Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 175: The sixth live broadcast

Chapter 175, the sixth live broadcast

I looked through the student files, and among the students in Class 3 where Guo Junjie was, the page with student number 11 was completely blank.

"The archivist accidentally inserted a blank sheet of paper in the student file? Or was it a printing error?" I pulled out that page, and all the information on it was erased.

Put this page of paper in my pocket, and slowly I have more discoveries.

Every year, the number of three good students is five in other classes, only the third class where Guo Junjie is always has four.

"Why is there one less quota? Does this thing also look at the face?" Carefully read each piece of student status information, it will list the positions that the student has held in this school year, such as class representative, health committee and so on.

I read all the information sheets, and found that none of the students in the third class had been a class representative for the mathematics class.

I also found a strange place. In this Japanese-style private high school, there are many clubs formed by students spontaneously, such as music clubs and art clubs. The activity materials of all clubs can be found in the archives.

There is a club called the Detective Club. I took a second look at it for professional reasons, but I didn't expect to get a surprise.

This club is actually blank in the column of the president, and there is no president's name in all the event attendance records.

I looked at the materials in one place, and a virtual image in my mind became full.

This missing high school student should be very low-key on weekdays, with a calm and mature personality. This can be seen from Guo Junjie's tone and attitude when talking about him. When the whole class regards bullying Guo Junjie as a daily routine, That person didn't do anything excessive to Guo Junjie.

And his academic performance is very good, he will be rated as a three-good student every year, among all the homework, he is best at mathematics.

He also established a detective agency and served as the president himself, which shows that he is very interested in criminal investigation and solving cases.

I touched my chin, took out the pen and paper I carried with me, and recorded all these characteristics.

"Aged seventeen to nineteen, unknown gender, unknown height and weight, strong logical thinking, calm and calm personality, with certain organizational and coordination skills."

After I finished writing, even I was a little surprised. All the conditions of the missing person met the needs of the underworld show, as if it was tailor-made for it.

"Could this student be Xia Chi? If he had been the anchor of the underworld show five years ago, then this person would be too scary." I have experienced it several times in less than a month since I became the anchor. Life-and-death crisis, it's hard to imagine how a person can live through this kind of torment for five years: "But Xia Qingzhi said that his brother just went to the interview recently, so it's probably not the same person."

I didn't leave Xinhu High School until the evening, and searched all the rooms, but the results were not satisfactory. Everything about the missing person was erased, and no clues remained.

It was already dark when I returned to Tingtang Road from Xinhu. I practiced the Miaozhen method in the store.

The next day I followed Miaozhen's detailed explanation, and after wasting a dozen pieces of talisman paper, I finally succeeded in drawing the first suppression talisman. .

I spent most of the day practicing and drawing talismans in the store, and I ruined most of the talisman paper and accessories in Lu Jin's treasure bag. However, after practicing many times, my success rate of drawing talismans is getting higher and higher.

In the evening, I installed the three repression talismans I had drawn, then packed up the live broadcast tools, closed the store early and stood guard next to the big-screen mobile phone.

Every three days is like a reincarnation of a nightmare, unable to escape, and can only find the increasingly slim hope in this life and death game.

The pointer crossed, and the electronic clock on the wall sounded, it was eight o'clock in the evening.

A cold light illuminates the table, tearing open the darkness in the cabin, as if a ghost that can't wait to be born squeezed into my field of vision.

Picking up the cell phone of the underworld show, I put it to my ear.

"Hello?"

The sound of chewing and swallowing came from the phone, as if someone was biting something.

I didn't dare to speak, and listened carefully, not wanting to miss any clues.

It took more than a minute for the chewing sound to disappear, and the sound of closing the door rang through the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hush, keep your voice down, don't let her notice you." It was a man's voice, and he seemed very scared now.

I lowered my tone and continued to ask: "Do you need any help?"

"My wife is very weird recently, I want you to help me find out the reason."

"Can you explain in detail?"

The voice of the man on the other side of the phone was a little trembling: "Since a month ago in the community where I live, pet dogs and cats have been lost every day."

“At first, no one cared, but in recent days, not only pets have been lost, but also five or six-year-old children.”

"We have seen the surveillance, and we don't know if it is a coincidence. My wife always appears near the scene of the child's disappearance."

"I suspect that my wife has something to do with the disappearance of these animals and children, and I also found that there are always animal hairs in my house for no reason, and the smell of blood comes from nowhere."

When the man said this, his voice became even deeper: "What scares me the most is that every morning when my wife opens her mouth to speak, the smell of formalin will come out of her mouth!"

"Husband... who are you calling?"

The man was talking about the crucial point, when a weird female voice suddenly came out from the microphone, and then the phone was hung up directly.

Listening to the beeping busy tone, I froze in place until a text message was sent to my mailbox.

"They were childhood sweethearts, and thought they could watch the sunset together. But at the age of 35, she got lung cancer. Holding the medical certificate, she cried and laughed, and cried while laughing. She doesn't smoke or have any bad habits. How did she get lung cancer? When she came to his office, she saw a bag of her favorite dried fruit in his drawer, and there was a medicine bottle next to it, which was shocking, and she shed tears. Three days later, she cried and lit birthday candles for him, and he No. She lit 34 long candles and one short candle, and said with a low smile: You are really skinny."

"Want to know which question you got wrong? Live and you will get the answer."

"Live broadcast task: Arrive at Jiangcheng Medical College, the west gate of the old campus before midnight."

"Optional task 1: For every surviving person other than you, an extra point will be rewarded."

"Optional task 2: Give the correct answer and reward five points."

"Attention: The special function of the help phone in the underworld show is turned on. When you encounter an unsolvable death situation, you can dial this mysterious number. The other party may help you escape, or may bring you into deeper despair. .The first call is free, and the call time is three minutes, and each subsequent call requires ten credits."

Looking at the text messages in the mailbox of the mobile phone, the man's voice was still echoing in my ears, and I habitually lit a cigarette.

"I answered this question in the text message when I participated in the interview of the underworld show. Could it be that this question was the one I answered wrong at the time?" Phone calls and text messages seem to have given a lot of clues, but in fact Messy and disorganized, it seems to be a mess, making it impossible to start.

"There is also this help call function, which is completely cheating. It may help escape, but may also lead to despair. It is no different from saying nothing?"

After smoking a cigarette, I turned on the computer and searched. The old campus of Jiangcheng Medical College is located in the west of Jiangcheng. The place can't be considered remote, but few developers are willing to buy that piece of land.

Five years ago, Jiangcheng Medical College moved to the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng, leaving only four majors of human anatomy, histology and embryology, pathophysiology, and pathological anatomy in the old campus.

Besides, students of these majors take classes in the East Campus, and the entire West Campus is closed, and no one is allowed to enter.

"It was relocated five years ago?" I put out the cigarette in my hand, and slowly tightened my fingers: "Xinhu High School also happened five years ago. Five years ago, there seemed to be a great chaos in Jiangcheng. .”

Looking at the time, it was half past eight before I knew it. I packed up my things, packed all the live broadcasting tools into a black suitcase, and then took a taxi to the old campus of Jiangcheng Medical College.

I arrived at about nine o'clock. The campus covers a large area. I walked around and found that there are only three gates in the entire campus, and there is no west gate as mentioned in the text message of the underworld show.