Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 381 - 379: Late Night Storytelling

Chapter 381: Chapter 379: Late Night Storytelling

Zhangsun Jing said to Wen Wen, "Generally, Little Dragon Knight would show up at the scene of an accident right away. So, the quickest way to find him is to also get to the scene as fast as we can. Maybe then we might run into him."

Wen Wen thoughtfully said, "Since he can appear at the scene that quickly, this ’Little Dragon Knight’ must have a special system for gathering intelligence, or a similar capability. Have you guys investigated this angle?"

"Of course, we’ve investigated. We’ve tried all sorts of methods, but in the end, it’s still easiest to find him by luck," Zhangsun Jing said with a wry smile.

"Then I’ll trust you, and you can drive me to try our luck. This little thing got drunk on hot pot soup base, and I’d be scared of an accident if I let it drive," Wen Wen said while holding the limp tail of Three Cubs.

...

In the late night, the lights were still on in the office building on the thirteenth floor.

A dozen young people were typing away at their keyboards under the light, some were bald young men, others were hair-thinning young women, basically, all programmers.

The end of the month was approaching, but their work was still unfinished, so they had to work overtime into the night, all to make ends meet and to allow their boss to buy a new sports car sooner.

Meng Chun rubbed his slightly swollen temples, stopped his nearly cramped hands, and made himself a cup of coffee.

Then he called out to his colleagues, "Let’s all take a break and chat for a bit. Right now, it’s just the dozen of us in this entire building, and the only sound is that of keyboards clicking. It’s kind of giving me the creeps."

"Why the creeps?"

The woman sitting opposite Meng Chun, curious, stood up and asked him. Her face was eerily pale, her features indiscernible, and her eyes were unnervingly strange.

"Ah... Li Meiqi... what are you messing around with!" Meng Chun was startled, realizing that the woman across from him had a facial mask on.

Li Meiqi laughed, "It’s midnight, and we’re still working overnight. I certainly don’t want my skin to age prematurely. But Meng Chun, shouldn’t a grown man like you be braver?"

"Who says I’m not brave..."

Meng Chun replied timidly, then with a tempting tone, he said, "But do you know why our company rents a whole floor here so cheaply?"

A burly man turned his chair around, looked at Meng Chun resignedly, and said, "Meng Chun, you’re about to start ghost stories again, aren’t you? Well, it might wake me up."

"This is not a ghost story!"

Meng Chun said seriously, "I heard from our finance department that renting this floor costs only a quarter of what other floors cost. Aren’t you curious why that is?"

Li Meiqi moved her stool closer to Meng Chun, urging, "Come on, spill it. Don’t keep us hanging."

As the three of them began to talk ghost stories, the other programmers also gradually gathered around, sitting closer to Meng Chun, forming a small circle.

"This building was rented seven months ago. Before that, this floor had been unoccupied for over three years, and even the elevator wouldn’t stop on this floor!"

"And the reason for all this started four years ago, when there was an IT company here whose performance was always lukewarm."

"Due to poor performance, the only option was to overwork the employees, forcing them to work overtime late into the night. Finally, one day a male employee couldn’t take the pressure anymore. After all his colleagues had left the building, he committed suicide at his desk!"

Meng Chun’s tone of speech sent chills down everyone’s spine, and combined with the ghost story and their current environment, it made the audience feel goosebumps.

However, they didn’t mind because that was the thrill of listening to ghost stories at midnight. Meng Chun was a master storyteller of ghost stories in the company, and only he could draw everyone into the tales.

"The next day when people, burdened to come to work, including the company’s management, showed up, no one noticed the man’s death, and they continued working overtime late into the night... "

As the story unfolded, everyone felt an increasing chill as if every dark corner of the building concealed a lurking person.

"Just like usual, the company worked overtime late into the night, and no one noticed the man who had been slumped over the desk all day slowly sitting up and brewing a cup of coffee."

As everyone looked at the coffee cup in Meng Chun’s hand, they exchanged glances and moved a bit closer to each other, Meng Chun was getting better at scaring people.

"The male employee began to tell ghost stories, and because he told them so brilliantly, all his colleagues gathered around him."

"His goal was to make everyone stay by his side forever, to keep them company in the office so he would not feel lonely, so that he would always have an audience while telling his stories."

Meng Chun lowered his voice, and eerily said, "However, since the man was already dead, his stories were not only heard by his colleagues but also by others wandering in the night, and thus, more and more people gathered around him... "

The audience felt scared and glanced around, turning back with faces pale and trembling, not knowing what to think.

Tonight, the stories Meng Chun told seemed especially terrifying.

Meng Chun looked at the audience with satisfaction. It was the first time his ghost stories had such a good effect; usually, people would critique as they listened, but today they were actually trembling in fear.

"As the man’s story neared its end, the listeners were so frightened they were almost crying, and at that moment, the man revealed his true nature—his bleeding eyes and a long, red tongue..."

Meng Chun turned around, smeared some tomato juice around his eyes, and hung a fake tongue from his mouth, then turned back and screamed at the audience: "Roar! I want you to listen to my stories forever!"

Expecting the audience to scream, Meng Chun did not see the reaction he had hoped for.

Previously, they had been shivering from fear, and now, with props specially prepared for the final part of the story, he expected an intense reaction. Why were they just shivering as before?

Unless... their profound fear wasn’t because of his ghost story at all!

With that thought, Meng Chun felt a bone-chilling cold. He noticed that today’s hot coffee seemed to cool much faster than usual.

And among those listening to his story, the usually familiar faces now seemed unfamiliar, while the unfamiliar faces seemed too familiar, as if all were his colleagues.

But he clearly remembered that in the entire building, it was only their company, with a dozen people working, and after he finished the ghost story... around him were dozens of people!