My name is Vicky, and I'm the librarian at the world's greatest Philips Company.

It was another leisurely day. I walked into the office refreshed, made a cup of coffee, and browsed the web. Half a day passed again.

Alas, I originally wanted to read one more book while I was not working, but I have to have lunch soon, so why not do it after I get back from lunch?

Lunch is so delicious. I feel a little sleepy after eating, so why not lie down and take a rest.

woke up,

I just woke up and my mind was a little unclear. I need to calm down for a while. It's better to wait a while.

My mind is clear, but someone has to go through the formalities.

Hey, I’ll do it after work.

Work is over and I’m so hungry,

It's better to have dinner first, as you have plenty of time after get off work.

It's time to get off work. I'm so tired when I get home.

Take a short rest and then,

Yeah, I accidentally fell asleep. Is it already this time?

Why not forget it today, there is still plenty of time tomorrow.

I just lived in vain day after day like this, thinking that I would still have a lot of time to waste in the future, but when I realized that this was a mistake, it was already too late.

When did you realize something was wrong?

Maybe one day, ten people suddenly rushed over and wanted to borrow the Necronomicon.

That book is a forbidden book, something excavated from the ruins. It cannot be borrowed without special reasons.

After World War III, everyone was very repulsive to the cultural relics unearthed from the ruins. That ruins were the source of disasters, and the things inside would also bring more disasters.

Under normal circumstances, no one would take the initiative to borrow that book, as no one would want to get into trouble.

But starting from a certain day, people came to borrow books in an endless stream.

I don't know what went wrong with them. If they wake up, they will definitely regret this choice.

I subconsciously made excuses and rejected everyone.

At this time, the company's CEO suddenly sent me a message from the intranet, telling me that I could not lend the "Necronomicon" to anyone.

After that, I got the news that he had committed suicide.

And everything went in a direction I couldn't have predicted.

Colleagues who were acquaintances in the past have become strange. People in charge of the company have either disappeared or committed suicide.

Full of doubts, I went to the garden to look for the old man who had retired for many years.

The old man has the same status as a consultant in this company.

His identity and origins are both mysterious, and some people say he is related to Philip, the founder of the company.

Some people also say that he is a very famous archaeologist who specializes in studying ancient ruins.

In short, he has a very high status in the company. If the company encounters problems, the CEO will sometimes go to him for advice, but most of them will be met with failure.

With the mentality of giving it a try, I knocked on the door of the hut.

Unexpectedly, the old man actually opened the door, invited me into the room, and looked at me with a look that said, "I knew you would come."

He told me that Philips Company is facing the most severe test in its history.

The impact of the Third World War has not been eliminated, and a terrifying creature is occupying human brains.

Before it is fully occupied, everyone will still live like ordinary people. Once it is fully occupied, humans will completely become their puppets, without their own thoughts, and completely forget the fact that they are human beings.

In the end, human civilization will disappear and this place will become a colony of alien creatures.

But everything didn't turn around.

Human thoughts will be purged, so just preserve the thoughts.

The old man said that he created a network system in which everyone can store their thoughts and memories as data. Once the world is completely occupied by that kind of creature, this network system will be mankind's last hope.

He calls this technology "printing souls."

He also told me that the "Necronomicon" was very important and could not be lent to those whose minds had been possessed under any circumstances. I had to risk my life to keep it.

…

I still live an ordinary and lazy life,

I stay glued to my chair every day and don't want to do anything. Even if I put slogans around me or change my screensaver to motivational language, it's completely useless.

Days go by, but I can't always remember what happened after get off work.

It seems that after getting home from get off work, I fall asleep directly, and by the time I realize it, it’s another working day.

My colleagues looked a little strange, but I couldn't tell the difference.

I seem to have forgotten something very important,

slack off, slack off, procrastinate, procrastinate...

There are still some people who come to borrow the "Necronomicon". In order to reduce the trouble, I even want to lend it to them directly. Whenever this idea comes up, I will instinctively make the opposite decision.

Either delay for a while, refuse directly, or kill the person who borrows the book.

Eh? Kill him directly?

Something seems not quite right, forget it, thinking about it carefully takes too much time, so I don’t want to think about it anymore.

However, I still make exceptions occasionally. I always have to be more tolerant towards newcomers.

I seem to have put in a lot of new people to read the "Necronomicon".

I have a natural affinity for them,

Even so, I won't allow the book to be borrowed.

One day, two young people came to borrow books. They were very unfamiliar, so I guessed they were newcomers.

Originally, I had decided to let them in to read, but I didn't expect that they couldn't even wait.

They demanded that they go in immediately and borrow the Necronomicon.

I wanted to teach them a lesson, but one of the young men said the word "evil god" to me.

Looking into that young man's eyes, I suddenly remembered everything.

I saw that my lower body had turned into a substance like an ooze monster.

The whole room was miserable, with blood stains hanging in the corners and items piled up in a mess. Only the slogans urging me to read quickly were still there.

I don't know when, but I have also been parasitized by those creatures.

He tampered with my memory, affected my vision, and made me feel that everything was normal here.

This is a very scary thing, you have no idea when or how it happened.

While I was awake, I gave the young man as concise a hint as possible,

My brain was buzzing, and I knew he was starting to influence me again,

Maybe I have resisted more than once in the past,

It's time for everything to end, I'm tired of living without myself.

So, I raised the gun and aimed it at my chin.

At the last second, I saw the young man’s eyes,

Those are human eyes, and I read his thoughts in it. He wants to decipher all the secrets here.

To me, that is a look full of "hope",

It is also a vision of not being dominated by that kind of creature, representing "freedom".

…

"Nyarlathotep." Tang Yuan said the password.

Nyarlathotep said that he gave mankind a way to survive.

The technology of "printing souls" has surpassed human level.

The key is that Xia Gai was not aware of either the investigator system or the soul printing technology.

Among the characters who appeared, the only one who could do this was Nyarlathotep.

This twenty-five boy.

"The password is correct."
Chapter completed!