"Thrips, the editor-in-chief is looking for you in an emergency! Thrips! Thrips!"
Anxious voices circulated repeatedly over the office area, and a rolled-up schedule notebook with a black cover flew around, constantly looking for where the thrips took their naps.
The schedule of flying has been going back and forth a few times. The people below who looked up at it were all old men with unshaven beards. Not only did they not help it, but some even threw pens and ink bottles at it because it was noisy. The schedule was so anxious after a long search to no avail. The pages clattered, but the thrips was nowhere to be seen.
Thrips again! Why is it my turn to inform her again!
This new editor has been the focal point of the Literature and Art Department since she joined the job. She has managed to subdue several authors who were struggling to make ends meet, and they have transformed from habitual offenders of procrastination into industry consciences who deliver their manuscripts in advance. It's bigger than being overtaken by a typewriter.
Except for the occasional author who comes to Yingxue Hall crying and wanting to change the editor-in-charge, this new editor's work performance is so good that nothing can be said, but she is also famous for being a person who has nothing to say!
It's okay if she never says hello to her colleagues. At least she will nod to show that she has seen you, which is not completely ignored. The most troublesome thing is that she is absolutely silent during non-working hours, let alone ordinary colleagues, even the editor-in-chief's news No reply, no rules or courtesy at all.
Moreover, she disappeared as if she had evaporated during the lunch break. She could not be found no matter how hard she looked for her, which made her, the most efficient herald, anxious every time.
Today's young people are becoming more and more outrageous. Lunch breaks are considered half of working time!
In a hurry to convey the order, he turned over his schedule, threw out a bookmark tape from the gap, swept it away, and accurately wrapped it around a pen thrown from below.
The order book used a bookmark to control the pen, and drew human faces with only eyes and mouths on the blank inner pages. After finishing the drawing, it sneezed loudly in the air, and tore up the torn pieces of paper. It sprayed out in all directions.
"Thrips, thrips! The editor-in-chief is looking for you in an emergency! Come out quickly!"
"The editor-in-chief has a task for Thrip, you all come and help me find Thrip!"
"Don't sleep anymore, help me find where the thrips are!"
Every piece of paper with a human face repeated the same words, and the noise merged into an annoying swarm of mosquitoes, instantly penetrating all the folding spaces in the office area, ignoring all soundproofing devices and techniques, and penetrated everywhere.
The editors who were sleeping on their desks were so angry that they wanted to pull it off and rub it softly to wipe their butts. There were many fierce people among these editors of the literary and art department who were proficient in fighting and killing, but none of them dared to do it. Take action.
These heralds are said to have been bound into volumes by Du Gongtai of Thunder Sunzong when he was still working at Yingxuetang. They are important assets of Yingxuetang Bookstore. It doesn't matter if he throws ink and pens around for a little fuss. If he really cares about them Causing serious damage would damage a man's morality!
It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that it's not worth taking such a big risk for these pushovers who are too hard to wipe their butts!
A black hole opened in the wall next to the tea room. A man with a leopard head and spotted eyes leaned out half of his body. With his long arms, he easily retrieved an iron writing box from the workstation directly opposite.
Leopard Tou opened the pencil case and flicked the sleeping golden retriever lying inside to wake up.
"Stop lying dead, can you still fucking sleep? You can move your nose and help the ghost above find the thrips."
The golden retriever pulled down his blindfold and said angrily:
"It's up to you to find it yourself. I don't have one more nostril than you. Why bother me? There's something wrong with you cats."
"Don't you find it annoying that you make so much noise every time someone disappears?
It’s true that her work ability is quite strong, but she must also learn to be a gregarious person, that is, the editor-in-chief cherishes her talents. I think, if she is so unruly, someone will punish her sooner or later. "
"Talent? Haha, haven't you heard? It was the one who personally recommended you to work here. You might as well take over the editor's job at any time, and send a dozen or so reminder books a day to treat you."
"That one...which one?"
"Who else could it be?"
The golden retriever raised its tail and pointed upward, and a faded three-letter signature was faintly visible on the back cover of the flying messenger schedule.
The leopard-headed man let go of the pencil case and retracted into the hole, leaving only a few long hairs that fell out due to nervousness.
The golden retriever took one last look at the messenger schedule, put on his blindfold and turned over.
"Noise, noisy, we are afraid of you, but she is not afraid of you."
…
"Thrips! I see you, come out!"
After reading this sentence loudly in the order book, the cover suddenly felt a little cold.
The ceiling of the office area of the Ministry of Literature and Art was filled with gloomy rain clouds at some point.
"Thrips, what are you going to do..."
"It's so noisy."
This brief complaint was mixed with the sound of rain.
The steel-blue rainstorm fell suddenly, and in an instant, all the human faces flying in the air were shot down and nailed to the ground.
The order schedule was not so lucky. The irritable waterfall formed by the Gang Qi needle rolled it in the rain. It was not until it was beaten into a ball of fiber debris by the heavy rain that the angry rain with the anger of waking up gradually stopped. rest.
The herald, who was beaten into mist, let out a frightened whimper and reluctantly put himself back together before falling. While rolling, a small piece of paper fell out of the notebook.
In the center of the ruins that used to be the office area of the Ministry of Literature and Art, Thrip raised his hand to catch the falling note.
There was no word on it. She used her martial arts sense to scan it, and the information the editor left on the paper flowed into her heart.
"Take it with you to Blue Star No. 706 on the other side, and properly store the remaining fragments of the Book of All Things, coordinates within the world...contact person..."
After the reading was completed, the note twisted and connected head to tail, turning into a Möbius strip and wrapping it around Thrip's tail finger.
She was stunned for a while thinking about the contact's name, then opened the boundary door and walked in.
…
World No. 706 on the other side, the Raging Tide Blockade Zone.
Liang De has compiled a piece of relevant information about the Book of All Things and given it to Wen Zhongsu and He Gongji, and told them that professionals will come to properly contain it.
After giving the information, the blockade area fell into unspeakable silence.
None of the three people spoke anymore, and Li Zhixian, who was watching from across the border, was also rarely silent.
Liang De smoked one cigarette after another, thinking why the people from Yingxue Hall hadn't come yet.
He could probably guess how Wen and He were feeling at the moment, but he couldn't understand it.
There is no such thing as empathy in this world.
What could he say?
It is said that the book of all things is actually similar to disasters such as earthquakes and floods. Don't worry about it after the thing has passed, because it is useless to worry about it?
How can you say this? There will inevitably be times in life when you are powerless, but, but...
"Mr. Liang."
The first person to speak was Wen Zhongsu.
