Strange talk live room

"You help us?"

I raised my head and looked at the thin man's gloomy face.

"How can you help us? Do you want to commit suicide and turn into a ghost to show us?"

"of course not."

The thin man walked down slowly.

The fat man followed him like a loyal slave.

"We can play a game. As long as you successfully complete the game tasks, you can see the ghost as you wish."

"game?"

I squinted my eyes.

The last tip in the live broadcast room suddenly came to mind.

"Who has the courage to play an exciting game? Only the final winner has the right to make a wish."

The prompts in the live broadcast room are consistent with several ghost stories compiled by the Paranormal Research Association.

And, there are people who die in the manner of ghost story dead people.

Definitely not a coincidence.

There must be countless connections among them.

"What game? Don't tell me, it's just the Four Corners Game, Pen Fairy and the like." I said deliberately dissatisfied.

"Of course not these kids." The thin man smiled mysteriously, "This is a very exciting game, and only those who are brave are qualified to participate."

"You think I'm not brave enough?" I tilted my head.

"I don't doubt your courage. I have never seen a person like you who wants to see ghosts." The thin man looked at me with twinkling eyes, half-smiling.

"But to join the game, you have to tell me why you want to see a ghost."

"Don't talk to me about things that are there or not, I want to hear the most authentic voice."

"Otherwise, no matter how much money you give me, I won't tell you what kind of game this is."

The thin man's attitude was very firm.

"Is that so?" I scratched my head and glanced at the King of Eight, "Then it seems I can only tell the truth."

"Actually, I'm not a student of this university."

The thin man smiled: "Very good, continue."

"I hope you are mentally prepared. You may not expect my identity."

"Actually, I'm a horror novelist."

The thin man was stunned for a moment. He looked like he was ready to listen to my nonsense, but the answer I gave was still beyond his expectation.

"In order to collect materials, I travel to various haunted places all year round in order to collect the most realistic and terrifying ghost stories."

"Only through personal experience can we write the most immersive novels and give readers a better reading experience."

My expression was very serious and I pointed at the tortoise next to me.

"Of course Xiao Wang and I are not classmates, but he is actually a fan of mine."

"He told me that there were a lot of ghost stories in their school, so I came over."

"I can swear on this, Brother Ritian and I are definitely fans of Boss Li! If you lie, we will be disconnected forever from playing games and eating instant noodles without seasoning! We will be singles for the rest of our lives!"

The King of Bastards nodded very sincerely.

This oath can be said to be very vicious.

But I feel like the last one is aimed at someone.

The thin man kept looking at us.

I sighed.

"The reason why I want to see ghosts is because I have reached a bottleneck in my writing recently. I find that I can no longer write the kind of heartfelt horror."

"That might have something to do with the fact that I've never actually seen a ghost."

"Perhaps, if I experience it personally and experience the fear that comes from my soul, I can write the scariest ghost story."

"I'm just writing a novel, do I need to work so hard?" The thin man looked at me doubtfully.

"There is no way, this is professionalism, not having inspiration is a thing worse than death. Only those who have experienced it know how painful it is."

I spread my hands with a wry smile.

"Then tell me, what's the name of your novel?" The thin man squinted his eyes.

I had known that the thin man would ask, so I had been prepared.

"The title of the book is "Strange Stories of the City". You can search it online. The pen name is Fat Little Fish." I replied very calmly.

"Fat little fish?" The thin man picked up his phone and searched. "This name doesn't match your temperament. I thought you would be called a crazy pen, not a normal human being."

"You don't understand this. Such a name can give people a contrasting effect."

After the thin man finished searching, he glanced at me twice before putting down his phone.

"Okay, I believe you."

"You can join the game."

I asked sensitively: "Join? Has the game started? Who else is playing?"

"There's no rush." ​​The thin man looked at the King of Bastards, "What about you, Student Wang, do you want to join this game?"

"Forget it, he's just here to help me collect ghost story materials. He doesn't want to see ghosts as much as I do." I said first.

The king of bastards opened his mouth, but I glared back.

"That's a pity. Without one person, the game won't be so fun." The thin man said in a strange tone.

"Well, Writer Li, come with us now."

"Low-key and low-key. I never show off my true identity to others outside. Just call me Boss Li."

We went downstairs slowly.

"President, where are we going now?"

"Go to where the game begins."

"What kind of game is it? Can you tell me now?"

"Those who don't participate in the game are not qualified to listen to the rules of the game." The thin man glanced at the King of Bastards.

"Hey, I" The King of Bastards frowned angrily, "Who said anything about me?"

"Xiao Wang, please go back to your dormitory quickly. Aren't there professional exams in two days? Why don't you go back and review soon?" I looked at him seriously.

"Boss Li"

The King of Bastards looked at me and knew that I was doing it for his own good.

"Well, then you must be careful." He warned worriedly, glancing at the mobile phone hanging on my chest.

"If anything happens and you need help, we're here."

"Don't worry, I'm measured."

I smiled at him.

He looked at me again, and the two fat and thin people walked towards the dormitory.

When his figure disappeared into the darkness, the thin man waved to me.

"Let's go, Boss Li. By the time we get there, it should be almost time."

"Now that there is no one else, can you tell me the content of the game?"

"Don't worry, you will know when you get to the place."

Slender Man is very mysterious.

The fat man follows his lead and never says a word.

But the fat man's expression was a little strange, as if he was nervous and scared.

What game is it?

My curiosity was successfully raised to the maximum.

It was already past ten o'clock at night.

The lights in most of the buildings on the old campus were turned off.

Quiet is a bit eerie.

The old street lamps cast a dim light under the dense trees.

Like a monster with malicious intentions, it bent down and looked down at us passing through the campus.

Following the fat and thin people, turning left and right, I arrived at the backyard of the school.

The vegetation here is much denser.

A dark forest rustled in the wind.

The cold and moist wind blew over.

Beside the woods, there is a small oval lake.

The lake water ripples gently in the cold wind.