and smiled.

After ten minutes.

Mr. Xia patted Xiao Mo on the shoulder: "Director, I found it."

"Well, why is it so long?" Wilmot woke up from a light sleep, feeling that his mind was a little chaotic.

Mr. Xia didn't even blink his eyes: "The maintenance of the game system is also related to the office computer, so it's normal to be slower."

"Oh," Wilmot took the information Mr. Xia handed him, looked down for a while, and then raised his head with a frown, "I asked you to find a photo of the tester, not a monkey."

Mr. Xia pretended to be surprised: "Ah? A real human being."

Wilmot replied contemptuously: "Humans will put a photo of him hugging a big tree on his resume? Looking for a sense of presence?"

"Maybe it's trying to win by surprise."

Wilmot tapped the table with his index finger: "Qi is there, but winning is impossible, and it makes me want to slap them both."

President Xia raised his eyebrows unhappily.

"But..." Wilmot thought for a while, and even smiled, "It seems like something he would do, vulgar and tasteless, well, it is indeed a photo that fits his image very well."

"..." Mr. Xia's expression changed from a bit hideous to a smile - no!close!Tie!This account will be recovered slowly later.

"Speaking of which, even this kind of photo can pass the review." Wilmot stepped back with a very disdainful expression. "Are those idiots in the personnel department all trash who just eat for free and don't work?"

Mr. Xia's smile grew even wider: "That's right, come on, Director, deduct half a month's salary from them."

"..."