Horror Anchor Who Emerged From Hell

Jiang Ye still underestimated the cohesion in the live broadcast room.

Looking at the screen filled with gifts of Nether Candles, he didn't know what to say.

When the screen-full of rewards gradually subsided, he stood up and bowed toward the live broadcast room.

"I accepted your gift. Although it is all real money and silver that goes into my pocket, if in the future you encounter a good ghost reincarnation, I will give him a netherworld candle on your behalf so that he can be safe on the way to the underworld. Some hardships.”

"In addition, what you may not know is that the less suffering you have to endure when your soul returns to the underworld, the more likely you will be able to choose a good family in the next life. So I accept the real money, and good deeds are done by everyone!"

"Go, go, I've never seen an anchor like you. Other anchors are so happy that they want to dance when they see rewards. You look so serious, why can't you be happy and excited? Satisfy us and be the king. Hao’s vanity?”

Several big shots in the live broadcast room were depressed, and Jiang Ye laughed: "Okay, okay, we are all old acquaintances. If I really dance like 03, you will probably dislike me, right?"

With that said, Jiang Ye took a look at the popularity score.

There were originally dozens or hundreds of people in his live broadcast room, but now there are hundreds of thousands of people.

More and more people will enter his live broadcast room by searching for words such as supernatural, ghost, and Jiang Ye.

As its popularity grows, more and more people come.

But after starting the live broadcast every night, the phone call always came as scheduled not long after.

"............

"Hmm? There's a call."

When Jiang Ye heard the phone call, he spoke to the live broadcast room. The audience also became quiet at this time, wanting to listen carefully to what happened to the first caller tonight.

"Hi, hello, I'm the horror anchor Jiang Ye. I'm glad to be your listener."

Jiang Ye answered the phone politely, but the other end of the phone was very excited.

"Hey, anchor, please help me. I'm haunted. It's really... so scary that I haven't been able to sleep peacefully for a while. If this continues, even if I'm not scared to death, I'll be scared to death. Tortured to death!"

The voice was that of a woman, and it was clear that she was in panic at the moment.

"Don't worry, madam, since you called and came to the live broadcast room, I will definitely keep you safe. What do you call me madam? Where are you, and how did you encounter those things?"

Jiang Ye's voice was still gentle, and the other party's voice was not so loud, and he said: "My name is Ding Hao, I am twenty-six years old, and I am an employee of an express delivery site. What happened to me started at our express delivery site." of!

"Well, Miss Ding, please don't be anxious. Speak slowly."

"The story started last month. I am a very ordinary woman. I have no education, so when I go to a big city like Jinjiang, I can only choose some undemanding jobs. When something happened, I I have been working at the express delivery station for more than half a year. It has been peaceful for most of the past six months, until that night because of the large number of express deliveries, our employees at the station started working overtime. "

"Oh, by the way, I don't deliver express. I work as a sorter at an express delivery station in a city, a worker who specializes in sorting express delivery. Almost a day's workload is to look at various express delivery, and then distinguish them to see which ones are delivered. Which district or county did you go to?”

"We started working overtime that night as normal. Because there were a lot of things to do, the delivery time was also stipulated, so we started working after dinner that evening. At that time, there was a mountain of express mail in the site, and there were more than a dozen of us. Well, sort them into categories in the mountain-like pile of express mail.

"We worked until about nine o'clock in the evening. Suddenly Xiao Zhao in our group said that it would be very tiring and boring if we divided it up like this. How about we play a game. If anyone loses, please invite the big guys later. For late-night snacks, vermicelli costs ten yuan per person. People at our site have relatively good relationships, so everyone agreed with Xiao Zhao’s suggestion.

"Then what game did you play at that time?"

Jiang Ye asked, wondering if this woman named Ding Hao was also playing some psychic game. Just as he was thinking about it, the latter had already spoken: "The game Xiao Zhao mentioned is nothing new, it's just a game of chance. Let's just say we continue to classify express packages, but whoever discovers the express package with the same name as us first, no matter what Whether the name of the sender or the recipient is the same as ours, whoever loses."

"For example, if we continue to classify documents, if someone finds that the names of the sender and recipient in a certain express mail are the same as mine, then I lose."

When Ding Hao said this, Jiang Ye and the audience in the live broadcast room also understood.

There is nothing unusual about this game, it can be said that the boring work adds some fun.

"At that time, I was still a little secretly happy because there were not many people with my surname. Compared with those with big surnames, I would not lose so easily even if I couldn't win in the end. And I had been working for half a year, even though I was older. Most of them were looking at the address, but they almost never saw anyone with the same name as me. Everyone agreed with the game Xiao Zhao said, and then started to identify it. "

"But it's strange to say that the night lasted for more than an hour, but no one's name appeared. There are several people with the same surname in our group, including Zhang, Wang and Liu. The names are also Most of them had names like "Qiang", "Gang", "Qin" and "Yu", etc. But none of the names were repeated for more than an hour, until it was almost ten o'clock in the night, and suddenly Lao Liu 440 raised one. The express message said, Xiao Ding, you lose!"

"At the time, I thought it was Old Liu teasing me, but when I picked up the express mail, I saw that the recipient's name was marked with Ding Hao. At that time, I could only blame myself for my bad luck that night. Dad Mom gave me such a surname and name, but I couldn’t beat my colleague named Liu Gang.”

Ding Hao said, Jiang Ye was still listening patiently.

Although what she said so far still has nothing to do with being haunted, the cause is now clear.

"Since I lost, after finishing those express mails, I invited everyone to eat at the noodle shop next door. Everything was fine until I got home and took a shower.

"But in the early morning of that day, not long after I lay down and fell asleep, I heard bursts of shouting."

"Ding is good...Ding is good..."

"The shouts were obviously very soft, but I heard them clearly. I opened my eyes all of a sudden and thought I was dreaming. But after I woke up, I realized that someone was really calling me. !”

"Hello Ding...Hello Ding...why don't you come and see me!"

"The sound looked so familiar to me, so I slowly got up and walked to the window. The moonlight outside was so bright, so I opened the window and looked down. There was a woman downstairs, she was looking up The head waved at me………………Ding Hao………………Ding Hao!”.