Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 7: Super horror live broadcast room

Chapter 7 Super Horror Live Broadcast

Acute myocardial infarction was the cause of death identified by the forensic doctor, but no one can explain why a well-behaved man suddenly died of myocardial infarction.

I found the newspaper of that day, glanced at it roughly, put it in my pocket, picked up the device and hurried out.

"I don't believe there are ghosts in the world, unless... let me see it with my own eyes."

In order to save time, I flagged down a taxi. Coincidentally, the driver was the bald uncle that day.

"Hey, anchor, I met you just after I delivered the car, it's fate!"

"Anxin Hotel in the northern suburbs of the city, please drive faster." I am not in the mood to chat with anyone at this time, and my mind is full of the live broadcast task of the underworld show.

Why did they choose there? Who was the woman who called me earlier?

"I heard that someone died in Anxin Hotel some time ago, anchor, you really know how to choose a place." The driver uncle is very talkative, but he doesn't know how to read words: "This is me, if other drivers will not Pull you, do you know that it has been spread on the Internet, saying that the tenant did not die accidentally, but was frightened to death. Tsk tsk, that place is also very evil. A few years ago, it seems that someone disappeared there inexplicably... ..."

Uncle Xieding became more and more active as he talked, I really wanted to ask him, have you considered my feelings?

"Uncle, my live broadcast may be different from what you imagined, can you please let me be quiet for a while?"

"What's the difference? I've seen a lot of young people like you, don't you just sing, dance, brag, and play games? By the way, where are you live broadcasting? You support me."

"It's fine if you join me. If you really see my live broadcast one day, please always remember to call the police for me, because there are many things in it that may not be the effect of the show." You can't take the initiative to disclose the existence of the underworld show. the first provision of.

Sighing, I took out the eight-inch large-screen phone, looked at the three isolated icons on it, and finally clicked on the third app—the black and white photo of myself.

"Welcome to the underworld show, the live broadcast task has been released, come and name your live broadcast room."

No matter what kind of live broadcast, the most fundamental purpose is to attract people's attention and attract popularity. Based on this prerequisite, a name that can catch people's eyes is naturally essential.

I recalled what the paper man interviewer once said: "Don't you find it exciting to be active in the shadow of midnight and directly confront the most frightening horror in this city?"

"Since it's for the pursuit of excitement, why not come up with a name full of gimmicks?" I raised my hand and typed four words in the blank space - super horror!

"The naming is successful, do you want to start today's live broadcast?"

After thinking for a long time, I still clicked "No". There was no other reason. The uncle was still in the car, so there was no need to involve him.

"Master, drive faster, I don't have much time..."

Anxin Hotel is located in the northern suburb of Jiangcheng, next to Henshan Prison, and the surrounding area is sparsely populated. Only a few migrant workers will choose there because of the cheap rent.

The buildings on both sides are gradually decreasing, the feasting city has gone away from me, and the hard and clean concrete road has become a rough and bumpy dirt road.

"Anchor, did you see that signboard? That's the Anxin Hotel, why don't you just stop here, and it's not easy to make a U-turn any further." Uncle Xie Ding parked his car on the side of the road, and it seemed that he couldn't do it anyway. Reluctant to move forward.

I looked in the direction he pointed, and there was a three-story old building about tens of meters away, and the roof was strung with colorful light bulbs to form a sign: "Nvxin Hotel?"

"It's the word An, the bulb on it is probably broken." The uncle handed over a cigarette: "You take care of yourself, I heard that dirty things can't smell of smoke, uncle can only help you here."

Shaking my head and smiling wryly, I paid the fare and got out of the taxi with my black suitcase.

Looking around, I can't see a single person, only the "Nvxin Hotel" is emitting a faint red light within a hundred meters around.

"Should I call the police?"

Before I took out my mobile phone, the engine roared suddenly, and smoke and dust were everywhere. When I looked again, Uncle Xie Ding had already driven a taxi and ran a hundred meters away.

"I rely on..."

Uncle slipped very decisively, and now I have no choice but to go back to the city.

Picking up the suitcase and walking on the dirt road with one deep foot and one shallow foot, a true warrior must not only dare to face the bleak life, but also learn to face cheating teammates.

With the faint light of the mobile phone screen, this dilapidated hotel full of legends was finally fully presented before my eyes.

Three-storey detached building with two corridors on the left and one on the right. Uncleaned garbage is piled up on the steps, and the cordon used by the police to handle the case is still thrown in the corner.

It's not the yellow and white cordon at the construction site, but the dark blue and white cordon for murder cases!

"This kind of thing is not recycled?" If you were an ordinary person, you might not feel anything unusual, but I have been in the police academy for several years, and I have already labeled this place as murderous and weird.

"Is anyone there? Stay at the hotel." The stairs are very narrow, and the front desk of the hotel can only be seen on the second floor.

On the countertop with residual oil and dirt, there is a notebook spread out, on which is randomly recorded the information and ID numbers of a group of tenants, the font is scrawled, it looks like graffiti of elementary school students.

"What age is it and you still keep accounts by hand?" I flipped through the pages, and the earliest occupancy record was also a week ago: "I'm the only tenant who co-authored the whole building..."

"Ahem..." The note was held down by five skinny fingers, and an old man whose hair was about to fall out stood up at the front desk: "Do you want to stay in a hotel, alone?"

The old voice is like a candle in the wind, with a weakness that cannot be concealed. I took a step back as if nothing had happened, and I had already remembered the old man's face from the corner of my eye: the eyebrows were very pale, the left half of the face was covered with sparse age spots, while the right side of the face seemed to have been burned, with a scar the size of a fist.

"Well, I'm alone." The old man's appearance is one that you will never forget at a glance. To be honest, even before the live broadcast started, I already had a feeling of horror.

"Look at your ID card, you need to register, 35 per night for a single room, the deposit is fine, just don't damage the things in the house." After the old man registered, he handed me a key and walked towards the dark corridor. The head shouted: "Old woman, take the guests to 103, and then boil the pot of water and send them."

"103?" The live broadcast task of the underworld show is to stay in room 203, I frowned: "Boss, can you give me another room?"

"Okay, which one do you want to change?"

"203."

"Crack!"

The key in the old man's hand fell on the concrete floor in a daze. His reaction surprised me a bit.

"What's the matter with you? Is that room uninhabitable?" I put my hands in my trouser pockets with a calm expression. One hand grasped the talisman paper, and the other hand grasped the mobile phone.

"It's possible to live here... It's just that someone died in our place a few months ago, and the room of the dead person is opposite to 203..."

"What are you afraid of on the other side? It's not that you just died in that room." I pretended to be relaxed: "Just this one, boss, don't engage in feudal superstition, we have to believe in science."

"That's good, that's good..." When the old man was looking for the key to room 203, I knelt down and wanted to help him pick up the 103 key that fell on the ground, but when I looked down, I found a strange place - the old man Wearing a pair of dirt-stained rubber shoes.

"This is indoors, why is he wearing rubber shoes?"

"Let's go, I'll show you the room." It was a grandma who spoke. She was holding a thermos in one hand. Although she was about the same age as the old man, she looked short, stout and strong.

I left the key at the front desk, picked up the suitcase and followed my grandmother to the third floor.

"Don't you want to go to 203? Why did you come to the third floor?" It's related to the task of the underworld show. I dare not be sloppy, for fear of making mistakes.

"There are no people on the first floor, room 103 is on the second floor, and room 203 is on the third floor."

It always feels like I have been walking for a long time. There is only one light bulb at the corner in the corridor, and it is still on and off.

"This is it." Grandma put the key in the door lock and pointed to the number on the door.

"Okay, sorry for your old age."

Just as I was about to push the door, the voice of my grandmother was heard behind me: "Hey, this place is no better than the city, I dare not run around at night, if..."

"What if?"

"If someone knocks on the door or makes any noise after midnight, just pretend you can't hear it and don't come out."