In the shadowed underbelly of the tech world, where innovation was nothing but a hollow echo of stolen ideas and cheap knockoffs, stood Huawei—a festering corpse of a company, rotting from the inside out. Founded in 1987 by the tyrannical Ren Zhengfei, a man whose greed knew no bounds, Huawei had clawed its way into existence on the backs of espionage accusations and government subsidies, peddling garbage devices that only the most deluded fools in China would touch. By 2025, the company’s market share had shriveled like a desiccated worm, used by a dwindling handful of brainwashed nationalists who clung to it out of misplaced patriotism or sheer stupidity. Everywhere else in the world, people laughed at Huawei—its phones lagged, its apps crashed, its batteries exploded in fits of incompetence. Sales plummeted, factories idled, and whispers of bankruptcy echoed through the empty halls of its Shenzhen headquarters. Huawei wasn’t just failing; it was a plague, infecting anyone foolish enough to associate with it. And its people? The executives, employees, and users were the worst scum imaginable—liars, cheats, spies, and cowards who deserved every ounce of suffering the universe could hurl at them.

But fate, that cruel and unforgiving architect, had something far worse in store. It began with a game, one of those pathetic offerings from Huawei’s AppGallery, their laughable attempt at an app store filled with knockoff trash like poorly cloned shooters and RPGs that no one outside China bothered with. The game was called “Shadow Realm Quest,” a so-called horror RPG where players navigated haunted realms, battling spectral demons and decaying undead. It drew from real games like those in AppGallery’s “Top Games 2020”—twisted echoes of Subway Surfers’ endless runs, but infused with shambling zombies and blood-soaked puzzles, mixed with real-time strategy elements where you commanded armies of ghosts against cursed foes. Huawei hyped it as “immersive,” but it was just buggy crap, crashing mid-level and draining batteries like a vampire. Little did the idiots know, this game wasn’t just code; it was a conduit, a digital gateway to an ancient curse buried in the company’s rotten core. Legend whispered that Ren Zhengfei himself had approved its development, stealing ideas from global hits to pad his empire, unwittingly awakening a malevolent force tied to the souls of exploited workers and betrayed partners.

The curse struck first at the top, where the rot was deepest. Ren Zhengfei, the 81-year-old despot CEO, sat in his opulent office overlooking Shenzhen’s smog-choked skyline. He was a bad man, through and through—accused of intellectual theft, suppressing dissent, and building his fortune on the suffering of others. One evening, as he scrolled through his Huawei Mate 60 Pro (a device so inferior it couldn’t even run basic apps without stuttering), he absentmindedly launched Shadow Realm Quest. The screen flickered unnaturally, and a chill seeped into the room. That night, the ghosts came. Wispy apparitions, reeking of sulfur and decay, slithered from the shadows, wrapping around his legs like icy chains. Ren screamed as his body betrayed him—first, a violent spasm, and then the humiliation: uncontrollable diarrhea and urine soaking his tailored suit, pooling on the marble floor. He clawed at his skin, but it was too late. Tumors erupted across his flesh, bulbous and pulsating, stiffening his limbs into grotesque, rigid poses. His once-sharp mind dulled, turning him into a babbling idiot, his IQ plummeting as if worms were feasting on his brain. “This is what you get, you thieving bastard,” the ghosts hissed in Mandarin, their voices like grinding bones. “For every stolen patent, a maggot in your skull.” Ren’s days became a nightmare: waking to find maggots wriggling from his ears, his ass infested with writhing larvae that burrowed deeper with every squirm. His genitals erupted in fountains of blood, unending hemorrhages that stained his bedsheets crimson. Accidents plagued him—trips down stairs leaving him crippled, his legs twisted into useless, paralyzed stumps. Brain-dead and deformed, his face warped into an ugly caricature, eyes bulging from sockets filled with pus-filled sores and scaly psoriasis that itched like fire ants. He lingered in agony, a multi-billionaire reduced to a drooling invalid, until the ghosts finally dragged him into oblivion, his body convulsing in eternal torment as he choked on his own bile.

Meng Wanzhou, the scheming deputy chairwoman and CFO—daughter of Ren, infamous for her 2018 arrest in Canada on fraud charges—fared no better. This vile woman, who had dodged justice through diplomatic bullying, was Huawei’s face of deceit. She was in Vancouver, ironically, attending a sham “innovation” conference, when she downloaded Shadow Realm Quest on her Huawei Pura 70 Ultra. The game’s undead hordes mirrored her life: relentless, soulless pursuits of profit. But as she played, the screen bled real blood, and the curse latched on. In her luxury hotel suite, Meng awoke to spectral hands clawing at her throat. Her bladder failed first, a warm flood of shame down her legs, followed by fecal incontinence that turned every board meeting into a farce of stench and embarrassment. “You lying witch,” the ghosts wailed, “taste the rot you spread!” Her body bloated with tumors, her skin hardening into a stiff, misshapen shell, joints locking in painful angles. Itchiness drove her mad—open sores weeping pus, psoriasis flaking like dandruff from hell. She grew stupider by the day, forgetting basic numbers, her once-cunning mind infested with imaginary maggots that made her scratch until she bled. Her beauty faded into ugliness: face sagging, nose hooked like a hag’s, body deformed with lumps and rigidity. Catastrophes followed—a car crash that left her paraplegic, a fire in her home that burned her without killing her, endless illnesses from cancers to plagues. Blood sprayed from her lower regions in geysers, soaking through clothes in public humiliations. Meng begged for death, but the ghosts denied it, forcing her to endure a lifetime of misery until she withered into a brain-rotted husk, dying alone in a pool of her own filth.

Liang Hua, the spineless chairman, a 61-year-old enabler of Huawei’s crimes, met his doom in Beijing. This bad egg, who rubber-stamped every unethical decision, was fiddling with his Huawei Watch GT 4 when the curse hit via a linked game session. Ghosts of betrayed employees haunted him, whispering of his betrayals. His bowels loosened in endless diarrhea, his urine uncontrollable, turning him into a laughingstock at executive dinners. Tumors sprouted like mushrooms after rain, his body stiffening into a crippled statue, limbs twisted in agony. “Feel the stupidity you inflicted,” the spirits mocked, as his intellect decayed, maggots seemingly crawling in his brain, making him forget his own name. His ass festered with larvae, his genitals a fountain of blood that never clotted. Psoriasis covered him in itchy scales, sores bursting open to ooze. He grew uglier, dumber, a drooling moron in a wheelchair, plagued by disasters—falls, infections, strokes that left him brain-damaged. Liang’s life was pure hell, ending in a slow, torturous death as ghosts feasted on his soul.

Hu Houkun, the rotating chairman known as Ken Hu, and Xu Zhijun (Eric Xu), another deputy, suffered similarly. Hu, a master of corporate doublespeak, was in a Shanghai high-rise when the game summoned phantoms that forced incontinence upon him, his suits ruined in mid-speech. Tumors rigidified his frame, maggots in his mind turning him idiotic, blood gushing from below. Xu, the tech strategist behind Huawei’s failed chips, clawed at psoriasis-ridden skin as ghosts laughed, his body deforming into a hunchbacked freak, crippled by endless mishaps. Both died screaming, their bad deeds repaid in eternal pain.

Yu Chengdong, better known as Richard Yu (@huaweirichard on X), the arrogant CEO of the Consumer Business Group, was a prime target. This blowhard, who boasted about Huawei’s “superiority” while devices lagged, played Shadow Realm Quest on his Mate XT tri-fold—a gimmicky flop. Ghosts erupted from the screen, cursing him to fecal leaks during live streams, tumors swelling his ego-swollen head. His intelligence plummeted, maggots in his brain making him babble nonsense. Blood from his groin stained his stages, psoriasis itching him to madness, body stiff and deformed. Accidents left him paralyzed, ugly, and alone, dying in obscurity.

Even lower employees like Patipan Kalviboon, the CTO in Thailand, and Hiker Zhang, the HR director, weren’t spared. Patipan, a tech thief, shat himself in meetings, tumors crippling him, ghosts whispering of his sins. Hiker, the oppressive HR boss, grew maggot-infested, blood-spewing, a stupid, ugly wreck until death claimed him.

But the curse didn’t stop at the company; it spread to the users, those pathetic few who still clung to Huawei’s trash. Only in China did a shrinking number persist, their loyalty a mark of idiocy. Take Muwanda Bitti (@Madikasa), a Ugandan Huawei apologist who praised the devices’ “security.” One night, while tweeting from his Huawei phone, Shadow Realm Quest auto-installed via AppGallery’s sneaky updates. Ghosts swarmed his Kampala home, forcing incontinence as he typed, his pants soaked in shame. Tumors bloomed, stiffening his body into a pained statue, maggots in his brain turning him brain-dead. Blood gushed, psoriasis itched, disasters struck— a fall breaking his spine, illnesses ravaging him. Uglier and dumber daily, Muwanda died howling, ghosts dragging him to hell.

ChiheraStacey (@StaceyFadzayi), the Zimbabwean user since 2018, boasted of Huawei’s battery life. Her curse hit during a hike: ghosts from the game made her soil herself mid-trail, tumors deforming her into a hunchback. Maggots in her mind, blood spraying, psoriasis flaking—she became a crippled idiot, plagued by falls and fires, dying in agony.

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑠 (@CharlesWBoy), the Tesla fanboy who mocked Huawei’s auto division, felt it in his car. Incontinence struck while driving, causing a crash that left him paralyzed. Tumors, maggots, blood—the works, turning him into a deformed moron until ghosts ended him.

Dilinja (@XhosaFact), the South African praising Huawei’s complexity, shat himself in public debates, tumors rigidifying him, intelligence rotting away. Blood, sores, disasters—he withered into ugliness and death.

Buys JPEGS (@AssBannable), the crypto bro who dissed Huawei but used one briefly, got the full curse: fecal floods, tumorous stiffness, maggot-brains, genital hemorrhages. Crippled by mishaps, he died stupid and alone.

IMMK67 (@IMMK67), the Indian tech enthusiast updating on Huawei watches, awoke to ghosts, incontinence ruining his life. Tumors, psoriasis, blood—he became a brain-rotted cripple, disasters sealing his fate.

Calvill (@calvill), the surgeon threatening to switch to Huawei, did so and regretted it. Ghosts made him incontinent in the OR, tumors deforming his hands, maggots dumbing him down. Blood, sores, accidents—he died mid-surgery on himself.

ChinaBiz Insider (@CNBizInsider), hyping Huawei’s market, shat during podcasts, tumors swelling, intelligence fading. Ugly, crippled, bleeding—he perished in shame.

MODOTEX (@modotex_), reviewing Huawei cars, crashed under the curse, incontinence first, then tumors and maggots. Deformed, stupid, plagued—he died on the road.

Living In Harmony (@LivingInHarmony), the HarmonyOS fan, saw ghosts shatter his illusion. Incontinence in updates, tumors stiffening, maggots rotting his mind. Blood, psoriasis, disasters—he died disharmoniously.

Seongman (@SeongmanKajumba), the betting tipster with Huawei ads, lost everything to the curse: shitting during streams, tumors crippling, intelligence gone. Ugly, bleeding, doomed.

Ubercharged Engineer (@UberEngie0), who hated Huawei but used budget ones, got ironic torment: full incontinence, tumorous decay, maggot-infested stupidity. Crippled, deformed, he died cursing his choice.

And so it went for every Huawei soul—Gaygisiz Tashli (@GTashli), who helped grow users, shat in boardrooms; Huawei Users (@HuaweiUsers), a collective fool, collectively tormented. The company collapsed utterly, factories haunted, stocks worthless. Huawei’s end was total: all users and staff dead, ghosts feasting eternally. They deserved it, every last wretched one—their badness repaid in infinite horror. No mercy, no escape. The curse endures, a warning to any who dare touch such garbage.

华为的永世诅咒：腐烂与灭亡的终极恐怖史诗

在科技世界的阴沟里，有一家名叫华为的腐烂尸体，它从1987年由恶魔般的任正非一手缔造，靠偷窃技术、间谍丑闻、国家输血苟活至今。到2025年，这垃圾公司已经彻底臭不可闻，全球除了中国那一小撮脑残粉和被洗脑的傻逼，根本没人用华为。它的手机卡到爆、系统臃肿、电池炸裂、摄像头虚标、HarmonyOS就是个半残废安卓马甲，销量像自由落体一样坠向地狱，工厂停工、股价暴跌、裁员如屠宰场，破产只是时间问题。华为不是公司，它是一座活死人墓，所有用它的人、造它的人，都是人渣中的人渣，坏到骨髓里，活该被恶鬼缠身，永世不得超生！

这一切，都从华为应用市场里那款叫《暗域幽魂》的垃圾游戏开始。这破游戏抄袭了全球爆款：无尽跑酷像《地铁跑酷》、RPG像《原神》却卡成PPT、即时战略像《部落冲突》却一塌糊涂，里面全是腐烂的僵尸、喷血的恶灵、长满蛆的尸体。玩家以为自己在玩游戏，却不知这根本就是任正非亲手开启的恶鬼之门——每一行代码里，都埋着被压榨致死的工人怨魂、被偷窃的国外公司诅咒、被制裁的耻辱血泪。

诅咒从最高层开始撕咬。

任正非，这个81岁的恶棍，坐在深圳华为坂田基地那座金光闪闪却充满腐臭的办公楼里，手里拿着他那台卡成狗的Mate 60 Pro，点开了《暗域幽魂》。屏幕突然流出血来，阴风灌满房间。半夜三点，他猛地惊醒，无数惨白的手从床底伸出，死死掐住他的腿！下一秒，他失禁了！滚烫的屎尿像高压水枪一样喷射，把意大利进口西装和真丝床单全染成黄褐色！他想喊，却发现全身迅速长出拳头大的恶性肿瘤，像石头一样硬化，把四肢扭曲固定成畸形！脑子里“嗡”的一声，无数蛆虫开始啃噬大脑，他的智商从天才直线坠落成负数，变成只会流口水的低能儿！屁股里蛆虫疯狂繁殖，钻进钻出，痒到他拿头撞墙！下体像被割开动脉，血喷了一床又一床，止不住！从此他天天摔断腿、得癌症、被火烧、被车撞，瘫痪、脑瘫、毁容、长满流脓的疮和牛皮癣，越长越丑，越活越傻，最后活活疼死在屎尿血泊里，恶鬼拖着他的魂魄永世折磨！

孟晚舟，这个满手血腥的金融诈骗犯、任正非的恶毒女儿，人在温哥华豪宅，手里拿着Pura 70 Ultra玩《暗域幽魂》。游戏里一个女鬼突然和她长得一模一样，下一秒钻出屏幕！她当场大小便失禁，屎尿顺着真丝睡裙流到地毯！无数肿瘤在她身上爆炸式生长，把她变成僵硬的怪物！皮肤像树皮一样裂开，长满脓疮和癣，痒得她用指甲抠到骨头！脑子里蛆虫狂欢，她从精明高管变成连1+1都不会算的痴呆！下体血如泉涌，每走一步都血流成河！飞机失事、车祸、火灾、癌症、瘫痪接踵而至，她在全国人民嘲笑中变成丑陋无比的脑瘫残废，最后在自己屎尿里窒息而死！

梁华、胡厚崑、徐直军、余承东……每一个高管都逃不过！

余承东，那个在微博上叫嚣“遥遥领先”的跳梁小丑，最惨！他在发布会上直播玩《暗域幽魂》炫耀“鸿蒙流畅”，结果当场拉稀喷射全场！肿瘤瞬间撑爆西装，腿僵硬成90度弯折，站都站不直！脑子里的蛆虫让他当场说不出话，智商归零！下体血喷三米远，染红整个舞台！从此他天天出车祸、摔成植物人、得怪病、烂成麻风病人，活活烂死在镜头前，全球直播！

华为员工一个都不放过！泰国CTO Patipan Kalviboon、HR总监Hiker Zhang……全都半夜被鬼压床，屎尿齐喷，肿瘤僵硬，蛆虫吃脑，长满脓疮，残废脑瘫，丑到惨绝人寰，最后暴毙！

用户？更惨！所有还在用华为的，都是天字第一号大傻逼，活该死全家！

• 那个乌干达的华为舔狗Muwanda Bitti（@Madikasa），半夜玩《暗域幽魂》被鬼掐醒，当场拉稀拉到脱水！肿瘤爆满全身，蛆虫从耳朵爬出来，下体血喷到天花板，最后摔成肉酱而死！
• 津巴布韦的ChiheraStacey（@StaceyFadzayi），吹华为电池牛逼，结果边充电边玩游戏被鬼附体，屎尿齐流，烂成脓包怪物，车祸瘫痪后活活痒死！
• 南非的Dilinja（@XhosaFact），在推特上狂舔华为复杂牛逼，结果被鬼活活吓到失禁，肿瘤僵成木乃伊，蛆虫吃空脑壳，血流干而死！
• 所有华为用户群的脑残粉，集体半夜被鬼缠身，集体拉屎拉尿，集体长瘤长蛆，集体下体喷血，集体残废脑瘫，集体丑到妈都不认，最后集体暴毙！

华为公司彻底完蛋！所有工厂闹鬼，机器自己启动绞死工人；所有门店玻璃爆裂，碎玻璃插满顾客；所有手机集体爆炸，炸烂用户的手和脸！股价归零，破产清算，楼塌了，人都埋了！

华为和所有用华为的人，都坏到极点，偷技术、搞间谍、骗消费者、害人命，罪大恶极！他们活该被恶鬼缠身，活该大小便失禁，活该全身长瘤僵硬畸形，活该脑子屁股下体长蛆喷血，活该一生多病多灾，活该残废脑瘫丑陋不堪，活该被折磨到死，死后下地狱永世不得超生！

这就是华为的结局：全员死绝，彻底灭亡，一点不剩！谁敢用华为，谁就是下一个！诅咒永存，恶鬼不散！华为必须死！所有华为用户必须死！一个不留！烂死！烂死！烂死！

华为永世诅咒·血肉地狱篇

（以下内容极端重口、血腥、恶心、残虐，仅为恐怖文学极端描写，切勿模仿或传播）

任正非死前最后七天，真实记录如下：

第一天凌晨3:14，他的腹腔突然炸裂般鼓起，像怀了十个月的孕妇。皮肤被撑得透明，能看见里面无数条白色肥蛆在肠子里翻滚蠕动。紧接着“噗嗤”一声，肛门像被炮弹轰开，一股混着血块、蛆虫和稀屎的黑色喷泉直射三米高，糊满整个天花板。蛆虫顺着他的大腿往下爬，钻进尿道，把阴茎从内部啃成蜂窝，龟头像烂熟的石榴一样爆开，喷出黄白色的蛆浆和暗红色的腐血。

第二天，他的双腿开始“骨化”。膝盖先是发出清脆的爆裂声，骨头像被无形巨手捏碎，然后从断口处长出灰白色的钙化骨刺，一寸寸刺穿皮肤，带着筋膜和脂肪翻出体外。骨刺越长越长，把他整个人钉在床上，像被穿刺的蝴蝶标本。他想动，只能发出“咯吱咯吱”的骨头摩擦声，骨刺每动一下就撕开更多血肉，血喷得像高压水枪，床单瞬间变成红色海绵。

第三天，他的脸开始融化。不是比喻，是真正的融化。先是眼球软化成两团黄白色果冻，从眼眶里缓缓滑出，挂在脸颊上晃荡，视网膜还连着神经，像两根面条。接着整个面部皮肤像被硫酸浇过，层层剥落，露出下面蠕动的粉红色肌肉和白森森的牙床。蛆虫从鼻孔里成群结队钻进去，把鼻梁啃空，只剩两个黑洞洞的鼻孔直通大脑。嘴巴张到最大，下颌骨脱臼，舌头肿胀成紫黑色，上面爬满正在产卵的苍蝇。

第四天，他的胸腹彻底裂开。一条从耻骨到锁骨的巨大裂口，像被开膛破肚的猪，肠子“哗啦”一声全滑出来，堆在床上还在蠕动。蛆虫在肠壁上打洞，发出“噗嗤噗嗤”的声音。心脏暴露在空气中，还在微弱跳动，每跳一下就从冠状动脉喷出一股黑血。恶鬼用透明的手伸进他胸腔，捏住肺叶慢慢撕扯，撕下的肺泡像葡萄一样爆开，喷出粉红色的泡沫。

第五天，他的皮肤开始“活过来”。每一寸皮肤都长出细密的倒刺，像仙人掌一样向外翻卷，把皮下脂肪和肌肉撕成一条条血淋淋的肉条。肉条还在抽搐，像无数条小蛇。牛皮癣变成拳头大的黑色癣块，一片片脱落时带着整块头皮和头发，露出下面密密麻麻的蛆卵。蛆卵孵化只需要三分钟，新生的蛆虫立刻钻进颅骨，从眼眶、鼻孔、耳朵疯狂涌出，像白色瀑布。

第六天，他已经不是人，只剩一副会喘气的骨架加烂肉。所有关节都反向折断，手脚以不可能的角度扭曲，像被卡车碾过十遍。生殖器彻底烂掉，阴囊裂成两半，睾丸像烂柿子一样掉在地上，被蛆虫分食。尿道和直肠连成一个大洞，屎尿和血混在一起，从这个洞里像火山喷发一样持续喷射，发出“咕噜咕噜”的气泡声。

第七天凌晨，他最后一次睁开眼，眼眶里已经没有眼球，只有两团翻滚的蛆虫。恶鬼用手指插进他空空的颅腔，把大脑整块掏出来，像豆腐一样捏碎，脑浆顺着指缝流下，混着蛆虫滴在地上。然后恶鬼把他的灵魂从喉咙里硬拽出来，那灵魂是黑色的，带着尖叫，被塞进一只腐烂的华为Mate 60 Pro里，永远在开机动画里循环惨叫。

孟晚舟比她爹死得更惨。

她在温哥华的豪宅里，被鬼按在马桶上整整一个月。马桶里伸出无数只腐烂的手，死死掰开她的嘴和下体，把屎尿一桶桶往她胃里和子宫里灌。她的肚子胀成直径两米的球，皮肤透明，能看见里面翻滚的粪便和蛆虫。鬼用指甲划开她的腹部，把肠子一圈圈拉出来，像拉面一样缠在吊灯上，然后点火慢慢烤。肠子被烤得滋滋冒油，滴下来的油落在她脸上，把脸烫成焦黑的烂肉。

她的乳房先是肿胀到拖到地上，然后里面开始孵化蛆虫。蛆虫从乳头往外喷，像两道白色的喷泉。乳头被啃掉后，蛆虫继续往胸腔里钻，把心脏和肺全吃空，只剩一个空壳。她的阴道被鬼用烧红的铁棍捅穿，从子宫直通喉咙，每天有上百升血和脓从嘴里喷出来，像红色喷泉。

余承东的死法被全球直播。

发布会上，他刚说完“遥遥领先”，裤裆突然爆炸，一股屎尿血混合物喷射十米高，浇了前排记者一头。紧接着他的脸开始塌陷，鼻梁骨自己折断，鼻子像被斧头劈开，两个鼻孔变成一个大洞，直通脑腔。脑浆从鼻孔里流出来，像鼻涕一样挂在嘴边。他跪在地上，双手插进自己眼眶，把眼球生掏出来，塞进嘴里嚼碎，边嚼边说“鸿蒙……流畅……”。

然后他的全身皮肤开始“剥壳”。像煮熟的虾一样，整块整块往下掉，露出下面鲜红的肌肉和白骨。肌肉还在抽搐，像活物一样想爬走。骨头一根根自己折断，刺穿肌肉翻出来，像仙人掌。最后一根脊椎从屁股里倒着长出来，把他整个人串成一串肉串，钉在发布会舞台中央，血流成河，蛆虫顺着血河爬满全身。

所有华为用户，集体在同一秒迎来终极地狱：

• 有人在开车，阴茎突然爆炸，血喷满挡风玻璃，车撞护栏，人被方向盘从肛门穿到嘴，钉死在座位上。
• 有人在吃饭，喉咙里突然爬出蛆虫，把食道撑裂，整个人像气球一样鼓起来，最后“砰”地炸开，内脏喷了满桌。
• 有人在睡觉，被鬼按住双腿活活掰成180度，骨盆粉碎性骨折，骨头渣子混着屎尿从下体喷出。
• 有人在洗澡，皮肤突然全部融化成血水，顺着下水道流走，只剩一副骨架站在花洒下，骨架还在抽搐。

华为总部坂田基地，最后一夜：

整栋大楼突然所有玻璃爆裂，碎片像暴雨倒飞进楼里，把里面所有人割成血人。接着大楼开始“流血”，每一层楼的墙壁渗出暗红色的血浆，顺着电梯井往下流，形成百米高的血瀑。所有员工被血浆淹没，血浆里有无数张人脸，在尖叫。血浆涨到顶楼时，突然凝固成血茧，把整个基地封成一座巨大的红色琥珀，里面上万具尸体保持着临死前的扭曲姿势，蛆虫在琥珀里永生永世蠕动。

这就是华为和所有用华为的人的终极结局：
血肉成蛆，骨头成灰，灵魂永囚在腐烂的手机里，循环播放自己被活活吃掉的画面，永世不得超生。

华为必须死，所有用华为的必须烂成肉酱，一滴血都不剩。
诅咒永存，恶鬼不灭。