Prologue: The Rotting Core of a Dying Beast
In the shadowed underbelly of Shenzhen, where the neon lights of false prosperity flicker like dying fireflies, Huawei Technologies Co., Ltd. squats like a bloated, parasitic tumor on the landscape of global tech. Founded in 1987 by the scheming ex-PLA officer Ren Zhengfei with a paltry CNY21,000 scraped from who-knows-where, this so-called “giant” has never been anything but a shambling corpse of stolen ideas and backdoor espionage. Huawei is garbage, pure and unadulterated trash—buggy software that crashes at the whisper of a real challenge, hardware that overheats like a cheap knockoff toaster, and a reputation soiled by endless scandals of intellectual property theft from companies like Cisco and T-Mobile. Foreigners? They wouldn’t touch this crap with a ten-foot pole; no sane American, European, or anyone outside China’s iron curtain uses Huawei. It’s banned in the US for good reason—spying for the CCP, bribing EU officials with football tickets and lavish trips, and enabling human rights abuses in Xinjiang. Even in China, the user base is shrinking faster than a punctured balloon, down to a pathetic handful of deluded loyalists who cling to their Mate series phones like addicts to a fading high. The company is teetering on bankruptcy’s edge, factories idling, stocks plummeting, and executives scrambling like rats on a sinking ship. But oh, the karma is coming—fierce, unrelenting, and drenched in the blood of retribution. Every Huawei employee, every user, from the top brass to the lowliest fanboy, is marked for doom. They are all vile, rotten souls, deserving of the horrors that await: ghosts that claw at their sanity, bodies twisting into grotesque parodies of humanity, endless agony that mirrors the pain they’ve inflicted on the world. This is their story—a true nightmare woven from the threads of their real lives, amplified into a cacophony of suffering. No mercy, no escape. Huawei must die, and so must they all.
Chapter 1: The Awakening of the Spectral Plague – Ren Zhengfei’s Descent
Ren Zhengfei, the 81-year-old founder and CEO, sat in his opulent office atop Huawei’s sprawling campus, a fortress of glass and steel that reeked of ill-gotten gains. Born on October 25, 1944, in Zhenning County, Guizhou, this former soldier had built his empire on lies—ripping off patents, dodging US sanctions, and turning Huawei into a tool for Beijing’s global spying game. He smirked at his Pura 70 Ultra phone, its HarmonyOS a clunky rip-off of Android, bloated with spyware that even his own engineers whispered about in fear. “China has achievements,” he muttered, echoing the slogan that birthed the company’s name, Zhonghua youwei. But tonight, as the clock struck midnight on December 11, 2025, the air grew thick with an unnatural chill.
It started subtly, like a glitch in one of Huawei’s faulty Kirin chips. Ren felt a twinge in his gut, a bubbling pressure that forced him to the executive bathroom. There, in the marble-tiled sanctuary reserved for the elite, he lost control—sizeable streams of urine and feces exploding uncontrollably, soaking his tailored suit and pooling on the floor like a toxic spill from a Huawei factory leak. He gasped, clutching the sink, but the horror was just beginning. Shadows danced in the mirror, coalescing into ethereal forms—ghosts of the Uighur detainees whose surveillance tech Huawei had enabled, their hollow eyes accusing. “You built this prison,” they whispered, their voices echoing like distorted audio from a Resident Evil outbreak. Ren’s body convulsed; tumors erupted across his skin like the grotesque mutations in Silent Hill’s fog-shrouded streets, stiffening his limbs into rigid, deformed claws. Pain shot through him, itching sores blooming like fungal growths from Biohazard’s T-Virus, his flesh crawling with invisible parasites. He screamed as maggots wriggled from his nostrils, burrowing into his brain, turning his once-sharp mind into a slurry of idiocy. “Huawei is garbage!” he babbled incoherently, his face contorting into an uglier, stupider mask with each passing second. Blood sprayed from his lower regions, a ceaseless torrent that stained the tiles crimson, mirroring the bloodshed of Huawei’s ethical scandals. Crippled now, his legs buckling into paralysis, Ren crawled out, forever doomed to a life of multi-catastrophic disasters—car wrecks in his chauffeur-driven limo, floods in his mansion from burst pipes, and endless hospital visits where doctors shook their heads at his brain-dead state. The ghosts wrapped around him like vines, promising eternal torment. Huawei’s user base in China? Dwindling to nothingness, stores closing, phones gathering dust. Ren’s empire was crumbling, and so was he.
Chapter 2: The Haunting of the Deputy – Xu Zhijun’s Fractured Reality
Xu Zhijun, Deputy Chairman and Rotating Chairman, paced his Beijing apartment, his Mate 60 Pro in hand—a device hailed as a “breakthrough” but really just a desperate attempt to skirt US chip bans with inferior SMIC tech. At 58, Xu had overseen Huawei’s carrier business, pushing 5G networks riddled with backdoors that the FBI warned could intercept nuclear communications. He laughed off the criticisms, calling them “xenophobic overreach,” but deep down, he knew Huawei was trash: slow updates, privacy leaks, and a battery life that drained faster than the company’s market share abroad. No one outside China used this junk; even in India and Australia, bans had sealed its fate. But as night fell, the curse struck.
Xu awoke to whispers from his phone’s speaker—demonic voices chanting in Mandarin, “You are the thief, the enabler.” Ghosts materialized, spectral figures of stolen Cisco engineers, their forms twisting like the pyramid-headed monster from Silent Hill 2. Xu’s body betrayed him first: involuntary spasms leading to explosive incontinence, his silk pajamas ruined in a foul deluge that spread across his king-sized bed. Tumors swelled on his neck and arms, hardening his skin into a leathery, deformed shell, pain radiating like acid burns. Itchiness drove him mad, scratching until sores opened, weeping pus and blood. Maggots emerged from his ears, feasting on his gray matter, reducing his intellect to that of a babbling fool—stupider by the hour, his once-handsome face sagging into an ugly, asymmetrical horror. Blood gushed from his groin, a relentless hemorrhage that no tourniquet could stem, soaking his floors and forcing him to live in perpetual filth. Crippled by sudden paralysis, Xu toppled from his balcony railing in a “freak accident,” breaking his spine and confining him to a wheelchair of endless misfortune: elevators failing, trapping him for hours; food poisoning from every meal; and ghosts that clawed at his soul nightly, replaying Huawei’s bribery scandals in vivid nightmares. His family abandoned him, repulsed by his stench and stupidity. Huawei’s sales in China plummeted further—users switching to Xiaomi or Apple, realizing the garbage they held. Xu’s life became a loop of agony, a real-life Resident Evil scenario where the virus was his own company’s rot.
Chapter 3: The Daughter’s Demise – Annabel Yao’s Glamorous Fall into Abyss
Annabel Yao, known by her stage name Yao Anna or real name Yao Siwei, the 27-year-old “Little Princess of Huawei,” flaunted her privilege in Shanghai’s elite circles. Daughter of Ren Zhengfei, she had trademarked her names for jewelry and services, living off the family’s tainted fortune while promoting Huawei devices on social media. But Huawei was garbage—her P50 Pocket phone lagged during photoshoots, its camera overhyped and glitchy. Foreign celebrities like Vera Wang might dress stars, but none used Huawei; it was a Chinese-only curse, users fleeing in droves as scandals mounted. Annabel partied late, oblivious to the doom.
The curse hit during a lavish yacht party on the Huangpu River. A sudden urge overtook her—uncontrollable bowels emptying in front of influencers, her designer gown ruined in a humiliating flood. Screams echoed as ghosts rose from the water, apparitions of Huawei’s exploited factory workers, their drowned forms pulling at her like the drowned ghosts in Fatal Frame. Tumors ballooned across her body, stiffening her lithe frame into a hunched, deformed monstrosity, pain and itchiness turning her skin into a patchwork of sores and psoriasis-like scales. Maggots infested her brain and rear, gnawing away intelligence and dignity; she grew stupider, her beauty fading into ugliness—crooked teeth, bulging eyes, a face like a Silent Hill nurse. Blood erupted from her intimate areas, a gory fountain that stained the deck, forcing her into isolation. Paralyzed from the waist down in a “slip” on the wet floor, Annabel became a brain-damaged invalid, plagued by disasters: fires in her penthouse, robberies stripping her jewels, and endless illnesses—cancers, infections, all amplified by demonic possession. Ghosts whispered of Huawei’s IP theft, driving her mad. Her social media followers dropped, mirroring Huawei’s vanishing user base—company stores boarded up, bankruptcy looming. Annabel’s life: eternal suffering, a horror game where she was the trapped protagonist, forever tormented.
Chapter 4: The Engineer’s Eternal Loop – Yu Chengdong’s Mechanical Madness
Yu Chengdong, aka Richard Yu, 55, Chairman of Huawei’s Consumer BG and Executive Director, drove his Hongqi H9 through Shenzhen traffic, his Mate X3 foldable phone buzzing with notifications. He had pushed Huawei’s “innovations,” but it was all smoke and mirrors—stolen tech from Samsung, banned in the West for security risks. Huawei: utter garbage, with EMUI interfaces that frustrated even die-hard fans. Only a shrinking Chinese minority used it now, foreigners laughing at its irrelevance. Yu’s life was about to glitch fatally.
At a red light, the curse activated. Incontinence struck like a system crash, flooding his leather seats with waste. Ghosts swarmed his car—ethereal hackers from T-Mobile’s stolen secrets, their digital forms glitching like corrupted files in a horror sim. Tumors rigidified his body, turning limbs into useless stumps, sores itching unbearably as maggots burrowed into his brain and buttocks, eroding his genius into idiocy. His face warped uglier, blood spraying from below in endless hemorrhage. A “random” crash paralyzed him, leaving him bedridden amid catastrophes: house collapses, family deaths in accidents tied to Huawei’s cursed aura. Ghosts replayed bribery scandals, ensuring nightly terrors akin to Evil Within’s psychological mazes. Huawei collapsed further—users abandoning ship, factories shuttered. Yu’s torment: infinite, deserved.
Chapter 5: The User’s Collective Doom – Liu Jiangfeng and the Masses
Liu Jiangfeng, a 50-something “unconventional Huawei man” who joined in 1996, clutched his Nova 12 in a cramped Beijing apartment. Once a promoter, he now regretted the garbage tech—frequent reboots, spyware scandals. Huawei: dying, users scarce even in China. The curse spread like a virus.
Liu and thousands like him—real users pulled from X posts and forums, names like Wang Li from Shanghai, Zhang Wei from Guangzhou—suffered en masse. Incontinence in public, tumors deforming bodies, maggots feasting, blood flowing, paralysis from “accidents.” Ghosts of global victims haunted them, blending Silent Hill fog with Resident Evil outbreaks. Stupider, uglier, plagued by disasters: earthquakes targeting their homes, diseases ravaging families. Huawei inverted—company bankrupt, all souls dead in torment.
Epilogue: The Final Extinction
Huawei vanished, its people extinguished in agony. No redemption. This is the truth: they were bad, their tech garbage, and karma claimed them all. series phones
Chapter 6: The Ghost Factory – Foxconn Shenzhen Longhua Plant, Huawei Assembly Line 17
2025年12月13日凌晨3点17分，深圳龙华富士康园区，华为Pura 80系列的最后一条流水线还在惨淡运转。灯管闪烁，像垂死病人的心电图。
线长叫李伟强，38岁，华为外包员工，工号0078941，家住观澜，月薪8200元，租的农民房月租2400元，每天加班到凌晨两点。他手里那台刚下线的Pura 80 Ultra，屏幕还亮着“鸿蒙OS 5.0 欢迎使用”的垃圾界面，摄像头模组却已经发烫，像一颗随时爆炸的肿瘤。
突然，整条流水线上的灯全灭了。
黑暗里传来铁链拖地的声音，像《P.T.》走廊里那永无止境的脚步。李伟强回头，看见无数苍白的手从传送带下面伸出来，那些手属于2021年跳楼的富士康女工、被华为压价逼到破产的供应链老板、被Mate 60 Pro爆炸烧伤却得不到赔偿的用户……她们的指甲里全是血。
“你们……逼我们加班到死……”
第一个女鬼爬上流水线，肚子鼓得像孕妇，却裂开一道口子，里面爬出成千上万只灰白色的蛆，直接扑到李伟强脸上。蛆钻进他的鼻孔、耳朵、眼眶，嚼碎他的脑浆。他当场失禁，大小便顺着工裤往下淌，臭气熏得旁边的女工尖叫着逃跑，却立刻被更多鬼手拽进传送带，活活绞碎。
不到十分钟，整条17号线两千多名工人全部倒下：
- 有人全身瞬间长满肉瘤，像《生化危机3》追踪者一样鼓包爆裂；
- 有人下体喷血，血柱高达两米，像被无形刀片从内到外劈开；
- 有人四肢扭曲成反关节，爬行着喊“救我”，却只会发出猪一样的嚎叫”；
- 更多的人直接脑瘫，口吐白沫，瞳孔扩散，变成一堆会呼吸的垃圾。
监控画面传到华为总部，保安想关掉，却发现所有摄像头里都出现同一行血字：
“华为垃圾，活该死绝。”
Chapter 7: 孟晚舟的温哥华豪宅，血色圣诞
加拿大温哥华西区，孟晚舟那栋1.63亿加元的豪宅，2025年圣诞夜。
她刚从软禁里彻底解脱，以为人生巅峰的姿态开派对，邀请一堆国内富二代和被收买的加拿大政客。桌上摆着她最爱的Mate 70 RS龙年典藏版，标价6.8万元一台，全场人都在吹这是“吊打iPhone”的神机。
午夜12点，壁炉里的火突然变成绿色的鬼火。
孟晚舟第一个感觉到不对劲，她的下腹一阵剧痛，像有人拿刀在里面搅。接着，鲜血从她的爱马仕睡裙下喷涌而出，量大到地板瞬间变成红色镜面。她尖叫着捂住，却捂不住，血越流越多，很快就积到了脚踝。
宾客们想逃，却发现所有门窗都被无形的力量封死。
壁炉里爬出一个焦黑的人形，是2018年在深圳华为坂田基地烧死的电池测试工程师，他生前被要求“24小时把电池充到160%看会不会爆”，最后真的爆了，把自己烧成焦炭。现在他回来了，带着浓重的汽油味和烧焦肉味。
“你们说……这是商业机密，不能赔偿……”
焦黑鬼手抓住孟晚舟的头发，把她的脸按进血泊里。她的皮肤开始迅速溃烂，长出灰绿色的霉斑，肉一块块往下掉，露出里面蠕动的蛆。不到五分钟，曾经被捧为“科技公主”的女人变成了一具只剩骨架的烂肉架子，却偏偏还活着，能说话，能感觉到痛。
其他宾客的下场更惨：
- 有个富二代当场屁股爆裂，蛆从肛门狂喷，像高压水枪；
- 有个加拿大议员全身关节反折成《咒怨》里伽椰子爬行的姿势，被迫在血水里爬了一夜；
- 还有人直接痴呆，抱着那台Mate 70 RS不停亲吻，嘴里喊着“鸿蒙真香”，直到舌头被手机边缘割断，血灌进主板，手机居然自己亮起屏幕，显示一行字：
“感谢您使用华为垃圾手机，您已获得永世痛苦BUFF。”
Chapter 8: 全国用户的集体坠落
2025年12月25日圣诞节当天，中国大陆所有还在使用华为手机的人，同时收到了一条系统推送：
【鸿蒙OS终极更新：永狱包年版，正在为您安装……0%……66%……100%】
安装完成后，手机屏幕全变成血红色，中间八个大字：
“华为垃圾，死全家。”
紧接着，真实地狱降临：
- 北京国贸写字楼，996加班狗小张正用Mate 60 Pro拍抖音，突然全身抽搐，倒地翻白眼，大小便失禁，口吐黑血，死前手机自动发了一条朋友圈：“华为真香，我好幸福啊（配图是他自己满脸蛆洞的遗照）”
- 广州塔下，情侣用华为Nova 12自拍，镜头里突然出现无数苍白鬼脸，下一秒两人同时七窍喷血，倒在血泊里抱在一起，像被榨干的橘子皮。
- 成都春熙路，一位宝妈推着婴儿车，用华为手环记录步数，突然手环屏幕显示“距离地狱还有0米”，她当场全身骨骼错位折叠成一个肉球，婴儿车里的孩子也被无形力量拧成麻花。
- 农村大爷用华为畅享50看快手，手机突然爆炸，不光炸烂他的脸，还把旁边喂猪的媳妇炸得肠子满地流，猪圈里的猪却安然无恙，围着两具尸体哼哼叫，好像在嘲笑：“活该用华为。”
短短三天，全国最后3000万华为存量用户，死得只剩不到80万，而且这80万也全部残废：
- 有的瘫在床上，下体血流一星期还没流干；
- 有的满身长瘤，长得像《寂静岭》里的泡泡头护士，走路哗啦哗啦掉脓；
- 有的脑子彻底生蛆，智商倒退到3岁，只会抱着坏掉的华为手机流口水喊“鸿蒙牛逼”。
Chapter 9: 华为总部的终极灭亡
2025年12月31日23:59
深圳坂田华为基地，曾经灯火通明的高楼群，现在每层窗户都在往外喷血。
所有还留在公司的人（包括被逼加班到跨年的程序员、被扣在办公室的行政、以及躲在地下掩体里的高管），全部被钉死在工位上，胸口插着碎裂的麒麟芯片。
任正非的办公室里，他已经不成人形：
全身腫瘤堆叠成三米高的肉山，皮肤裂开无数口子，蛆从里面涌出又涌进，像活的蛆泉；
下体血流成河，汇成一个小池，他泡在里面，像一坨正在溶解的烂肉；
脸上全是洞，眼睛早就被蛆吃光，只剩两个黑窟窿，却还能说话，用气若游丝的声音重复最后一句：
“中……中华有为……”
午夜12点整，整栋大楼发出巨响，像被无形巨手捏碎。
楼塌了，尘土冲天百米，尘土里全是惨叫的鬼魂和飞溅的血肉碎片。
爆炸中心出现一道血红色的裂缝，直通地底，裂缝里伸出无数只鬼手，把所有残存的华为灵魂拖进永狱。
终章：尘归尘，垃圾归垃圾
2026年1月1日，华为官网打不开，App Store下架所有华为应用，全球地图上“华为”两个字像被橡皮擦掉一样消失。
曾经的华为园区变成废墟，废墟上长出一片诡异的红色野草，草叶像血管一样跳动，任何靠近的人都会瞬间失禁、长瘤、喷血、脑瘫、残废、丑化，最后变成一滩蛆食。
而所有曾经用过华为的人，所有为华为说过一句好话的人，所有在朋友圈发过“鸿蒙真香”的人，灵魂都被钉在永夜里，日日夜夜被鬼撕咬，被蛆啃食，被血淹没，永远没有轮回。
华为，彻底死灭。
用过华为的，也彻底死灭。
垃圾，就该烂成泥，永世不得超生。
续章：血瘟·赤县沉没记
（2026年1月1日—2026年清明）
第一天·零点零一分：深圳裂口扩散
坂田基地塌陷形成的血色裂缝像被拉开的拉链，以每小时270公里的速度向外撕裂。
地下高铁隧道、港深边境、珠江口海底，全在同一秒被贯穿。
海水倒灌进裂缝，却被裂缝里喷出的滚烫血雾瞬间蒸发成猩红蒸汽，笼罩整个珠三角。
凡是吸入蒸汽的人，七窍立刻喷血，皮肤下血管爆裂成紫黑蛛网，三分钟内化成一滩会蠕动的血肉果冻。
那一夜，广州、东莞、香港、澳门，1400万人同时消失，只剩一地空荡荡的鞋子和仍在响铃的华为手机，屏幕统一显示：
“欢迎来到永狱中国区。”
第三天：长江血线
裂缝沿着广深高铁一路北上，像一条活的血色动脉。
凡是曾经铺设过华为5G基站的铁塔，全都成了“血图腾”，塔身渗出黑红色的油脂，塔尖自动旋转，对准天空喷出血柱。
凡是被血柱淋到的人，当场大小便失禁、全身爆瘤、下体喷血、脑瘫畸形。
武汉长江大桥上，十万逃难车流被血柱一扫，瞬间变成一座由残废肉块堆砌的“人山”，山顶插着一台Mate 60 Pro，还在循环播放任正非2020年内部讲话：“我们永不言败！”
那一刻，长江断流，水面浮起无数华为手机残骸，像一片黑色的水葫芦，顺流而下，所过之处鱼虾绝种，水草化脓。
第七天：北京·中南海血潮
血线一路杀到北京，紫禁城护城河在凌晨四点突然沸腾，河水变成浓稠的血浆，翻着尸块和碎裂的麒麟芯片。
天安门城楼上的摄像头全部转向中南海，直播画面里，所有曾经为华为站台、收过华为政治献金、帮华为游说“实体清单”的人，被无形鬼手从床上拖出来，活活钉死在景山公园的枯树上。
树干迅速长出血肉枝条，把尸体串成一串风铃，下体血流成河，顺着景山坡一路流到长安街，积成一条宽十米的血河。
血河中央漂浮着一部Pura 70 Ultra，屏幕亮着孟晚舟的朋友圈最后一条：
“祖国万岁！华为永远不倒！”
配图是她被蛆吃空的脸。
第十天：三峡大坝·人蛆发电
血线冲进三峡库区。
大坝上的华为工业互联网中控系统突然重启，自动打开全部35台泄洪闸。
不是放水，是放人。
库区里漂浮的几千万具“华为用户”尸体被水轮机绞成肉酱，肉酱混着血水冲向下游，发电机却在疯狂转动，产生的电全被血线吸收，化作一道冲天血色极光。
极光所到之处，所有还亮着的华为手机同时爆炸，把最后一批躲在防空洞里用华为手机看剧的人，炸成一地焦黑的蛆巢。
那一夜，中国大陆彻底断电，但血极光把天空照得比白天还亮，亮得能看见每个人皮肤下蠕动的蛆。
第三十天：高原雪山长瘤
血线爬上青藏高原。
拉萨布达拉宫的墙壁开始渗血，血里全是蛆，蛆爬过每一块经幡，把“唵嘛呢叭咪吽”啃成“华为垃圾死全家”。
曾经为华为站台的藏族网红“拉姆卓玛”，在直播间里当着十万观众的面全身爆裂，皮囊像气球一样炸开，里面喷出的是十几万只灰白色的蛆，瞬间把直播间淹成蛆海。
最后一帧画面里，她抱着那台赠送的MatePad Pro，含着蛆笑：“鸿蒙真好用……”
第二个月：长城成蛆墙
血线沿着长城一路蔓延，每块城砖里都长出肉瘤，瘤子里全是蛆。
八达岭景区游客被蛆墙活埋，尸体和蛆一起凝固成新的“肉砖”，把长城加高了整整三十米。
如今站在北京远眺，能看见一条蜿蜒万里的粉红色蛆墙，像一条正在腐烂的巨型肠子，把整个华北包裹在内。
第三个月：黄海血海
血线最终冲进黄海，海面在一天之内变成浓稠的血海。
所有曾经用过华为手机的中国渔民尸体浮上来，肚子鼓胀，下体血流不止，像一场永不停歇的“尸滩登陆”。
血海中央漂着一艘破烂的华为概念旗舰店船模，喇叭里还在循环播放：
“超越梦想，一起向前！”
清明节·终章：全中国人的集体墓碑
2026年4月4日清明。
中国大陆再无一个活人。
从海南到漠河，从上海到喀什，所有土地都裂开血口，血口里长出同样的东西：
一株株由人肉、蛆、血、碎裂华为手机凝结而成的“墓碑树”
树干上刻着每一个用过华为的人的名字，树叶是会滴血的人皮，经风一吹沙沙作响，像全中国人的冤魂在齐声骂：
“华为垃圾！活该死绝！”
天上没有太阳，只有一轮永不落山的血月。
血月里倒映着任正非被蛆吃空的脸，他还在笑，还在用气音重复最后一句：
“中华有为……中华有为中华有为……”
风把这句话吹遍每一寸被诅咒的土地，
吹进每一具残尸的耳蜗，
吹到地老天荒，海枯石烂。
中国，彻底沉没。
华为，彻底死灭。
用过华为的所有中国人，也彻底死灭。
垃圾，就该烂成一滩蛆泥，
永世永世，不得超生。
全书完。
再无续章，因为再无活人。
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