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Chapter 228: The Horrible Experience of the Voluntary Overtime Application Form and Leave Application Form

After listening to the supermarket owner's story, Wang Xuan felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He was eager to know what happened afterwards.

Who is the headless murderer?
How can a person live without a brain? That must be a ghost.

Has the ghost left?

Wang Xuan looked at the supermarket owner in fear, only to see the supermarket owner scratching his neck with a smile. He did not say anything else, but silently took a step back.

"It's my turn." The worker in a suit and tie stepped forward and started talking.

"I was the second one to join the team, so I'm considered a veteran."

"It was probably the third day after the explosion news appeared. Although the outside world was buzzing with rumors, some said it was a chemical plant explosion, and some said it was a test of new weapons, but it had nothing to do with ordinary citizens like us. You know, the boss won't take a holiday until the earth explodes."

"In fact, not only was there no holiday, I had already worked several all-nighters in a row and had not received overtime pay. I was so tired that I hid in the toilet and fell asleep for no apparent reason."

"I woke up and realized that several hours had passed."

"I was afraid that my boss would find out and deduct my bonus, so I was about to go out and make an excuse, but I heard the voice of a colleague next door. He told me that the company was haunted and everyone was dead, except for the two of them."

"I didn't believe it at first, until I left the toilet and saw the bodies of my colleagues lying all over the office area. All of them had slumped over at their workstations with expressions of horror, and they had all lost their hands."

"I was terrified at the time. As an atheist, I began to doubt whether there were really ghosts in this world. At this moment, the door was unlocked. I thought it was rescue, but through the frosted glass, I saw only a pair of hands moving outside the door."

"I quickly ran back to the bathroom. At this point I had completely believed what my colleague next door said. He told me that the hands would knock on the door and then reach in from under the door."

"I hold a voluntary overtime application form in one hand and a leave application form in the other."

"You can only take overtime application forms, never leave application forms, otherwise you will die."

"Just after I said this, the toilet door handle turned. Although there were no footsteps, I felt like there was someone standing outside."

"There was a knock on the door from the next pit, and then there was dead silence."

"Then I heard the rustling of papers. Just as I was worried about my colleague next door, a pair of women's hands stretched out from under the door in front of me."

"One hand holds a voluntary overtime form, the other holds a leave form."

“It’s exactly the same as what my colleague said.”

"I was so scared that I couldn't move. Finally, I hesitated and took the voluntary overtime application form. The ghost outside the door left. This happened for the next few days. I tried to leave the company, but the door was locked."

"We were trapped in the company and could only wait for rescue in the toilet. When we were hungry, we secretly ate snacks in the office. When we were thirsty, we drank mineral water. When the mineral water ran out, we drank tap water in the toilet."

"Until one day, I had diarrhea and asked my colleague to borrow some paper."

"A pair of women's hands stretched out from the next toilet, and both hands were filled with leave requests."

The migrant worker's deep voice kept echoing in the supermarket. An atmosphere of terror and horror enveloped everyone like an invisible giant net.

Wang Xuan broke out in a cold sweat.

This overtime form and leave request form sounds even more terrifying than the previous experience.

Choosing to work overtime and then being trapped in the company, choosing to take leave seems to mean death.

He was very curious about what the other party chose in the end.
How did he escape from the company?
The other party did not say anything about the final choice and the specific process of escape, but Wang Xuan felt that the other party must be a strong man to be able to escape from such a dangerous place.

After the migrant worker told the story about what happened to him, the others encouraged each other. Wang Xuan was deeply moved by this true friendship of sharing weal and woe.

Then others began to recount the horrific experiences that had happened to them.

The blood-red eyes peeking through the crack of the door, the strange gasping sound coming at midnight, the heart that stopped beating, the face that suddenly appeared behind the head...

Every personal experience is horrifying and frightening. Compared with the experiences of these predecessors, Wang Xuan felt that the footsteps outside the door he experienced were simply a trivial matter, but seeing that everyone had finished speaking, in order to integrate into the group, he also plucked up the courage to narrate what happened to him.

"That was the day after the breaking news..."

Wang Xuan felt deeply sorry for the family of four next door who had suffered misfortune. If it weren't for that disaster, he could have brought them here.

After sharing the experience, there was silence.

Wang Xuan suddenly felt that the temperature around him had dropped a lot. He raised his head and looked at the few people who were staring at him in silence, and asked nervously if there was anything wrong with what they said.
The others shook their heads, and then the supermarket owner smiled and welcomed them.

In order to welcome Wang Xuan's arrival, they decided to have dinner early.

Wang Xuan was a little surprised. When he arrived, he saw that it was still daytime outside. He estimated that it was around three or four in the afternoon. Did they have to eat so early?
He touched his stomach. He hadn't felt hungry at all in the past few days. Looking around, he found that his desire for these ready-to-eat foods was unusually low.

"I'm not hungry."

"No, you're hungry."

In the distance, a working man was slowly walking towards them carrying a steaming pot.

The pot seemed to be made with tomato base. It contained not only instant noodles, but also various miscellaneous frozen foods. Although it did not look healthy, Wang Xuan sniffed it and found it very fragrant.

"What is this? It smells so good."

"After being hungry for so long, how could the food available in the supermarket not smell delicious?"

Wang Xuan frowned slightly, always feeling that the migrant worker's words were full of hidden meanings, but the food in the pot was indeed fragrant, especially those pieces of meat, which made him salivate.

There was a voice in his head that kept calling him to eat quickly.

Just as Wang Xuan was about to feast on the food, he caught a glimpse of the old, weak, sick and disabled survivors huddled together in the distance. He felt a surge of compassion that eventually overcame his desire.

"They are starving. Let the old man eat first."

Wang Xuan swallowed his saliva and carried forward the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and loving the young.

"This is specially prepared for you. Only you can eat it." said the working man.

"Thank you, I'm not very hungry."

Wang Xuan thought of his grandparents in his hometown and couldn't ignore them. He had signed an agreement online before to help the elderly when they were away from home.

"Smell it again, are you sure you're not hungry?"

The migrant worker gave a meaningful smile and added, "This is our welcome ceremony for new members. Only by eating this pot of rice can you truly become a member of our big family."

Wang Xuan's eyes were filled with confusion, not understanding what this meant. But when he sniffed the food in the pot again, the aroma became stronger, especially the pieces of meat, which made his eyes gradually become blurred.

At this time, the supermarket owner, the male worker and those who were telling their experiences were all looking at Wang Xuan, as if they were extremely concerned about his choice.

Bang bang bang!
At this moment, there was a sudden loud banging sound from the small door of the supermarket.

"Hello, is anyone inside?"

“I’m a survivor.”

"My name is Lu Yue, I'm 24 years old. A week ago, my city was infected by a virus. An unimaginable disaster happened around me. I lost contact with my friends. All I had to do was to survive..."

Outside the door, Lu Yue successfully found this closed supermarket based on Xiaohong's navigation.

(End of this chapter)