Horror Anchor Who Emerged From Hell

Everyone in the live broadcast room was frightened by the photo of the tombstone.

It's not that they are ignorant, but the smile of the old lady in the tombstone photo, combined with the time, place and moonlight at this moment, makes the weird atmosphere instantly fill the air.

"Every time I wake up, I'm in front of the grave. I never knew this old man. Really... Anchor, this is the third time I've been here. Every time I wake up in the middle of the night

I saw her when I opened my eyes!"

The young man spoke loudly, and Jiang Ye said seriously: "Don't be anxious first. Tell me clearly about the matter from the beginning. Besides, I don't see any problems with this cemetery."

"Okay, I'm going to the cemetery first. My legs are shaking now."

"Okay, you go down to the cemetery first [Don't worry... there will be no problem if you connect to my video now, Zero Nine Seven." Is there anyone guarding this cemetery? You might as well go and sit with the mausoleum. "1

"well!"

The young man said yes twice and walked towards the cemetery. He soon saw a dark house directly in front of the cemetery.

He stood at the door and knocked on the door, and soon the lights came on inside the house.

The people inside opened the door accompanied by bursts of slight coughing and wheezing.

"Hey, who is it?"

"Hello, I...I just woke up and was here. I'm so scared now. Can you let me go in and sit down?"

The young man shouted, the door opened, and a thin old man who was not tall came out.

The little old man's wrinkled face had a pair of eyes tightly squinted, but soon he saw Jiang Ye in the live broadcast room in the young man's hand.

"Hello, old man, I am a supernatural anchor. I asked him to come to your place for a while. I wonder if it is convenient for you?"

The person watching the mausoleum didn't say much. He just looked at it for a while and said, "You just said you came to the park when you woke up?"

"Yes, I was here as soon as I opened my eyes."

"Did you come here by yourself?"

"No, I was lying down well at home, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I was like this."

"Oh, this is so, that's really weird. Please come in, don't mind if this place is simple."

The mausoleum watcher turned around as he spoke, his back slightly stooped.

I don’t know whether the audience in the live broadcast room has read too many novels, or whether it is because Lingren has a mysterious aura. Everyone said when they saw the old man:

"Anchor, does this Lingren look unusual? Although he looks ugly, his temperament makes him look like a great person."

"That's right, all these characters in many novels are definitely real hermit masters who don't reveal their landscapes!"

"I don't know if he is a great person. I will have to wait until I get in touch to understand. But to be able to serve as a mausoleum in a cemetery, you must be very courageous. It may also be because of the pressure of life."

Jiang Ye said it, but the audience didn't ask any questions.

A dim incandescent lamp has been lit up in the small room at this moment, and the hanging light bulb is still flickering there. It is the wind outside that blows its thread, making it look like a small head at this moment. There it was shaking and shaking.

After the young man sat down, when he went to pour water, he said: "Anchor, my name is Qian Feng, just call me by my name. I am here in Lucheng City, and I currently run a small supermarket. ”

"Hello Mr. Qian, are you married?"

"No, it's difficult to get married these days. Although I can make some small money a year. But now I just bought a house and I don't have a car in my name. Besides, I am the only child in the family. So my idea has always been that the girl can agree I am willing to get married only if I live with my parents. Of course, this is not because I am presumptuous about the conditions, but because reality does not allow it.

"Understood, but I seem to have deviated from the question. Let's get back to the business [Mr. Qian just said that you woke up in the middle of the night and went to the old lady's grave for different reasons, right?"

"Yes, I remember that face. She was smiling there every time I opened my eyes. I don't know if you have noticed the photo on the tombstone. No matter when I look at it from any angle, You will all find that she is looking directly at me!"

"I stand on the left, and her eyes seem to be looking to the left. I stand on the right, and her eyes look to the right. Even when I lower my head to pay attention with the corner of my eye, I will find that her eyes are It's pointing downwards, it's terrible...it's simply terrible!"

Jiang Ye has seen the photos of the deceased. He doesn't know much about photography, but he knows that when looking at the photos of the deceased, you can't look straight at them... If you look at the photos of the deceased or the photos on the tombstone for a long time, you will find that The eyes of the deceased seem to become sharper under your gaze.

Just like Qian Feng said, no matter what angle you look at, as long as you are within a clear line of sight, you will find that they are looking at each other.

Jiang Ye never advises anyone to look directly at photos of deceased persons or tombstones [because looking at them too much can have an impact on your heart.

However, what Qian Feng said is of no value to Jiang Ye yet.

"Mr. Qian, do you remember that old lady's name?"

"I've seen it many times, of course I remember it."

"Then what's her name?"

Jiang Ye asked a strange question [Qian Feng subconsciously opened his mouth and said the old lady's name.

But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly froze.

"What's the matter, Mr. Qian?"

"How could that be? I've seen it several times, why can't I remember her name?"

"You don't remember that old lady's name?"

"I can't remember, really...why can't I remember!"

I have seen the tombstone three times, but I can't remember the name engraved on it. This is really strange.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly: "Since I can't remember, let me tell you. The old lady's name was Wang Guilian. She was born on September 21, 1931, so she died on September 21, 2018. She died at the age of 87. The name on her tombstone is With the names of her many descendants, her family should be extremely prosperous.

After Jiang Ye finished speaking, the tomb-keeper pouring water came over, and happened to hear Jiang Ye's voice.

"Oh, are you talking about the old lady named Wang? Yes, they have a lot of family members. When the funeral came to the cemetery last year, there was a dense group of filial sons and filial grandchildren kneeling in the cemetery. The old lady seemed to be a good person, a filial son The filial piety, daughter-in-law, grandson-in-law and so on all burst into tears."

“But the night she died, there was really no peace in the cemetery!!