O Estúdio da Fuga

In the silent dead of night, Qian Cangyi sat before his brown computer desk, his attention fixed on the screen. Tomorrow was the weekend, and as an ordinary office worker, staying up late to celebrate was only natural.

In the next moment, four blood-red characters slowly appeared in the center of the screen:

Game Over.

Qian Cangyi stretched lazily and then exited the game.

The screen returned to the desktop.

Suddenly, a pop-up appeared in the lower right corner.

Instead of a flashy advertisement filled with pictures, it simply read:

You have received a new email.

Qian Cangyi ignored it and was about to shut down the computer when, unexpectedly, the mouse pointer began moving on its own!

It swiftly glided from the center of the screen to the pop-up in the lower right corner and clicked.

Then, a webpage with a blood-red swirling vortex background filled the entire screen.

The blood-red vortex slowly rotated, its center a black void that seemed to swallow everything.

Qian Cangyi frowned deeply in confusion:

“What is going on?”

“What’s happening?”

“Could my computer be infected?”

“That’s impossible… I just ran a virus scan yesterday.”

He reached out with his right hand to press the power button, intending to force a shutdown, but it had no effect. Trying again yielded the same result.

Ignoring Qian Cangyi’s attempts, the pointer began moving, pausing over the unread mail option before clicking. The email content appeared.

The webpage background began to change. T