The Social Terrorism Apartment Survival Guide ‌

At 1:17 a.m., the man in the dinosaur pajamas appeared in the 19th floor hallway for the ninth time.

He squirms against the wall, cradling a blue-emitting metal box in his arms, spraying the air behind him with alcohol spray every five seconds. An AI patrol robot at the elevator's entrance raises its arm. "Please show me your night permit."

The man froze in place.

Ten seconds later, the robot suddenly began to play "Great Compassion Mantra", and the display screen popped up a warm reminder: "The heart rate of the resident has been detected 128 times/minute, and you have ordered a quick rescue pill, the rider is expected to scold the side in three minutes."

At the moment, the rider Kobayashi is stuck in the apartment ventilation duct.

Five minutes earlier, when he was delivering pad fried rice to room 2105, the customer inside screamed, "Don't move! You have my psychological safety zone under your feet!" Xiao Lin looked down and found a circle of fluorescent tape attached to the threshold, next to which was written "Chu River Han Boundary" in official script.

"Your takeaway..."

"Put it on the boundary stone! Take seven steps back! I want to pick it up by drone!"

When Kobaylin counted the sixth step, the ceiling suddenly collapsed - the girl in the green blanket poked her head out of the air vent, still holding a half-cut Wi-Fi cable in her hand: "2201 programmers are offering a reward of $500 to anyone who murders his smart speaker on the forum!" That thing always plays Love Sale in the wee hours..."

The falling Kobayashi crushed the "boundary monument".

The door broke out in a whine like a groundhog: "It's all over! My boundary! My sterile fortress!" Then there was the sound of heavy dragging, and the customer blocked the door with a closet. The green carpet girl took the opportunity to plug a leaflet into the door: "Professional noisy service, scolding Party A/ex-boyfriend/Pinduo customer service, gas to the other side to shield you within half an hour, including after-sales!"

That's when the alarm went off.

Electronic locks throughout the building simultaneously popped up a warning: "Illegal intruder detected on 19th floor - moving object wearing dinosaur pajamas, suspected to be carrying alien weapons." Xiao Lin looked at the surveillance picture of the man being hunted by the robot, and suddenly recognized the metal box in his arms - it was clearly the newly developed "social terror special takeout cabinet" of his company, and the box was also printed with the slogan: "Let AI say thank you for you!"

'It's not an intruder! Xiao Lin kicked open the glass of the fire hydrant and pressed the main gate, "He bought 100 anonymous praise cards last month, and the note said," If the rider is a human, please hang the milk tea on the willow tree outside the window, I will use the clothes drying pole to hook!"

When the whole building lost power, the dinosaur pajama man finally rushed to the door of room 2201.

The box popped open to reveal 32 cups of milk tea with different fake names. The man shivered and opened the forum live: "Brothers, the programmer brother was driven crazy by Party A in the third week, the anonymous feeding plan of the building was launched, please claim your code milk tea - such as this cup called" delete library to run "pearl coconut, sugar is equal to the concentration of swear words..."

In the darkness, a dozen doors slid open.

Someone throws a glowing yo-yo to hook away milk tea, someone unleashes a robot vacuum cleaner tied to a magnet, and a girl in a green blanket sets up a laser projection in a ventilation pipe to write eight bright letters on the wall:

‌ "If I don't starve, I lose"