Don't turn on the lights after dark
There had been no explosive news lately, nor any fraudulent publicity campaigns, so the editorial team at The Oriole's Pursuit had focused mainly on their newly released app.
They took every comment seriously. Small teams tended to be fairly efficient in the early stages of a venture.
Since this was their own app rather than a public account hosted on WeChat, apart from people posting little ads, eighty percent of those who registered right away were die-hard fans of The Oriole's Pursuit.
Figuring they might as well try, they logged into the administrator account to check the IP address Scarecrow had last logged in from.
"What's going on? This guy's still online?"
The office wasn't large, so everyone had actually heard Count's complaints. But however well they knew each other, they were still working overtime and kept up the appearance of being busy.
This time, though, Count's outburst drew everyone else's attention, and one by one they simply gathered around to take a look.
The new app didn't have much content yet. Registered users had passed three thousand within a few days, but only a few dozen were online, including Scarecrow.
Susheng Zhencheng?
"Should we look at his registration details?"
Count asked Cui Ying, then glanced at everyone else. Seeing no objections, he pulled up Scarecrow's registration details.
There were records of several personal questions and answers, along with the mobile number used to register.
"Call him and ask?"
"Do it!"
Convinced this was being responsible rather than harassing him, they dialed the number from the office landline.
But all they got was a recorded message saying the number was temporarily unavailable.
"Uh, now what?"
If they ignored it, what if something really had happened? If they followed up, they didn't seem to