Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 200: There is no living person on the road without lights
Chapter 200 There is no living person on the road without lights
Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. I looked out of the car window, the road was covered with light silver frost, the moonlight was like water, and my heart was a little more desolate.
"Anchor, the unlit road has arrived." Uncle Xie Ding stopped the car at the intersection, "Shall I take you in?"
"The road inside is not easy, so you don't have to worry about me." I took out the car money and handed it to Uncle Xieding, but he waved his hands again and again.
"You collect the fare, and I will be an uncle to reward you in the live broadcast room. You have worked hard to do the live broadcast. You leave early and come back late, and you will be insulted by all kinds of trolls. Eighteen generations of ancestors, greeting the whole family, Sometimes my uncle fights for you and wants to beat those unqualified guys to death." The uncle's palm brushed across his "slightly" bald forehead, and he felt like he was berating Fang Qiu and pointing the country.
I smiled and insisted on keeping the fare: "You must collect this money, otherwise if I have an accident today, you will also be implicated."
Putting the fare on the co-pilot, I opened the car door and looked at the dilapidated old city. Today, when the city is expanding and replanning a large area of the new area, only here is the root of the old Jiangcheng people.
"Anchor! Add a WeChat, and I will keep in touch in the future." Uncle Xie Ding also ran out of the car with me, holding his two mobile phones: "Koukou, WeChat, uncle also has a Momo account, how about Shall we fan each other?"
"Brother, it's not good for you to get too involved with me. It's the same sentence. Don't watch my live broadcast again." I smiled bitterly: "Actually, many of the scenes you saw in the live broadcast were not Fiction, most of which are real, those **** corpses, crazy perverts, and ghosts who don't know when to follow behind."
"Understood, uncle knows clearly, this is the inside story of your industry." Uncle Xie Ding said as if nothing is said here, everything is said: "What you say is what you say, okay? Uncle wants a WeChat, isn’t that too much?”
Ordinary people will never believe my words before they have experienced real horror. Obviously, I have given advice every time the live broadcast starts, but no one has ever taken it to heart.
I couldn't stand Uncle Xie Ding's nagging, so I shared my WeChat and added friends with him.
"Peak of happiness? Anchor, your name is so manic!"
"Brother, let's go quickly, I still have business to do." In fact, adding Uncle Xieding as a friend is also very beneficial to me. Uncle asked for help, considering the whole thing from the perspective of an outsider.
There are only two things that worry me more. First, I am afraid that the uncle will leak my information. Second, I am afraid that he will be targeted by the underworld show or other enemies because he has too much involvement with me. , just Jiang Chen can play him to death in different ways.
After walking more than ten meters away, I turned my head to see that the taxi was still parked in place, and Uncle Xie Ding lifted the hood of the car to check.
"What's going on? Wasn't the road all right when I came here?" Although I was puzzled, I didn't take it too seriously, and walked quickly into the unlit road.
After eleven o'clock in the evening, the intricate alleys are already pitch black. Most of the residents here are authentic old Jiangcheng people, and they rarely have the habit of going out late at night.
The moonlight shines on the ground. Although there are no lights in the alley, it doesn't have much impact on me. I have gotten used to the darkness after many live broadcasts.
Going deep into the alley, according to my previous memory, I found the white goods store I saw when I first came to Wudeng Road.
The rolling shutter door is half open, and the paper house spirit horse and the wreath Shou Buddha can be vaguely seen inside.
Knocking on the door of the store, I knelt down and entered the store: "Excuse me."
In the house, an old man over seventy years old is sitting on a recliner, flipping his hands, making paper goods. His profession used to have a special name-paper maker.
I visited late at night, the old man just looked up at me, and then continued busy with the paperwork in his hand: "Are you here to return the umbrella?"
When he reminded me like this, I just remembered that when I first arrived at Wudeng Road, it was dark and rainy outside, and the old man once lent me a black umbrella for going to the grave in Qingming.
"Old man, I lent that umbrella to someone else, why don't you offer me a price, can I compensate you?"
I was about to withdraw money from my pocket, but the old man waved his hand to stop him: "I don't want your money, and you don't have the money I want."
"What do you mean by that?" I suddenly felt that the old man was speaking a bit mysteriously, and his eyes narrowed slightly, so I left in no hurry.
The old man was busy with the paper work in his hands, and a fat and white female doll appeared in his hands. It has not been colored yet, so it looks quite scary: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by on the road want to die. My umbrella is for the dead, so if you give me money, you have to give me the money for the dead.”
It always feels a bit weird for a good poem to be read by the old man at this time, I smiled helplessly: "Old man, I don't have money for the dead, I lent your umbrella to a crazy old lady, she Looking for my little grandson in the alley, I thought she was so helpless and pitiful, so I gave her the umbrella."
The old man took out an old box from under the wooden table, and when he opened it, there were various watercolors inside. Different from the pigments made of modern chemical raw materials, these pigments have a strange smell, and I don't know what they are made of.
"If you can't pay it back, then forget it, why make up an unfounded crazy old lady?" The old man painted the paper doll with a brush dipped in paint.
"Old man, everything I said is true." I told the old man everything about my encounter with the crazy old lady, but his reaction was flat, like a deep pool of water that could never see the bottom.
"I've lived in the old city for fifty or sixty years and I've never seen the crazy old lady you mentioned. We don't have such a person here." Put a bamboo stick inside and hang it at the door.
Compared with the first time, the old man's attitude towards me has improved a lot, which makes me feel like an opportunity.
The old man has lived on the unlit road for decades, so he must know more about this place than I do.
"Old man, you have lived in Wudeng Road for so long, have you heard any rumors?" I organized my words, and asked carefully without offending the old man: "There are many legends about your place on the Internet. , What kind of street lights are installed, it will definitely break down the next day, and the electric car will suddenly run out of power when passing by you late at night, and the most frightening thing is that if you get lost in the alley at night and meet someone by chance, it may not be a person.”
After listening to my words, the old man put down the paperwork in his hand, and gave me a faint look: "The person I met is not a human being, so what could it be?"
When he asked such a rhetorical question, I didn't know how to say it: "I also heard the story, so please don't be angry."
"Things on the Internet are all made up indiscriminately. There are no street lights here at night because the lines are aging. In addition, it is a place that is about to be demolished, so no one has come forward to repair it. The urban area is comprehensively planned, and the old city is a key demolition project. , this Jiangcheng will not be called Jiangcheng again soon." The old man sighed a little, and put the brush on the wooden box: "The times are different, I have been making paper all my life, and now I hope that when I leave, someone can make it for me. End of paper."
"Old man, you are in good health, and you will definitely be able to live to a hundred years old."
"Come early and come late, come sooner or later, leave early and leave late, sooner or later." The old man looked at me pointedly: "I don't need you to return the umbrella, hurry up and do what you should do. "
"What should be done?" I cupped my fists and said, "I hope you will explain clearly."
"Only you know what you should do. I'm just a paper-wrapped old man with half of my foot in the coffin. How can I tell you?" After finishing speaking, the old man got up and looked at the clock on the wall. Lighted two sticks of pewter and turned off the lights in the house.
He took the paper doll he **** just now and walked to the road without lights, then lit a fire and burned the paper doll to ashes: "Send the soul!"
The old man’s voice sounded strange, and when the fly ash was blown away in the wind, he patted me on the shoulder: “In the future, you’d better not come to roads without lights, people die like lights out, without lights There is no living person on the road."
After he finished speaking, he coughed twice, bent down and returned to the house, and closed the shop door.
"There are no living people on the road without lights?" I was isolated in the intricate alleys, and I couldn't tell which road I took when I came here.