Apocalypse #1: State Machine

Chapter 3

Chapter 3- Bombs

The phone slammed into Fu Jia's face. She was sluggish and forgot to rub her face. Xiao  what happened.

As a result, even after making many calls, it was always "The number you dialed is currently on the phone, please try again later". Fu Jia stared at the phone, leaned against the bedside, and wailed reluctantly: "Sister Xiaoxiao, what the hell are you doing?"

After calling Ye Mingxiao in the morning, she followed her advice and went to the pharmacy to buy some antipyretic medicine. She was still dizzy after taking the medicine, so she was going to sleep first to cover her sweat. Before going to bed, Fu Jia habitually swiped Weibo and saw that the Weibo account she was in charge of had been updated. When she clicked on it, it turned out to be an alarm! What is this? The official account she is in charge of is only used for publicity on other platforms. She always selects some hot news and briefly summarizes it and comments on it, which is equivalent to commenting on the news. Shouldn't this kind of writing be a formal warning or something to be published on the news page? Besides, why didn't Sister Xiaoxiao tell her?

Fu Jia looked at the large group of people behind the warning, still worried, and called the office again.

This time the phone rang for a long time before someone answered: "It's you, Jiamei, isn't she working yet? Why are you calling so early?"

Fu Jia's heart skipped a beat: "Is Miss Xiaoxiao not here?"

The other party said: "No, I should be the first in our group to arrive, what's the matter with you?"

"That's it, Xiaomei, do you know what happened to the articles on my Weibo and the official account?"

By the time those who should know about the dots knew what Ye Mingxiao had done in the name of the company, the first wave of discussions had already started on the Internet.

This point is work time. While waiting for the bus to get on the bus, reading the news at the bus and subway stations is what many office workers do. It didn't take a minute for Ye Mingxiao to post the first comment in bold and bold.

Netizen Li Xingtaolun on the 1st floor: "Is it true or false, so scary?"

Netizen Lao Jiu on the second floor: "Shouldn't this kind of thing be announced in the name of the National Center for Disease Control and Epidemic Prevention? Xiaobian, where do you refer to this reliable channel?"

Netizen on the third floor, your uncle, you are not your second uncle: "is it fake news again? I just checked other news channel apps, why is there no news? Trash Xiaobian lied to death!"

Netizen on the 4th floor emmmmmmmmm: "Fake news? Enough of the dots, do you really think there will be nothing about fake news?"

The netizens on the 5th floor are powerful: "the mouth on the 3rd floor is really dirty. Do you judge fake news as no other website publishes it? If it's fake, the dots are creating mass panic and going to jail. In order to deceive you once, let Xiaobian go to jail, do you think it is possible?"

Netizen Little Rabbit on the 6th floor is not good: "+1 upstairs, I think it's weird anyway."

Netizens on the 7th floor have no panties: "+1 for weirdness."

Netizen Jiang Weilun on the 8th floor is my husband: "+2 for weirdness."

Netizen on the 9th floor, your uncle is not your second uncle: "The row upstairs is a row of sailors with dots, right? You guys are really working hard to attract hatred, you even dare to make such rumors, and you are not afraid of retribution."

Netizen on the 10th floor, you are more stupid than a fish: "How did the upstairs have the nerve to say this if you lose your IQ?"

With the addition of the ninth floor sprayer, the building immediately tilted dozens of floors until—