Super thriller live broadcast

After finishing my opening remarks, I picked up my phone and walked deeper into the school.

"They broadcast thirteen hours a day, but you broadcast five hours every three days, and you still have the nerve to act like this. Don't let me know your home address!"

"Whoever takes a taxi to go and fuck the anchor, I will reimburse him/her the travel expenses."

"It's time to calm down. Anchors are also human beings, and they also have birth, old age, illness and death. We have to understand."

"I understand your sister! People are dead, and you are still looking at a chicken!"

Teletubbies died of murder and rewarded 99 coins in the super thriller live broadcast room: "Anchor, don't care about other people's words, I will always support you, I am your loyal little fan girl!"

"Damn it, there are girls in such a live broadcast room with no limits?"

"I think there may be a traitor among us!"

The barrage went by very quickly, and I paid special attention to the two IDs Wan Daochang and Qingchengshanxia Liu Banxian, but they didn't seem to be online today.

According to the practice of previous live broadcasts, I should first introduce to you the basic situation here. However, the information given before the start of this live broadcast has little to do with the live broadcast venue of the underworld show. I really can’t think about it. Understand why matters between a couple would involve medical school.

In my opinion, the only connection between them is what the man said at the end of the phone call. His wife wakes up every morning with the smell of formalin in her mouth, and formalin is the most A common place is the medical school, and its function is simple and clear, that is, soaking the corpse to prevent decay.

There were too few clues to figure it out, so I had to go to the admission area and investigate step by step.

The entire West Campus covers a very large area, and there are four buildings in it. I don't know their specific functions. Just looking at the degree of dilapidation, it seems to be even more dilapidated than Xinhu High School.

As I struggled to move forward in the bushes that were half as tall as a man, I looked around and felt like something was slowly approaching, but even with my tracking eyes, I found nothing.

"There is an option to protect living people in the optional tasks of the underworld show, so I should meet other people tonight. It seems that if I want to have a deeper understanding of the whole story, I must first find a living person besides me. "It was pitch black, and the lights on the campus had already been turned off. I looked at the surrounding environment and felt a little unsure: "Which normal person would come to a place like this at night?"

"Bang!"

I was so engrossed in thinking that I didn't pay attention to my feet. I stepped on the wrong foot and half of my body sank.

"Tunnel?" I grabbed the edge of the hole with both hands and looked inside. The tunnel was very narrow and could only accommodate two people passing side by side. Although the ventilation effect was good, the pungent smell of formalin could still be smelled inside.

"This road is built underground. It goes straight up and down. What is it used for?" There was actually a tunnel under the closed campus of the medical school. I was a little curious, so I lay on the ground and stuck my head into it and looked around.

The deep darkness was like a monster's open mouth. I took out my phone and shined a light inside, but I didn't see anything strange. It was just that a little light seemed to be reflected when I shined it to the left.

"In addition to mirrors, metal, and animal eyes, what can reflect light in the dark. What could be that flashed by just now?" I put away my phone, memorized the location of the hole, and then continued to walk forward to the first building. Building door.

This is a four-story experimental building. The walls are severely peeled off and the door is locked. However, a window on the back of the building was smashed.

A brick was thrown among the broken glass on the ground, as if to tell others that it was the culprit.

"The person who smashed the window must be a girl." There was a piece of fabric with butterfly lace hanging on the glass residue on the window edge. I carefully took it off and put it in front of my eyes: "The fabric is damp and has a faint smell of formalin. It looks like It doesn’t look like it was just ripped off.”

I entered the building through the window. Compared with the dilapidated surface outside, the inside seemed orderly and everything was neatly placed.

"Someone came in one step ahead of me."

There were dirt and grass seeds scattered on the ground inside the house, as well as a shoe print and a footprint.

I carefully avoided the marks on the ground, squatted down, and observed carefully.

"Strange, why is this footprint bigger than the shoe print?" I gestured with my hand. The length of the shoe print was only 29 centimeters, but the length of the footprint was 32 centimeters.

"Before me, two different people should have entered from here. One of them may be the owner of the lace, and the other..." I looked at the thirty-two centimeter long footprints, and a question arose in my mind: "He Why don’t you wear shoes?”

Picking up the black suitcase, I gently opened the door of the room. There was no one in the corridor outside. Just this kind of silence can make people feel panicked.

After walking out of the room, I slowly moved forward along the corridor, turned a corner, and suddenly saw a black figure standing in the middle of the corridor.

I held my breath, pressed my body against the wall, and used my cell phone camera to observe his situation.

After waiting for three full minutes without moving, the black figure still maintained its original posture.

"There's something wrong." I held the suitcase and approached quietly. If the other party made any move, I would throw the suitcase out without hesitation.

The outline of the human figure became clearer and clearer. It was only when I walked closer that I saw clearly that it was just a human body model.

"Who moved the model to the middle of the corridor? What's the point of doing this?" Ever since the live broadcast at Xinhu High School, I have an innate fear of these model dolls.

"You should lie aside and rest." I laid the model doll flat on the corridor and continued to move forward to the stairs.

"And the basement?" The repeated steps leading to the ground floor disturbed me more than the steps leading upstairs.

It's better to go upstairs. If you encounter a situation that cannot be solved, the worst case scenario is to jump out of the window. But if there is a problem in the basement, once the escape route is blocked, it will be impossible to escape.

I was hesitating which direction to look in first, when there was a soft sound in the basement.

It wasn't loud, but it was so quiet in the building that I could hear it clearly.

"It seems like metal fell on the ground." I raised my phone and walked underground.

The building structures underground and above ground are completely different. The corridors are wide and the walls on the ground are all covered with white porcelain tiles.

"This feels a bit like a human laboratory in a movie." After walking more than ten meters along the wall, I noticed that there was an occasional bright light flashing through the iron door at the end of the corridor.

I groped to the side of the iron door, and a cold air made me shiver. I looked inside and saw a faint light swaying between the experimental tables, like a will-o'-the-wisp.

I put my suitcase outside the door and crept in with only my phone.

Passing through a row of experimental tables, the temperature inside the room is several degrees lower than outside. I have also found the source of the light.

It was a woman with very long hair, and the light came from her hands, illuminating her entire face in a dead white color.

I followed her around the house and finally stopped in front of a sliding door in the back room.

The figure spent a lot of effort to open the door. When the heavy sliding door was opened, a strong smell of formalin wafted through the entire room.

"What's hidden behind that door?" I frowned. I once heard a friend who studied forensic medicine say that when he took an anatomy test class for the first time, he wore three layers of masks but still couldn't stand the smell. Today I That’s a deep understanding.

The woman pushed the door halfway open and stepped in. I covered my mouth and nose and stayed outside for a while before following her in.

Inside the sliding door is a huge sink. Other than that, there is nothing and no place to cover it.

So as soon as I entered, I bumped into the woman very awkwardly. She was holding a mobile phone lighting in one hand and dragging something with a rope in the other hand.

When their eyes met, the woman was so frightened that she almost fell into the sink.

"Plop!" The water splashed. Although she grabbed the end of the rope to stabilize her body at the last moment, the cell phone in her palm fell into the sink.

"My cell phone!" She stood nearby anxiously, but was unwilling to reach out to fish it out in the sink.

I thought it was abnormal, so I lowered my head and glanced into the sink.

In the water tank that had been treated with anti-corrosion, several lifelike corpses with different expressions were soaking in a twisted shape!