Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 734: Off
I still remember the bullet screens posted by Truman in the live broadcast room. This master hypnotist gave a lot of evidence to prove the existence of reincarnation.
There was a seventy-year gap between the little boy and Junsheng. If it weren't for the old lady as the link of memory, it would be impossible to see the connection between them.
I rubbed my chin and frowned.
If what the old man said is true, then the little boy on the sixth floor should be the reincarnation of Junsheng, and the vague little shadow in front of him is one of Junsheng's three souls and seven souls, which contain wisdom and emotional wisdom soul.
This place is close to the animal road, and there is a gap in reincarnation. This soul did not enter reincarnation, but escaped.
Thinking about it, it's really incredible. In his previous life, Yipo escaped from reincarnation with the emotion that he didn't want to abandon, and met the person who had been waiting for him in the place with the deepest memory, and in this life, he also found it for various reasons. this place.
It's really hard to explain the cause and effect of all kinds of things in the world.
The memory of the little black shadow is incomplete. It may be that he escaped reincarnation and gave up too many things. He just instinctively gets close to the old man.
I looked at the old and the young sitting in front of me, and I couldn't bear to speak.
The old man and Junsheng are both poor people, and the little boy on the sixth floor is a completely innocent victim. Incomplete boy, the tragedy is still repeating itself.
If Junsheng's soul returns to the little boy's body, will he no longer be stupid? Become a normal kid from now on?
Of course, this thought just passed in my mind, and I would definitely not say such a thing in front of the old man.
Because no one can guarantee whether Junsheng's memory will be preserved after the return of Ling Huipo, maybe the rebirth of the little boy heralds the complete annihilation of Junsheng.
The atmosphere in the house was a bit depressing. The old man looked at the hydrangea in a daze, got up and put it in the bamboo basket, picked up the brocade handkerchief and needlework again, and continued the unfinished work just now.
Concerning each other without words, the short black figure stood silently behind the old man, watching quietly like that.
The old man still has a lot of things about the red building that he hasn't explained clearly. The little black shadow may also hide the reincarnation mirror fragments that the underworld show asked me to find. All the clues point to them, but I am not going to ask any more.
Seventy years is almost the whole life of many people. It is not easy for them to meet at the end. "Finding the fragments of the reincarnation mirror is an optional task. I don't care if I don't do it. I will stay at the old man's place until dawn. After the main task of the live broadcast is completed, I will go door-to-door to find the anchor who lives in the pig cage apartment. Maybe after dawn Obsessions will be suppressed, and my safety can also be obtained
Guarantee. "
After I figured it out, I was relieved: "Grandma, then I'm going to stay outside, don't worry, I'll leave after dawn."
"Go, don't forget the three things I told you." The old man nodded: "I have also rescued people who accidentally entered the red building before, as long as you do as I said, you will be safe and sound." hindrance."
"Thank you." I arched my hands, thinking back to my grandmother's previous explanation - don't touch the iron chain on the door, don't get close to the window with red paper on it, and don't let the red candles in the house go out.
Grandma didn’t say the specific reason, and I didn’t bother to ask. It’s reasonable to exist. According to my experience of more than a dozen live broadcasts, it’s best not to touch things that the elderly are not allowed to do.
Lying on the wooden sofa outside the house, I took out the mobile phone from the show. When I was talking to the old man just now, the mobile phone was kept in my trouser pocket. The screen has been black for such a long time, and I guess the popularity has dropped a lot.
Scanning the barrage, I found that the Socrates paradox and the master hypnotist are still swiping the screen. Top people in their industry are really quite stubborn. Maybe this is one of the reasons why they can become top.
Losing interest, I was about to throw my phone aside when a brief bullet screen flashed through the comments, like an inconspicuous wave on the ocean.
"It seems to be sent by Jiang Fei..." I didn't look carefully, but I was a little emotional because of the live broadcast of the underworld show, and many people around me have changed.
"What kind of existence is the show?"
The coat was left in Zhang Shuxue's room. I rubbed my hands and looked at the dancing flames on the candlestick. It seemed that the faint light of the fire could bring me warmth.
Closing my eyes slowly, I fled all the way from Jiangcheng to Jinghai, running desperately. If I hadn't opened my heart and my physical strength had doubled, I'm afraid I would have been unable to bear it.
"Sleep for a while, it will be fine, and it will take a long time before it will light up." I just fixed the phone on the table, and only a few seconds later, the flame on the candlestick suddenly jumped violently!
As if there was a wind blowing in the house, I propped myself up: "The doors and windows are closed, where is the wind coming from?"
The flickering of the flame made me flustered. The old lady just explained that the candle must not be extinguished.
I found a box of matches from under the wooden table and kept my eyes on the flame, which I would relight as soon as it went out.
Strange things continued one after another, the flame on the red candle flickered and danced, and after a while, the iron chain with the lock on the back of the wooden door also shook inexplicably.
The amplitude is small, but I can see clearly.
The wooden door remained motionless, but the iron chain made a sound by itself, as if an invisible hand passed through the door and wanted to remove it.
"What's going on?" I picked up the show phone and walked towards the door. I was halfway there when I saw the old woman coming out of the back room with a quilt in her arms.
"It's cold, you're wearing too thin, you should cover this up." She looked in the direction of the wooden sofa, but she didn't know that I had already reached the door.
"Grandma, thank you." I took the quilt and said casually: "Did you hear the iron chain on the door ringing, is this also a common thing in red buildings?"
The old man shook his head and was about to say something when the flame on the candlestick jumped a few times and then went out suddenly.
The room was plunged into darkness, and after my mind went blank for a few tenths of a second, I decisively threw down the quilt and came to the table.
Use your discerning eye to see where the candlestick is, then take out the match.
Crack!
The imaginary fire did not appear. The box of matches had been stored in the house for too long, and it had been severely damp, and most of the red phosphorus on the side of the box had fallen off.
I didn't give up, I tried one after another, and the cold sweat slowly climbed up my forehead.
When trying to reach the fifth root, the iron door outside the house seemed to be hit hard by something, and there was a loud "bang".
The sound was very clear in the red building, and could be heard clearly in the entire corridor.
My face became gloomy, and the voice was unlikely to be made by obsession.
"There is someone outside the door!"
After fighting against the double-faced Buddha for so long, I can see through these schemes at a glance, but unfortunately the other party is hiding in the dark, he knows my whereabouts, but I don't know his real body.
After the loud noise came out, the old lady also changed her face, her wrinkles crowded together, she turned to look at the door: "Who is outside?"
No one responded, and the strange sound gradually reappeared in the corridor, mixed with the sound of small footsteps.
The sound is from far to near, as if it is coming down from upstairs.
The situation was not right, the little black figure hugged his hydrangea and shrank behind the old man, I was looking out the door while trying to light a candle.
"The smoke and lighter are in the jacket, otherwise it wouldn't be such a trouble! The noise outside the door must be made by someone, but who would be so vicious? Even an old man would not be spared?"
The more anxious I was, the less I could draw fire. There were matchsticks all over the place. I listened to the movement outside the door. About ten seconds later, the iron door outside was pulled open.
The sound of the door shaft turning slowly is like a slender steel wire rope, slowly tightening my heart.
Boom!
Without any warning, there was another sudden loud noise, and something outside hit the wooden door.
It took too long, the red paint fell off in pieces, and sawdust flew around the door lock. It probably won't last long.
Not long after the second loud noise, the wooden door was hit again. No one knew what was standing outside the door, and could only watch the lock keep loosening.
"Grandma, you go to the back room first! That thing outside should be aimed at me, take the little guy and hide in the bedroom and don't come out!"
My voice was anxious, and my fingers mechanically repeated the action of striking a match.
"They're not looking for you. A similar situation happened when you came to me before. It seems that the two worlds can't intersect." The ancient tree firmly protected the short black shadow behind him.
"They?" The matter may be more complicated than I imagined, but one thing cannot be denied, a large part of the reason for such a problem tonight is me, and there must be someone behind the scene who is contributing to the flames.
Sliding my finger down, I didn't even realize it, a faint light came out from my fingertip.
"It's lit!" I carefully held the flame and was just about to light the candle, when the dilapidated wooden door finally couldn't withstand the impact, the door lock popped out, and it was knocked open abruptly!
The cold wind poured into the house, and the match in my hand was blown out before it even got close to the candle.
My hands and feet were cold, and I turned my head to look stiffly.
The judge glanced over, and in the dark corridor, there were two scorched heads poking into the room.
"Perseverance!"
The scariest thing was yet to come. The cracked wall was scraped off, and a fat figure with a wobbly belly more than one meter in diameter was leaning against the railing, eyes the size of mung beans greedily glanced into the house, as if looking for food.
Its skin is almost transparent, like a balloon filled with water. Under the gaze of the judge, you can clearly see his internal organs and blood vessels. It feels as if his organs are growing outside the body, hanging on the The body is the same.
"This is another obsession of Zhu Lihua." I took a breath and clenched my fists, and I couldn't escape.
The obsession outside the house first looked at me, and then their greedy eyes fixed on the small black figure behind the old man. The scorched fingers grabbed the door frame, and after a pause of about half a second, they rushed into the room as if they had received some order!