Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 135: Guess how many people are in the room
Chapter 135 Guess how many people are in the room
The hairs stood on end, and goosebumps appeared on my neck. I forced myself to remain calm, and instead of turning around, I moved the phone camera to record the full picture of the person behind me on the screen.
He wears pajamas, has loose skin, and is about forty to fifty years old.
The screen moves up and finally freezes on the man's face. His face is blue and purple, and the outline of his face is abnormally swollen due to suffocation.
"Death by hanging? Is it suicide?" Hanging is not uncommon. For suicides, it is a cheap way of death that can be done without much cost.
Observing the man's facial expression carefully, apart from the pain, his entire face was convulsed with deep fear.
"No, if it is simply defined as suicide, he should not have such a frightened expression before he died. He was forced to hang himself to death. Of course, it is also possible that he saw something very terrifying when he was dying. so that the panic in the brain outweighs the pain of death itself.”
My eyes were fixed on the screen, and the male corpse was shaking regularly behind me. This was a very strange scene.
I could clearly feel my neck being touched one after another, and just when I was hesitating whether to turn my head back, the male corpse on the screen with rounded eyes that almost popped out of his sockets suddenly glanced at me.
Condescending, rolling his eyes with a trace of resentment and pain, his eyes passed over my body and landed on the third last floor of the bookshelf.
I was taken aback by the strange reaction of the hanged male corpse, and almost threw away the phone.
Standing up from my seat, I took a deep breath and turned around abruptly, but everything behind me was still normal, and there was nothing.
"The mobile phone in the underworld show can see dirty things that ordinary people can't see. This male corpse hanging behind me should be a dead soul who died unjustly."
There is a hanged ghost hanging in the middle of the study, he looks like the gentle father in the photo.
"Father died in his own room. Do similar ghosts exist in other rooms?" I lit another cigarette. His hands were still trembling.
"Just now the corpse's eyeballs rolled, and he seemed to be reminding me to pay attention to a certain place." Thinking of the place where the hanged ghost's eyes stayed, I stood beside the bookshelf, and there was a clock on the third-to-last floor, There are only two pointers on it, and the time displayed is ten minutes past one.
"A clock?" I shook my head, and first took out all the books on the third floor and put them on the ground.
"What hint does he want to give me?" He opened a book casually, and the three words "I'm sorry" were all written in red pen on it.
I roughly flipped through a few books, and I soon made new discoveries.
In a reading essay titled Painful Faith, I found a few words from the hanged ghost's father about his life.
"Living with wishes without hope is the greatest tragedy in life."
"About love, I may be able to make a deeper definition. True love does not need to worry about morality and humanity."
At first glance, this seems to be a very high-quality academic paper, but looking back, it almost didn't make me spit it out.
Afterwards, in the form of observation and recording, he told the stories that had to be told between the professor of Western literature and the seven female students. He is not idle, and often invites his male students to his home as guests.
These things cannot be elaborated. After his wife gave birth to the third child, the two ended this ridiculous marriage.
Putting this essay in my pocket, I found no other valuable clues, so I left the study and entered a bedroom next to it.
This bedroom is only half the size of the study room, except for a desk full of textbooks and an alarm clock, there is only a combination bed divided into upper and lower bunks.
I looked at the football and the two worn-out sneakers behind the wall: "The two boys should live in this bedroom. They are five or six years apart in age, and they live together, so there will inevitably be friction. Could it be that the wound on the skinny boy in the family photo was caused by his brother?"
Looking through the textbooks and homework books on the desk, they were clean as if they were new. When I opened the drawer, there were also little things that boys often play with.
"There doesn't seem to be anything special about this room except that it's dirty and messy." I didn't want to miss any clues. After checking the desk, I looked at the bed. , I can't see anything clearly.
The one who fell asleep on the lower bunk should be my elder brother, and there was a thick book of college entrance examination reference materials on the bedside.
"A person who hasn't even looked through the textbook will buy reference materials?" I felt a little abnormal. I took the reference book in my hand, and when I opened it, there was a thin booklet inside.
"What is this?" The cover of the booklet was so bright that I felt flushed after reading it: "Adult magazine? Like father, like son."
Put the booklet in your pocket, this key evidence must be preserved.
The quilt of the lower bunk is a mess, piled up randomly, but the upper bunk is just the opposite.
"The two brothers have completely opposite personalities. The younger brother should be an introverted, serious person with a little low self-esteem." Climbing to the upper bunk, I lifted the pillow and sheets, and found a brown diary.
"It's another classic plot in this kind of puzzle-solving horror game." Pulling back the mosquito net, I sat on the bed and began to read about a child's miserable life in a deformed family.
"In my memory, I only saw my mother twice. Once, my father almost beat me to death after drinking. My brother called her and asked her to take me away, an illegitimate bastard. The other time was I sneaked away from home and walked for four hours in the winter to the neighboring city to find her in thin clothes. It was very cold that night. I squatted at the door of her and another man’s apartment all night. She didn’t let me Enter the door, just open a crack and say 'Get out' to me."
"I don't know the meaning of my life. Maybe my existence is to help this woman atone for her sins. She betrayed her father, but I live on my father like a parasite."
"My brother is tall and handsome, good at football, many girls like him, including my sister."
"My brother likes to sneak out of the room and enter my sister's house after my father is asleep."
"I don't know what they are doing behind their father's back, but it always feels like a bad thing."
"Once after my brother left the room late at night, I followed him out secretly, lying on the door of my sister's room to eavesdrop. Only then did I know the secret between my brother and my sister."
"I can't forget that night, maybe some of my enlightenment started from that night, I stayed at my sister's door for half an hour, until two o'clock in the morning, the door was suddenly opened."
"Since then, my elder brother and elder sister's attitude towards me has become even worse. If something goes wrong, they will beat me up, force me to eat spoiled food, force me to drink dirty water, and treat me like a stinking bag of garbage , I feel sick just by looking at it."
"I live with them, but I live in a different world from them. In order to survive, I have to endure."
"The worse things started after I graduated from junior high school. That year my father brought home a young woman who was his student and a Chinese teacher in a private high school."
"Since the arrival of this woman, my living space has been further squeezed. I dare not let them see me. It seems that everyone has a fire in their hearts. What's more frightening is that they think it's all because of me. .”
"I'm very scared, I'm afraid they will kill me, they often talk behind my back, looking at me without any warmth, I don't want to die."
"Later, my father didn't let me go to the No. 1 Middle School in the city, which was very close to my home, but asked me to go to a private high school through my relationship."
"This high school is located between Xinhu and Jiangcheng, and the tuition fees are very expensive. I was even moved at a certain moment, thinking that I misunderstood my father all these years, but the reality gave me a slap in the face , they just didn’t want to see me, and sent me to a remote boarding school, where I was to be tortured and bullied by her and more people in that woman’s class.”
The amount of information in the diary is slightly larger, and I only watched part of it.
"The Tongsang Talisman was brought out from Xinhu High School. It seems that the owner of this dream should be a certain student from Xinhu High School." I'm not sure who it is, but I already have a candidate in my heart .
I habitually want to touch a cigarette, but my finger touches something strange in the process of waving it, which is the touch only human skin has.
"Could it be that the hanged ghost came here?" I put the diary in my arms and took out a suppression talisman.
"Where is the evil ghost! Your Daoist is here!" I shouted boldly, and then looked up, the mosquito net was dented inward against the principle of mechanics, as if something was pressing on it, and it was constantly approaching me.
Twenty centimeters, fifteen centimeters, ten centimeters, it's too close, so close that I can't even see it.
It was a man's face, dead gray, as if he was overindulgent, all the blood vessels that should have been hidden under the skin surfaced on the surface of the skin, which looked really scary.
"It's not the hanged ghost father, this... should be my brother." Looking at such a terrifying face up close is not something anyone can do. Strong immune ability: "Your father was hanged, you look a bit like you died of poisoning."
When the mosquito net was ten centimeters away from me, it stopped approaching, and the ghost face seemed to be bound by some rules and could not shoot at me.
It rolled up a pair of dead fish eyes, glanced at the alarm clock on the desk, and then slowly disappeared.
"Why do you care about the alarm clock?" I jumped out of bed, picked up the alarm clock on the table, and the time displayed on it was one thirty.
"When I was in the study, the clock showed ten past one, what does this time represent?"
As soon as I fell into a dream, I had already met two ghosts. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and walked outside the door, entering the last bedroom.
"What secrets will there be in a girl's boudoir?"