Weird live broadcast: I can deduce infinitely

(The window mannequin looks up at you.)

(You lean warily against the wall, keeping your distance from the model.)

(The model ignores you, he lowers his head slowly.)

(You: Hello, what's your name?)

(You try to communicate with the model.)

(The model didn't speak, he slowly raised his chin, and actually opened a big mouth, he pointed his finger at his mouth, making a creaking sound.)

(You do not respond.)

(The model lowers its head again and enters a state of inertness.)

(You guess the model might need something to eat, and you search the pantry and find some sugar cubes.)

(You hand the sugar cube to the model, who ignores you.)

(You pop sugar cubes in your mouth for energy.)

(You leave the pantry.)

(A window mannequin throws a chair at you, and you roll away.)

(The model quickly catches up, and the chair stops an inch above your head.)

(Now, the efficiency of the actions of the models has increased, and you need to solve the puzzles of the office as soon as possible.)

(You quicken your pace, dodging the model.)

(The office has been fully explored, you have come to the back door of the company, you opened the door and saw the smoking room.)

(The smoking room smelled of cigarettes, butts and ashes all over the floor.)

(There is a hill of cigarette packs in the corner, behind which is a fire door.)

(You walk up to Cigarette Box Hill.)

(The whole body of the cigarette pack is red, with a picture of a patient suffering from oral cancer painted on the front, and three words written on the back of the cigarette.)

(“The coffin nails.”)

(You think that's a really nice metaphor.)

(You start digging up the mountain of cigarette boxes.)

(Suddenly, an arm emerges from the mountain of cigarette packs and grabs your wrist.)

(Sweating profusely, you struggle to break free, only to pull out a window model.)

(Two chunks of the model's chest have been dug out. What's missing is the shape of the lungs. The model has no lower body, so you can drag him out of the mountain of cigarette boxes.)

(You pull out your Swiss Army knife and pry the model's hand away.)

(You regain your freedom and crawl out from under the model.)

(You look at the missing part of the model's chest. It turns out that it was not deliberately dug out, but designed so that he should still have two lung lobes to fit in.)

(You look again in the mountain of cigarette boxes.)

(You found two lobes, but it turned out they were real, not models.)

(Suppressing nausea, you put two lung lobes into the model's chest.)

(The model opens her mouth, relieved.)

(He spreads his hands and lies on the ground, laughing.)

(You feel irritable.)

(You use psychic suggestions to yourself to ward off this mental pollution.)

(You walk up to the model, and you notice that the two lung lobes are gradually turning into plastic, until finally they become a charred black mass, and the model completely loses its vitality and closes its mouth.)

(Model releases her clenched left fist.)

(You found a note in Left Fist.)

(You spread out the note and find a big pie drawn on it with a ballpoint pen.)

(You are silent for a moment, then return to the tea room with the note.)

(You stuff the pancake into the pantry mannequin's hand.)

(The look on the model's face becomes more exaggerated, and he starts yelling with glee.)

(He gets up from the corner and sprints back to his station.)

(The other models in the office were all focused on him, too.)

(You follow him to the station.)

(The model picked up the phone on the table, tied the microphone to the ear with tape, held the air in one hand to write and draw on the folder, and pressed the number on the keyboard with the other.)

(You hear phones ringing throughout the company.)

(All the models in the office put down the things in their hands, returned to their respective posts, and answered the phone almost at the same time.)

(They raise their heads in unison and speak in unison.)

(Models: Hello, Mr. Gu, I am the customer service staff of ** Insurance. The last time I talked to you on the phone, my name is Xiao Liu. May I ask how you are thinking now? We happen to be engaged in an event now, and I have already I left a preferential quota for you? I wonder if you can come to our business hall to have a look?)

(Same words, repeated in your ear.)

(You break out in a cold sweat.)

(Your mental hints are going nowhere.)

(You find your arm turned into plastic.)

(You become a children's clothing model.)

(you are dead.)

(The deduction is over!)

"Uh……"

Gu Yi opened his eyes.

This time, he obtained enough information, but the method of customs clearance seems to be open to question.

"The pie of the tuberculosis ghost model cannot be directly given to the tea room model. If I guess correctly, the tea room model and the general manager model are the protagonists in this scene..."

Gu Yi rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

He needs to start over from the smoking room.

(The backtracking deduction begins!)

(You are standing in the smoking room.)

(You got the "Painting Pie" from the consumptive ghost model.)

(You think for a moment.)

(Letting the models in the tea room to eat "painting cakes" will make all the employees bloody and start working uncontrollably at the same time, which will make you suffer from mental infection and thus fail to pass the level.)

(You would venture to assume that the pantry mannequin and the hospital mummy represent the same person.)

(The little mummy was "cured" of innocence, graduated from school, and entered the company.)

(He managed to find the job, but his daily work consisted of making phone calls.)

(You can’t find a second department other than TMK in the entire office, which shows that he is the so-called “reserve cadre”, and his job content and treatment are exactly the same as TMK.)

(You put the "big pie painting" away in your arms, avoid those crazy models, and go straight to the boss's office.)

(You found the drawing paper, charcoal, and malleable eraser under the boss's desk.)

(You hear footsteps behind you.)

(The female model came over with a gun and handed the questionnaire to you.)

(You take the questionnaire and answer it with the ballpoint pen on your boss's desk.)

(May I ask what position the company is recruiting for? Answer: Telemarketing Specialist.)

(Excuse me, what is the job content? Answer: Call and visit customers and sell insurance products.)

(May I ask what the salary is for the job? Answer: The basic salary is [-] yuan, the full attendance is [-] yuan, plus various commissions and performance, no more than [-] yuan.)

(May I ask what are the requirements for the job? Answer: Just an individual.)

(You return the questionnaire to the female model.)

(The female model puts away the test paper and enters an inert state.)

(You look back at the general manager model, he also puts down the machete and resumes smiling.)

(You take the paper, pen and eraser, leave the general manager's office, and go straight to the pantry.)