When the computer startup chime rang, Wang Ping almost smashed the speaker.
I almost forgot that when the computer is turned on and enters the system, a prompt sound will be heard which some software thinks is beautiful.
Wang Ping used his hands and feet to cover the small speaker on the side of the laptop tightly, maintaining a frozen posture without moving. He didn't hear any unusual sounds outside the room, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
The last time I was so nervous was when I was in my senior year of high school, watching movies on my mp4 in bed at night. I had to pause every few minutes and lift the quilt to see if my dad had come to check on me.
In fact, it was just that Wang Ping was too nervous. Not to mention the soundproofing effect of the quilt and the door, no one outside could hear it. Even if Gu Laosan heard it, he probably wouldn't care at all. After all, he had just given Wang Ping a fully charged tablet to play with in the afternoon, so it was normal for it to make some noise.
In the quilt, the furry face of a badger was reflected on the blue screen, looking a little eerie.
As soon as the laptop was turned on, it automatically connected to the wifi in the small building, which saved him a lot of time.
Looking at the icon on the screen, Wang Ping's little paw subconsciously reached to the right, but found nothing.
"Shit! I was in such a hurry that I forgot to find another mouse."
Now that the computer was turned on, the impatient badger didn't want to bother with it anymore, so he just held up his tail and slowly swiped on the notebook's built-in digital tablet.
Ignoring the 720 Speed Browser installed by someone on the desktop, Wang Ping directly double-clicked the IE icon.
The designer of the wap official website had a very strange idea. The same URL can only be opened in IE to log in to the staff intranet. Although other browsers can also open the wap official website, the intranet entrance is blocked. And the speed of accessing it every time using IE makes Wang Ping think that this designer is a moron.
He retracted his claws and tapped the keyboard lightly with the tip of one claw, entering the URL letter by letter. Enduring the ridiculously slow Internet speed, Wang Ping held his tail and watched the web page in front of him slowly refresh.
The first thing that caught my eye was a photo of a dog, with a huge bold caption reading "This is man's closest companion."
It’s not that there is any special care for dogs. In fact, wap’s official website will promote a different animal on the homepage every week, and this time it just happened to be the dog’s turn.
Wang Ping slowly moved the cursor on the digital tablet and clicked on the news in the subtitle bar. The web page jumped and previous news reports appeared on the page.
Before Wang Ping could move the mouse to turn the page, the little body sitting upright on the bed suddenly froze as his eyes moved down.
On the fourth news page, under the title, Jacob's black and white face smiled as brightly as a blooming chrysanthemum. The bold headline next to it read: World Wildlife Conservation Association staff member died in Africa, deeply in memory of Jacob Brute.
"Mad! Why is it Jacob?"
Wang Ping only felt a loud bang in his head, which made him dazed and his brain went blank in an instant.
I wanted to click on the main text of the news, but the paw that was moving my tail was shaking uncontrollably. I tried several times but failed. Instead, several other web pages opened.
The date of the next news item was one month ago, which means that if WAP really released a list of all the victims, Wang Ping would not be on the list. In other words, he might not be dead yet.
There is no feeling of relief or joy.
Facing the result of one's own death is completely different from facing the sacrifice of a teammate, especially when the person who died is half of one's teacher.
Of course, in this world, not many people have the opportunity to experience what it feels like to die. But if he had a choice, Wang Ping would rather have seen his own photo.
“Bang!”
Wang Ping closed the laptop screen in annoyance, then got out of bed and exhaled deeply with his mouth open.
The good news was that he probably didn't have to worry about Wang An going crazy. But apart from this good news, the rest was the worst news that couldn't be any worse.
Jacob's death was like a sudden nightmare that weighed heavily on Wang Ping's heart, making him feel suffocated.
For some unknown reason, Wang Ping suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.
Gu Lang doesn't smoke, and so does Grandma Sheng. If there is anyone smoking in Gu Lang's family, then the only place where smoke could possibly be found in the entire building is the room where Gu's parents live.
Wang Ping left the room and climbed up the stairs to the third floor.
There was only one locked room on the third floor. Wang Ping used the same trick to enter the room along the ceiling. He found half a box of ladies' cigarettes and a small and exquisite lighter on the dressing table in the room.
Wang Ping was not in the mood to think about why Mr. Gu smoked ladies' cigarettes. He just squatted on the dressing table, picked up the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then fiddled with the lighter with his paw to light it.
A bright flame lit up in the room. Wang Ping held a cigarette in his mouth, moved closer to the flame, and took a deep breath.
"puff!"
"Crack, crack, crack..."
The smoke choked Wang Ping's nose, and he blew out the cigarette, which flew on the mirror opposite him, and then fell on the dressing table. He himself was shaking and coughing.
It took a long time for Wang Ping to recover.
Wang Ping picked up the cigarette that had fallen to the side and left a black spot on the dressing table, held it between his two claws, stood up straight, and looked at himself in the mirror.
In the dark environment, the figure in the mirror looked a little wild. Except for the top of the head, the front of the body was all black hair, and the eyes were fluorescent. From a close distance, it looked a bit like a bear. But no matter what, no one would ever associate this figure with humans.
"Fuck... you look like a monster!"
Wang Ping raised his arm, took another puff of cigarette, and then blew the smoke hard onto the mirror.
"Go to hell!"
Wang Ping turned around and sat on the dressing table, smoking the whole cigarette. When he was almost calm, he patted his butt and stood up.
After thinking for a while, the badger put the remaining half box of cigarettes and the lighter in his mouth before leaving.
Anyway, Gu Laosan also said that his parents don’t come home all year round, so don’t waste these cigarettes.
After returning to the room, Wang Ping finally had the mood to think about other things.
The first is the current real situation of the three teams.
Jacob's sacrifice was an unexpected event that Wang Ping had not anticipated. After all, in his last impression, the wretched bearded man who liked to tell dirty jokes was still alive and kicking while giving himself an injection, without even a mosquito bite on his body. On the contrary, the others were more or less injured.
If even he died in the end, what about the others
After crawling into bed and opening his notebook again, Wang Ping patiently moved the cursor by the tail, and clicked three times on a small gray logo in the lower left corner of the homepage. The webpage refreshed and a login window popped up.
Just as he was about to enter his ID number and personal password, Wang Ping suddenly stopped.
I don't know what my current situation is, whether I'm dead and haven't announced it, or I'm in a coma, or some bastard has traveled through time and space and is living a good life for me. What if someone checks the login records in the background and finds the records I left, wouldn't it be bad
emmm…
A badger stretched out his claws and scratched his white scalp.
What is Anna's private password