Ah Q feels like there's no player unluckier than himself.
Looking at the familiar face in the mirror, Ah Q adjusted his white work clothes and sighed softly.
"Off work, huh, Ah Q."
The NPC next to him gave him a knowing look. Perhaps it was just a figment of his imagination, but he detected a trace of mockery on the neurotic face.
"Let me ask you a question: if going to work is like going to the grave, then what is getting off work?"
The NPC colleague thought for a moment and uncertainly said, "Burial?"
"Bingo, you got it right. For us, getting off work is like committing suicide."
The colleague wanted to say more, but Ah Q was not interested in the conversation anymore and directly pushed open the restroom door.
"Hey, you haven't changed out of your work clothes yet."
"Heh."
Walking through the long metal corridor, one could hear the noise of mechanical manufacturing from time to time.
