Work, work non-stop.

Yang Ke looked at the words in front of the computer and suddenly felt that they all had legs growing. They ran around in front of him, dazzling and unable to concentrate.

After finally staying up until noon, Zhou Xuan ordered a takeaway for Yang Ke to avoid wasting time.

I worked until nine o'clock in the evening, and the tasks accumulated in my hands were slightly relieved.

Yang Ke leaned against the back of the chair in exhaustion, looking at the fan rotating on the ceiling, and didn't even want to lift his fingers.

Zhou Xuan took a bottle of drink and placed it next to Yang Ke. He opened a bottle of nutrition express line and drank for two sips: "Do you want to go down and eat a few bites?"

"What does it mean? You won't let me continue working overtime, are you?"

"No, after you finish eating, you go home, I'll continue to come to work."

"You treat me."

"Don't worry, I know you're poor. Let's go, I'm almost dying of hunger."

At a night market stall downstairs, Zhou Xuan ordered two kilograms of crayfish, twenty skewers of lamb skewers, and a number of other fried skewers.

But he didn't order wine because he had to work overtime at night.

Yang Ke put on disposable gloves and skillfully peeled the crayfish into the shell and cramped it, sucked the juice from the shrimp shell, and then ate the only little lobster meat into his mouth.

"Brother Zhou, have you read the two books I recommended today? Can they be on the main recommendation list?"

Zhou Xuan said seriously: "You said that "Time Stop in the Abyss" and "Late Night Editor", right? "Time Stop in the Abyss" is very creative. In an abyss full of monsters, the protagonist suddenly gains the ability to stop time. This is a pseudo-invincible stream, but the rhythm of this book is not very good. I feel that he will collapse sooner or later."

"As for the second book, which combines editing and suspense, it's quite interesting. The protagonist is the editor, and he can receive submissions from hell, and they have their own horror effects. This book is pretty good, but the number of words is too small, and the effect is not ideal when pushed up now. I'll wait for another week or two to see."

Yang Ke joked: "Brother Zhou, you are already a bit like an editor-in-chief now."

"Haha, of course, I will be the editor-in-chief sooner or later. Drink, oh, if you don't have wine, then just dry crayfish."

Zhou Xuan happily picked up a crayfish and touched Yang Ke.

Although the acting editor-in-chief is just a false name, it is enough to make him happy for a long time.

After eating crayfish, Zhou Xuan looked at the police passing by and said, "It seems that the two of us are not included in the quarantine targets, otherwise we would not have been able to work until now."

Yang Ke stared at the crayfish in his hand, without raising his head: "What do you think is their standard for isolating?"

"Are you controlled by the flesh and blood? Now the only difference seems to be here."

"Maybe, it is also possible to observe whether they have any sequelae. After all, twisting their necks into that shape is really a strange behavioral characteristic."

Zhou Xuan rubbed his neck uncomfortable: "Stop talking about this, the scene where I twisted my head into 180 degrees, I don't know how many times I dreamed about it at night."

Dingdong.

Yang Ke's cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

He received a text message from Ming Jiayi.

But Yang Ke's hands are full of oil now, so it is difficult to touch his phone, so he simply ignores it for the time being.

"Brother Zhou, why do you think they have that characteristic? Is it a specific meaning, or is it just a behavioral imitation?"

Yang Ke thought for a while and said, "You are talking about them imitating the behavior of the fishman. I don't think this is an imitation. The fishman could only turn his head because of his vision problem, but the people who were controlled turned their heads, which was more like a physical incongruity."

"Inconsistent? Why is there such a judgment?"

"Haha, let me catch it. You kid don't know. Their situation is somewhat similar to the content in a book. There is a monster in that book that has no head, so after it controls others, it can only control the parts it knows, and the head part will make some weird expressions or actions because it is not controlled."

"Your consciousness is that the flesh and blood do not know how to control the human head?"

Zhou Xuan’s guess is indeed reasonable.

But Yang Ke knew that the predecessor of the flesh and blood group was Patient No. 4, so he should not have the problem of not knowing how to control his head.

Seeing that Yang Ke was not very convinced, Zhou Xuan asked back: "What do you think is the reason?"

"I guess it may be because the flesh and blood balls are not fully developed, and its ritual failed after all."

"This seems to make sense."

At most, the communication between the two is just about some thinking inspiration. They cannot get the final answer for the specific reasons.

Regarding the behavior of the person under control, it seems that only this can be thought of, so Yang Ke changed the topic.

"Did Mr. Mo say he wanted to recruit a few newcomers to take the initiative? Han Shi and the others were quarantined for a week, so we could not handle so many manuscripts alone."

"Ha, you really guessed it. Two newcomers will come to interview tomorrow, but HR is also quarantined, so we were taught the interview work."

"Why bring me with you?"

"You kid will be promoted sooner or later, and you must be the one who led these two newcomers. Wouldn't it be good to get familiar with them in advance?"

"I went there, there was enough work, and I asked me to bring new people. The new people I mentioned are not such new people, they have work experience."

"Okay, it's only 2,000 yuan in internship salary. Anyone with experience will be able to have these two. I read it and found that the schools they graduated from are very good, one is a power engineering and the other is a local engineering project. They are not from liberal arts. Because they are interested in horror novels, they apply for this position."

"Okay, Brother Zhou, please stop. I don't want to listen anymore."

Zhou Xuan just said that these two people knew nothing about the editor’s work.

Although Yang Ke also graduated from science and engineering, he worked as a full-time writer for at least a while before becoming an editor, and had some basic understanding of the editor's work.

When Meng Yuanhang first came to the company, he was a complete piece of white paper. In order to lead him, Yang Ke squandered his old kung fu.

As a result, the performance of that month was directly affected.

The less money earned is counted on him, and the company cannot provide any compensation.

Now that the work is so tight, it would be better to just take his life if you have time to bring two newcomers.

"Brother Zhou, I'll tell you first. I won't bring these two newcomers, I want to bring you."

"Hey, you guys have a hard wing, don't you dare to bargain with me?"

"Brother Zhou, I want me to say that it's all about recruiting people anyway. Can't you find two people who know it based on your relationship?"

"Do you think I don't want to recruit you? Well, let's tell you the truth. These two people have interviewed several novel companies before, but they are basically a one-round tour, just pass it directly."

"Then we..."

"I heard from me first, but later they asked someone to find a relationship and were introduced to our company. You know Mr. Mo, who is greedy and lustful, and likes to be nepotist. Although these two people are relatives who are not close to each other, they are really cheap. The internship period is 2,000, and after becoming a regular, they have no commission before working for two years. You know what I mean."

Yang Ke was shocked: "Damn it, how much money can you save if you take advantage of this level?"

The salary of an ordinary editor is less than one-third of the salary of an ordinary program employee.

The company is actually thinking about saving money in editing.

Is this too stingy?

"You don't know the situation of our company recently. Now the result has come out. Seven died. There are still two more people who can't go to work even if they are cured. The rest are scared. It's unimaginable how much money these people have to accompany them. Our company doesn't have that much cash, so Mr. Mo even went to borrow money and mortgaged his Bentley and a property. Now he wants to save a dollar, let alone a few thousand yuan."

"Haha, he has saved money, but we are not the one who is unlucky."

"You kid, just complain less. I'm much worse than you. I'll live in the company for the next week."

"Why do you go to quarantine for a few days?"

"Gogun, eat your crayfish right away."

After eating a few more, Yang Ke took off his disposable plastic gloves, wiped his hands with paper, then picked up his phone and opened the text message he received.

Ming Jiayi: Yang Ke, why didn’t you go to see a psychologist yesterday Sunday? You should have no time today on Monday, so why would you say a day and I’ll make a reservation for you.

Only then did Yang Ke remember that there was something like a psychologist.

However, since the development of things, it can no longer be solved by a psychologist.

So he replied to a message: Please, Officer Ming, please cancel the appointment from the psychologist, I won’t go there for the time being.

A few minutes later, Ming Jiayi sent another message: Why don’t you go? Are you worried about the qualifications of a psychologist? Don’t worry, he is a very capable psychologist and has been on TV before. Yang Ke, you have experienced such a serious case, so I advise you to take a look. In fact, I’ll tell you that I went to see it once, and now I feel much better and I have never had nightmares again.

Yang Ke: Otherwise, you send me the contact information and name of the psychologist, and I will make an appointment by myself if I have time.

Ming Jiayi: It will be more difficult to make an appointment in person, and the cost is not low. But since you said that, I will send it to you. The psychologist is named Song Xinlu, his mobile phone number is 157xxxxxx6, and his clinic is in Sanji Hospital, Jieshi City. When you make an appointment, you said it was recommended by Ming Jiayi and he will give you some discounts.

Yang Ke: Thank you.

Ming Jiayi: You're welcome (●'?'●).

Yang Ke smiled and shook his head. It is rare to see people with such expressions now.

Seeing Yang Ke smiling with a vulgar look, Zhou Xuan said in confusion: "What's wrong? The girl sent you a message to confess?"

"It's nothing, by the way, Brother Zhou, you have received psychological treatment for a period of time before. Who was your psychologist at that time?"

"That's been a year ago. I think about it. It seems that it's called Song Xinlu. His level is quite good. I only treated him for one course and it was basically fine."

Yang Ke didn't expect that such a coincidence, the psychologist introduced by Ming Jiayi and the one Zhou Xuan Zengjin who was the same person.

"What problem did you go to see a psychologist?"

"Don't poke my sad things, okay."

"Then do you remember the specific treatment process?"

"I can't remember this."

"Can't remember it? Can he still delete your memory?"

"It's not that I deleted my memory, it's like being... I'm... Ah!"
Chapter completed!