Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 150: Testing the Clown Gang

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

The regular rhythm of keyboard tapping sounded continuously in an office of less than 35 square meters.

There are twelve desks placed in the small space. Although not every seat is occupied by people, there are still a few people left under the pile of documents and the aisles that have to be crossed sideways and with feet. Out of breath.

The heating in the house had long since broken down. In order to save some money, the boss who had an exclusive office of 12 square meters next door never called the repairman.

The cold weather prompted them to close the windows tightly. After working for six and a half hours a day, the room was filled with high concentrations of carbon dioxide, making people drowsy and reddened.

Despite this, the faces of these employees were unconsciously filled with joy.

They were rubbing their hands and whispering, and almost no one was focusing on their work.

It's almost time to get off work, and I can soon get out of this damn, cramped, cold working environment.

It's just that among a group of coworkers who are messing around, there's a high probability that there will always be a guy who doesn't fit in.

Bill Kane is such an outlier.

'Why doesn't he just lower his head and type on the keyboard with his nose? Maybe the efficiency will be faster. '

Because the space was too small, the colleagues who worked in Moyu couldn't directly vent their dissatisfaction with this alternative, so they could only continue to say bad things to Bill in a private chat group.

Poor Bill, everyone gets the same salary, and you work so hard, but in the end you get nothing except a few perfunctory words of encouragement from your boss.

He was looking at the computer screen with all his concentration, even his pupils were looking directly at the content of the file he needed to process, without any deviation from the time displayed below.

The remaining colleagues were sitting upright one by one, banging on the keyboard in front of the boss. When the fat man left the office with satisfaction, they became restless one by one and began to prepare to pack up their belongings after get off work.

Jingle bell bell~

The end of get off work bell rang.

"Always diligent after get off work!"

The boss carrying the coffee cup wandered out of the office and met Bill who was the first to walk out with his briefcase under his arm.

Bill turned a deaf ear, took off the coat hanging by the door and put it on his shoulders. He turned around and forced out a smile, waved to a room full of colleagues, and then left the workroom without hesitation.

In fact, he doesn't care.

Against the biting cold wind, Bill moved his slender legs, walking faster and faster, with an expectant smile on his face involuntarily.

His appearance, clothing, the whites of his bloodshot eyes, and even the tip of his high nose must be smeared.

At this time, the malicious discussion about Bill filled the entire cabin happily, and the cheerful atmosphere would remain until they all left.

He wasn't looking forward to going home.

Of course, this ringtone cannot be caused by the stingy and picky boss, but it comes from Bill's workstation.

Occasionally, there would be some wonderful comments that made other participants snicker. They would cast a sarcastic glance at the person they had privately slandered, then turn away as if nothing had happened, and continue to search for more mean words on their phones.

Bill, who had already taken the elevator to the first floor, naturally had no idea of ​​the ill will his colleagues had towards him.

The fat man with a big belly complained angrily at Bill's back.

Until this moment, Bill would be distracted from his work, move his fingers, look at his watch, then sort out the files on the desktop, stand up and stretch.

His pale, slender and cold fingertips flew across the keyboard. All the keyboard sounds in the whole room basically came from him. Occasionally, some colleagues noticed that the boss on the other side of the glass wall was peeking at them while drinking coffee, so they pretended to be on the keyboard. Knock it up twice.

When he turned a corner and couldn't see the office building he just worked for even if he turned around, Bill took out his cell phone from his pocket and started tapping excitedly.

With the light touch of Bill's fingertips, a cartoon smiling face icon swayed left and right twice, opening a dark blue interface.

A line of logo text that looked like it had been carefully designed popped up. 'Let's make fun! '

Skillfully close the icon, then type a nine-digit combination password in the search bar above, and a highly private software group chat pops up.

There were about a dozen messages in the group, all of which seemed to be very common topics, but after Bill glanced at them carefully, he clicked on the profile picture of the third speaker from the beginning.

This netizen’s nickname is a combination of English numbers that looks like garbled characters.

Copy and paste it, then return to the chat bar, click on the avatar of the second to last speaker, double-click on the other person's nickname as usual, and a small input box pops up.

Then paste the content you just copied into the input box, delete the sixth letter and the fourth number from the bottom with your fingertips, and press Enter on the small keyboard.

A brand new interface was opened. It was also a chat group, but tens of thousands of messages had already filled the screen.

Everyone was excitedly discussing a common topic.

That person is out!

The life mentor who can bring their spirits into a state of bliss in this dark and heavy life, like smelly sludge.

The clown is back!

Yes, Bill Kane is an inconspicuous office worker in Gotham City, a book king who is incompatible with many fishermen. In the undercurrent of the Internet world, there is another thing that makes him quite proud. identity.

The spiritual member of the Clown Gang!

What? Do you think he is an official member of the Joker Gang?

It's not that easy.

Being able to get this privately developed software is only the first step. There is no need to pay money later. After several months of chatting, big data screens out the potential tendency of anti-social personality to obtain a special membership.

The first-level group chat link can only be obtained after being invited by internal staff. After completing some tests, background checks, and answering questionnaires in reality, you can get the method to open the real internal group chat.

And the moment you join this special group chat, congratulations, you have finally become a spiritual member of the Clown Gang.

The so-called spiritual members must be screened and inspected by the official members of the Clown Gang, and pass a series of high-risk assessment tests issued by the Clown himself before they can be qualified for the next step.

At this point, you can be considered a non-staff member of the Clown Gang.

But don't worry, the great spiritual mentor Joker is not such a arrogant figure.

Even if you are only the most peripheral spiritual member, you may be appreciated by the clown and ascend to heaven in one step.

This is not difficult, as long as you are willing to take on the tasks assigned by the group, such as carrying bombs to attack banks, police stations, mayor's offices, etc.

Blow up these places and still survive, and you will have the supreme honor of meeting the Joker directly and receiving his gifts.

Yes, Bill, who is just a spiritual member of the Joker Gang, is looking forward to this day. Every time the Joker returns, something big will happen, as long as he can grab one or two tasks assigned by the top and bottom - whether it is when the Joker is being chased by Batman. Help the Joker stop Batman on his only way, or be a suicide bomber and attack somewhere to distract Batman.

As long as he can seize the task, Bill will have the opportunity to get one step closer to the clown gang, that is, to the clown!

He had waited too long, and he couldn't wait any longer.

Just as Bill was enthusiastically participating in the discussion about the clown not being in the group chat, a user with a smiley face icon issued an exclamation mark that quickly silenced the entire group.

This private software does not give users the right to change their avatars. Those who can have such icons must be less than ten managers in the group, that is, one of the official members of the Clown Gang is speaking.

Pixel: In order to celebrate that person's return, after discussion among our managers, a special task is now issued.

coming!

Bill's whole body trembled with excitement, and he had to consider that this was probably his only chance in this life.

Bill is absolutely determined to seize this task!

(End of this chapter)