Horror Anchor Who Emerged From Hell
Chapter 52 A Father Who Writes Ghost Stories! (Please Collect Flowers)
As the saying goes, what is false cannot be true, and what is true cannot be false.
If Sister Chen had not encountered anything, it was absolutely impossible for her to be sent to the underworld by dirty things.
Something must have happened to her, but she hasn't noticed it yet.
Listening to the change in Sister Chen's tone on the other end, Jiang Ye still said patiently: "Sister Chen, there is no need for you to tell me everything in such a hurry. Don't forget to call me tonight. During the day, you In addition to taking a rest, it is best to carefully recall what you have experienced and remember since your loved one passed away and whether it makes you think there is any problem in retrospect. "
"Finally, it's best to entrust the child to other relatives to take care of him. If he goes out in the car with you at night, it will be really troublesome if he encounters what happened early yesterday morning."
Sister Chen did not refute, but hurriedly hung up the phone.
Jiang Ye put down his cell phone and didn't think much about Sister Chen. The main reason was that he couldn't think of a reason by himself.
Hour after hour passed, the day replaced all the darkness, and the light illuminated the earth.
If there is darkness even in broad daylight, it must be caused by the human mind.
When night comes, Jiang Ye is ready for the live broadcast.
He stretched out his body and sat in front of the computer. Maybe he made a little too much money. Jiang Ye made himself a pot of tea at the computer tonight.
Taking a sip of tea and feeling the sweetness on the tip of his tongue, Jiang Ye started the live broadcast.
"The anchor is here, look at the popularity of our live broadcast room. There are 80,000 people starting today!"
"Although the popularity of our live broadcast room cannot compare with those live broadcast platforms that easily generate millions or tens of millions, the anchors must also think about expanding."
"Yes, the access channel to our live broadcast room is too difficult. It can't even be searched online, and there is no link bar!"
Jiang Ye explained with a smile: "If you want to enter our live broadcast room, there is a secret passage. You can search for some keywords at night, such as the word "supernatural" and the entrance will appear."
"That's it. No wonder our live broadcast room is so awesome, but its popularity has never increased."
"Just relying on this, the live broadcast room can have a real popularity of 80,000 people, which is already scary."
"Oh, by the way, let me tell you guys, if you search for my name on any search platform, you can jump directly to the live broadcast room."
Jiang Ye joked with a smile, and the audience in the live broadcast room exited the live broadcast room to try it, and it turned out to be possible!
But just as the audience was laughing, the phone rang.
"Beep...beep..."
Jiang Ye looked at the caller ID and confirmed that it was Sister Chen's call, and then said to the live broadcast room: "After the broadcast this morning, I received a call from the taxi driver, Sister Chen, and now she calls again. Let’s listen to Sister Chen’s story.”
"Really, that's good... I'm still worried that the elder sister is in some danger!"
"Hurry up, anchor, don't keep that eldest sister waiting!"
Jiang Ye answered the call, but as soon as he answered the call, he heard a childish girl's voice.
"Hey, uncle, is this you? Uncle, my name is Chenchen, and I am my mother's daughter."
Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment when he heard some sneaky voices on the other end of the phone. He also wanted to say, of course I know you are your mother's daughter!
"Hello Chenchen, why are you calling? Where is your mother?"
"Shhh...Uncle, I'm in the bathroom right now. Mom is asleep and hasn't woken up yet. I heard everything you said during the day."
Jiang Ye suddenly understood and said with a smile: "Okay, then Chenchen, you must have something very important to tell me, right? And your mother may not tell me about this."
"Yes, but there is one person that my mother never wants to tell anyone. Today I heard the question you asked my mother. What I can tell you is that my father passed away last year."
Chenchen's voice on the other end of the phone didn't sound very happy or sad, but for a little girl in second grade, her calmness made people think she was pretending to be strong.
The thoughts of children today are far more complex than those of people in the past.
Jiang Ye was silent for a second or two and said, "Have you seen your father after his death? How did your father pass away? Was it an accident?"
"I never knew how my father went to heaven. My mother lied to me at first. But I am already over eight years old. How could I believe someone who said he went to a far, far away place? Oh, by the way, I forgot. Tell uncle my dad is a writer!"
"Oh? Then your father is quite powerful. Has he written many famous works?"
Jiang Ye is always like this. When you talk to him, he really starts talking, regardless of the fact that he is live broadcasting and there are a bunch of viewers waiting for interesting information.
"Hmm... I don't know if my father's works are very famous, but his works often appear in some magazines. There are also stories he wrote that I never dared to read before, because everything he wrote was... It’s...a ghost story!”
Hearing this, the viewers in the live broadcast room were not surprised, but their eyes lit up.
This incident actually involved a writer of ghost stories?
"So that's it. Then Chenchen, can you see if your mother is awake? Give her the phone and I'll talk to her."
"Wait a minute, uncle, what I want to tell you is not over yet. My father disappeared suddenly. I asked my mother many times why my father left? She refused to tell me, but then there was always something in my schoolbag. There will be some papers that I have never put away.”
Chenchen hurriedly called out to Jiang Ye. Hearing this, Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes and asked, "What kind of paper is it?"
"There are many stories written on the paper. Each story is so short that I even don't recognize many of the words. However, there are some stories that I can understand. Those stories are really... so scary!"
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