Super thriller live broadcast

"Hey, we are a regular live broadcast room, don't drive if you disagree!" I quickly stopped the experienced drivers who were preparing to race. I was just simulating the behavior of the deceased and had no intention of actually doing anything.

"Anchor, you are playing with fire now!"

"Don't worry, I will never do anything that violates moral and legal constraints. I know this very well."

"Well said, but why do I feel so disappointed?"

In the live broadcast room, a group of veteran drivers who did not take it too seriously were about to make a move, so I wisely decided to end this topic.

"Don't forget, the victim may not be able to control himself given his character, but his financial conditions at the time did not allow him to do anything extraordinary."

A person who is evading debts, living in fear all day long, hiding in cheap hotels in the suburbs, eating one meal after another, must be in a very bad financial situation.

Everything has returned to its starting point. What did the deceased do that night?

Suppose I were him, huddled in a spooky room, late at night, with nothing on me. In this case, would I make the choice to leave the room and go outside to have a cigarette?

"When I checked into room 203, my grandma told me not to go out no matter what noise I heard. Normally, the deceased had been told this by my grandma before he died. But what if he didn't abide by the agreement and went out late at night without permission?"

Logically speaking, the victim's death was related to going out late at night.

I looked at the watch and saw that it was not yet early in the morning. I opened the door and placed the camera at the door. I watched the live broadcast on my mobile phone. There was no one on the third floor and there was only deathly silence.

"Let's go out for a walk. Since you have decided to encounter ghosts, don't be timid." The camera was placed at the door. I looked at Room 206 opposite, thinking about the strange dead man. If I said I wasn't scared, I would definitely be lying.

"If I can enter Room 206, maybe I can find clues that the police missed." Unfortunately, this idea can only be thought about in my mind. If I rashly make such a request to the old man, I may alert the snake, because in my eyes , that old couple is also suspected of murder.

I took my mobile phone and went down to the second floor. Neither the old man with the scarred face nor the fat old lady were there. There was only a woman in her early twenties at the front desk.

She was kneeling in the corner with her back to me. Looking closely, she seemed to be worshiping a little girl who was only two or three years old.

"Excuse me, do you know where the landlord is? The TV in my house is broken."

"Televisions are inherently broken, and broken ones cannot be repaired."

"Oh, what you said makes sense. Only the bad ones need to be repaired."

The woman stood up and wiped the black-and-white photo of the two or three-year-old girl in front of the incense burner: "Just like people, if they break, they will never repent."

The woman kept her back to me and spoke in a low voice: "If nothing happens, please go back to the room as soon as possible. It's not peaceful here at night."

"You have successfully aroused my curiosity. By the way, is the little girl in the photo your child? I see you..."

"She is my sister. She disappeared when she was very young."

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay. I'm used to it anyway. I just hope I won't be the next one to disappear." The woman sounded a little pessimistic.

"Does Anxin Hotel only rely on the three of you to support it? Where is your man?"

"I also have an older brother who works out of town."

"Hey, life is not easy. If you need any help, just tell me." I patted my chest boldly, but my eyes never left this woman. Her body was trembling slightly, as if she was afraid of something.

"I mean everything, including asking for help, and everything you can think of." This sentence is just a test. I don't think the other party will believe a stranger unless she is desperate.

After walking around in a circle with no results, I returned to 203, closed the door, and put the camera aside.

This kind of cheap hotel that costs RMB 35 a night cannot be expected to have high protection measures. In addition to being careful about evil spirits, I also need to prevent human beings from causing trouble.

The wooden door with peeling paint looks a bit old, and the lock is loose. The style should be the most popular one in the 1980s and 1990s.

I pressed on the armrest and shook it back and forth. To be honest, such a wooden door probably couldn't withstand the strong kicks of an eight or nine-year-old naughty boy.

Put the key in your pocket and open a gap in the door. Rooms 203 and 206 are in the middle of the corridor. What's weird is that the corridor is flickering on and off. The half-dead light bulb at the stairway adds to the scary atmosphere so well that you don't need to go through it at all. Too much rendering will make people lose their desire to go out.

"I really don't know how this hotel is still open." I placed the thermos bottle sent by my short, fat grandma at the crack of the door, and placed a teacup on the lid. This was not to block the door, but to give a warning.

If someone opens the door secretly in the middle of the night, the tea cup will be knocked off. I can naturally respond promptly when I hear the noise.

Be careful, it’s not that I have persecution delusions, it’s just that the experience in the past two days has been really horrifying. I still don’t know if I am facing a human or a ghost?

There is a separate compartment next to the door, which is the bathroom. When I was inspecting the scene environment, I didn't have time to check this place because of Liu Banxian's barrage.

"I hope nothing strange will appear again." I said a poor self-hypnosis and pushed open the bathroom door.

The floor is covered with brand new ceramic tiles, and the walls are covered with clean porcelain tiles. Needless to say, the toilet and washbasin. Looking inside, under the solar water heater that has been wrapped in a bag and has not been used several times, there is a semi-fixed to the wall. on the bathtub.

"For a cheap hotel that costs RMB 35 a night, this bathroom is a bit too luxurious." Although there are no paper talisman statues, the faint light reflected on the pale porcelain pieces always has an indescribable weirdness.

The decoration and furnishings outside are still in the 1990s, but the bathroom has been renovated. Compared with the two, it feels even more out of place.

"No, it's too unreasonable." There must be a monster when something goes wrong. All the situations that violate logical thinking in the case are actually loopholes left by the perpetrator unintentionally. "Why is only the bathroom being renovated?"

After thinking for a moment, I already had an idea in my mind, "The store is hiding something by doing this. Is this bathroom also the scene of a murder?"

I found a camera, gave a general description of the situation in the bathroom, and then started looking for clues.

Time passed by, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and I was disturbed by a very low knock on the door while I was immersed in searching for clues.

I quietly came to the door and listened. When the knock came again, I lay at the crack of the door and looked out.

Through the dim light, I could only see a blurry white shadow, standing quietly at the door of room 206!

"She's knocking on the door of the room where someone died three months ago!"

The light was too dim and I couldn't see clearly. Half of my body was pressed against the door panel and I tried to keep my eyes open.

The blurry white figure looked tall and thin, with long black hair hanging on his shoulders.

"Is it a human or a ghost?"

The other party stood silently, and I felt like time had frozen. I grabbed the talisman with one hand and held up the camera with the other.

"What are you afraid of? The reason for coming here today is to bump into ghosts. If you want to expose the true face of the underworld show, you can't give in at a time like this!"

With this in mind, I let go of the talisman in my hand and slowly turned the lock. When the door lock opened, I pulled the door a little bit.

"Come on, let me see your true face, let me see what a ghost looks like!"

Just as I was about to fully open the door, the damn light bulb at the entrance of the corridor suddenly went out, and everything in front of me was pitch black. Only the cold wind from the corridor penetrated my clothes from all directions.

My back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and something seemed to be moving in the silent darkness!

The lightbulb flashed, and the brief light reappeared. At that moment, I saw a pale face with half-covered black hair approaching me quickly!

"Fuck!"

The door was pushed open, the warning thermos bottle at the door tipped over, the teacup clinked, and scalding boiling water suddenly spilled on my legs.

The slippery ground, severe pain, and unprepared for my unsteady center of gravity, my body fell backwards, holding the camera with one hand, and out of instinct, I grabbed the blurry white shadow with the other hand!

"Bang!" My body fell heavily. When I regained consciousness, I saw that I was holding half of a pure white dress in my hands. When I looked up, two long, alluring white legs were just touching it. The tip of my nose.