A new female colleague arrived in the cubicle room, breaking the ecological balance of this male community. There was a tingling smell in the dull air, like a cumulonimbus cloud that was coming from a rainstorm that was coming from the city. Everyone tried their best to restrain themselves from looking at her, but they were a little absent-minded. Some people find themselves deliberately lowering their tone when they speak; Someone even broke a cup while making coffee. At the end of the day, A, who was sitting across from her, was a little surprised to find herself busy for an afternoon, but PPT only made two pages.
When A returned from eating, the cubicle was empty. Blood rushed to his freshly eaten stomach, making it impossible for him to concentrate. Staring at the text, datasheets, and histograms on the screen, all that comes to mind is long hair dyed light brown, big bright eyes, bright red and moist lipstick, a slightly swaying skirt, and the click of high heels hitting the ground. Thinking of this, he understood the reason for his restlessness. Throughout the afternoon, he was worried about whether the button on the tight formal outfit of the female colleague would be propped off. He leaned back, curled his legs in the chair, put his hands behind his head, and let out a long breath. "I really want to spend the night with her," he thought.
"Can arrange it for you." A voice came from behind him.
He was startled, and the chair spun with it. Struggling to stabilize, he found the office cleaner aunt standing behind him, wearing orange overalls, with mops in her hands, and the skin on her face was dark and wrinkled. Under the bleak white fluorescent light, her eyes were like two deep obsidian grains, staring closely at A's face.
"What do you say?" A found his voice a little shaky.
"New female colleague, help you arrange." Auntie's Mandarin was very standard.
"Who are you?"
"I am the devil."
"What?"
"I am the devil. It is the fallen angel Lucifer whom Milton sang, and Mephistopheles, who signed with Faust. By the way, in the video games you play a lot, you beat me to death many times, and I also gave you a lot of dark gold equipment. ”
"You're a cleaning aunt."
"I can incarnate into anything. When Napoleon attacked Moscow, I was the comet that crossed the sky. In the Atlantic, I once incarnated as a pure white sperm whale named Moby Dick. In Prague, I attached myself to a sick insurance salesman who made him feel like a beetle. ”
A was surprised. It was not that he was surprised that he had looked at the devil, but that an ordinary cleaning aunt was so familiar with literary history. But he also probably guessed his aunt's intentions.
"Auntie, in a sense, I'm also a scientist, and you're useless to me for preaching."
Auntie glanced at A, put the mop back in the bucket, straightened up, and like a thick puff of smoke coming out of the bottle, rising higher and higher, getting bigger and bigger, until the whole cubicle was almost impossible to accommodate, until A had to look up to see her face. Behind her grew a pair of huge gray-black wings, slightly flapping, and the thick smell of sulfur filled the lattice.
"Watch your attitude, scientist!" Auntie's voice turned into a low roar, like a train rumbling past her feet.
A's body was trembling, his liver and gallbladder were cracked, and his sweat was raining down. The devil folded his wings and changed back into the form of a cleaning aunt, saying, "Don't be afraid, you are not a pawn in my big game." It's just a little prank. This moral world is too serious, so serious that it is boring, let me take you to have some fun. After a slight pause, he winked at A, then said, "Remember, the most powerful weapon in the devil's hand is his sense of humor." ”
In the silence that followed, A clearly heard the sound of his own heart beating.
"Fifteen minutes later, a taxi will pass by downstairs. You get in the car, go to xx hotel on XX road, take the elevator to the 13th floor. Get out of the elevator and turn left, then go straight, the room door on the left-hand side at the end of the corridor is unlocked, and she is waiting for you inside. The aunt finished speaking, bent down, lifted the bucket, turned and left.
A was finally able to speak: "That... That's the one... When you arranged it, could you please let her wear the outfit she wore today's work. ”
"As you wish, sir." The aunt turned around, and she even bowed slightly.
That room was indeed not locked. When the door closed behind him, the light suddenly came on. The white light shone on the white bed, making A feel a burst of fascination and ecstasy, like a bullet exploding inside him.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and it was time for the cleaning aunt to leave work. Finding that the light between the cubicles was still on, she went to the door and saw a bald man with a big belly, curled up in a chair, sleeping soundly. She shook her head and turned away.
