Horror Anchor Who Emerged From Hell

The middle-aged man who walked in was wearing a pair of glasses.

When Fang Ling saw him, she couldn't help shouting: "Director Zeng?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Zeng smiled and nodded, but soon his expression became serious and said: "Student Fang Ling, when anything happens to you, regardless of how the school responds, the premise is that you should all be there on the first day. Notify the school of your experience as soon as possible.”

Fang Ling lowered her head in fear, and Director Zeng's eyes also shifted from her to Jiang Ye.

"Hello Mr. Jiang, the school just received a call and asked us to cooperate with all your actions. I just didn't expect to hear your conversation at the door just now. I was shocked. I didn't expect that my father would actually leave it in a travel diary. Put something down.”

Jiang Ye listened to his words and asked without suspicion: "Your Majesty, have you ever been to Lanting Town?"

"I don't know if he has ever been there. My father has retired very early, but he often comes to the school because he was once one of the school's management. His favorite thing is to read in the library. , if I remember correctly, he seemed to have been to the countryside once six years ago, but he didn't tell me exactly where he went when I asked him.

"On his deathbed last year, he kept holding my hand tightly and murmuring the word "Lanting". At that time, I mistakenly thought he was talking about works such as "Lanting Preface" because my father's own academic field was archeology. But everyone knows that the original copy of "Lanting Preface" has never been found, so I mistakenly thought that my father was thinking about the national treasure and never thought about Lanting Town. "

Director Zeng was talking about the incident in his memory, and Jiang Ye asked him: "Judging from the traces of the portrait left on the book, it does look like it was many years ago. And your father also left Jingdong six years ago. He went to a place, and he never mentioned a word about that place, right?"

"Yes, he didn't tell my mother about his departure that time. When he came back, my mother kept asking questions. My father remained silent and the two of them even had a big fight about it.

"Then how can you be sure that the portrait in this travel diary is left by your father?"

"Because one of the compilers of this travelogue is my father. The 74 pages about Jingdong's travelogue were written by my father. I am not interested in these things, so I have never read it, but my father participated The works are still fresh in my memory.”

Jiang Ye did not pursue the question again, and now all the fingers were pointed at Lanting Town.

But someone in the audience in the live broadcast room asked: "Anchor, ghosts seem to be invisible in your live broadcast room, and you seem to be extremely sensitive to ghosts. Is the Faceless Man at Jingdong University now?" "

Jiang Ye shook his head: "He's not here, at least for many days. If he had still stayed at Jingdong University, I would have found him by now."

Director Zeng stood aside and said nothing. If it weren't for the words he heard at the door just now, if it weren't for his father's suspicions before his death, and if it weren't for the faceless picture in the travel book, he would even doubt those big shots who called the school just now. Do you have to have a headache to believe such a thing?

Now, he had to believe that when he was helpless, just staying and waiting for cooperation was the best choice.

"Then when your father left, did anyone know where he went? Or why he went there?"

Jiang Ye asked a question, and Director Zeng thought deeply about it, and soon he thought of someone.

"Uncle Nian."

"who is he?"

"My father's colleague at the archaeological institute has also retired. I remember when my father was buried, I asked him what Lanting meant. At that time, Uncle Nian's expression was a little strange, as if he was hesitant to speak and fearful. Incomparable.”

Director Zeng said, and couldn't help but add: "Oh, by the way, because my father holds multiple jobs at the same time, I have been particularly familiar with Jingdong University and the Institute of Archeology since I was a child.

I remember that time many people got sick. Yes, that was six years ago. "

"Director Zeng might as well elaborate on it."

"To the outside world, neither my father nor Uncle Nian knew anything about it. They also said that they had left on separate missions and were not together. But not long after they came back that time, my father, Uncle Nian, and Uncle Qin all Illness. Especially Uncle Qin, he couldn't survive that time. It was precisely because of this that my mother was afraid to ask my father about his death. The quarrel started without mentioning it.

"Does that old gentleman live in Jingdong City now?"

"Here I am."

"Then Director Zeng will immediately drive with Fang Ling to find the old gentleman. Perhaps the secret from back then can be revealed.'

Jiang Ye reminded, Director Zeng nodded and took Fang Ling out of the school.

When she got in the car, Fang Ling remained silent and had a deep haggard look on her face.

This night was very stressful, but even Jiang Ye did not expect that things would turn out to involve Jin in a mysterious incident before the end of the year.

But why was the only person who died that year was the old man named Qin?

The deeper the matter is dug, the more doubtful it becomes.

Late at night, the car drove to a large courtyard in Jingdong City, where some old public servants lived.

Director Zeng led Fang Ling all the way to one of the houses. He first dialed the number, and then an old woman came over and opened the door.

"..."Xiao Jian, why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Zeng Jian smiled and looked at the old man who was putting on his coat, and then he said, "I'm here to see Uncle Nian for something urgent."

The old woman let them in, but she still looked confused when she saw Fang Ling.

The old man's name is Nian Dachun. He used to be a staff member of the Jingdong City Archaeological Research Institute and was also a good friend of Zeng Jian's father, Zeng Changshan.

After sitting down, Nian Dachun asked: "Xiaojian, why did you come to see me this late at night?"

"Uncle Nian, do I know what happened six years ago?"

Zeng Jian (who killed Zhao) followed Jiang Ye's instructions and asked immediately.

Nian Dachun was about to carry the water glass, but when he heard his words, his movements froze in mid-air. The old woman looked even more eagerly and said, "Six years ago? Was it the time when you and your father disappeared together?"

"I told you that Lao Qin and Lao Zeng didn't go to the same place. Why don't you believe it? What happened six years ago? There weren't as many things as you said. It's not easy to live at night. , you are hoping that I will die soon, right?"

The old gentleman was so angry that he almost banged the table.

Jiang Ye didn't let Zeng Jian follow him around and said directly: "Hello, old gentleman, you must know about the psychic game? But you probably don't know that this game has been circulated in Jingdong University Town. Now, according to statistics, there are more than 100 people who have played this anti-game.”

When the old gentleman heard this, the porcelain cup in his hand dropped to the ground with a bang. .