Super thriller live broadcast

Tonight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. I looked out the car window and saw that the road was covered with light silver frost, and the moonlight was like water, which made my heart feel a little desolate.

"Anchor, we have arrived at the lightless road." The balding uncle stopped the car at the intersection, "Can I take you in?"

"The road inside is difficult, so you don't have to worry about me." I took out the fare and handed it to the balding uncle, but he waved his hand repeatedly.

"You keep the fare, and I will reward you as an uncle in your live broadcast room. It's very hard for you to do live broadcasts. You leave early and come back late. You will also be insulted by all kinds of trolls who have eighteen generations of ancestors. They greet the whole family and relatives. Sometimes uncle I'm all fighting for you, and I want to beat those incompetent guys to death." The uncle's palm passed across his "slightly" bald forehead, and it felt like he was scolding Fang Qiu to point out the country.

I smiled and insisted on keeping the fare: "You must accept this money, otherwise if I have an accident today, you will be implicated."

Putting the fare on the passenger seat, I opened the car door and looked at the dilapidated old city. Today, with the city's large-scale expansion and re-planning of new areas, this is the only place where the people of Laojiang City have their roots.

"Anchor! Add WeChat and keep in touch in the future." Uncle Xie Ding also ran out of the car after me, holding his two mobile phones: "Quankou, WeChat, I also have a Momo account, how about we communicate with each other?" Pinky?"

"Brother, it won't do you any good to get too involved with me. Again, don't watch my live broadcast again." I smiled bitterly: "Actually, many of the scenes you saw in the live broadcast are not fictitious. Most of them are real, the bloody corpses, the crazy perverts, and the ghosts who have been following behind for some time.”

"I understand. I know this in my heart. This is the inside story of your industry." The Xieding uncle seemed to be silent and said, "It's what you say it is, okay? I want it." A WeChat account isn’t too much, right?”

Ordinary people will probably never believe my words before they have experienced real horror. I obviously give advice at the beginning of every live broadcast, but no one ever takes it to heart.

Unable to bear the nagging of the balding uncle, I revealed my WeChat account and added him as a friend.

"Peak happiness? Anchor, your name is very manic!"

"Brother, let's go quickly. I still have business to do." In fact, adding Uncle Shading as a friend is also of great benefit to me. When I am in a situation and cannot get out of trouble, I can ask him for help. Consider the whole thing from an outsider's perspective.

There are only two things that worry me. First, I am afraid that my uncle will leak my information. Second, I am afraid that he will be targeted by the underworld show or other enemies because he has too much involvement with me. Jiang Chen could play him to death in various ways.

After walking more than ten meters, I turned around and saw that the taxi was still parked in the same spot. The balding uncle had opened the front hood and was looking around.

"What's going on? Wasn't the road going well when I came here?" Although I was confused, I didn't take it too seriously and walked quickly into the unlit road.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, the intricate alleys are already dark. Most of the residents here are authentic old Jiangcheng people and rarely have the habit of going out late at night.

The moonlight shines on the ground. Although there are no lights in the alley, it does not have much impact on me. I have become accustomed to the darkness after many live broadcasts.

Walking deeper into the alley, I found the department store I saw when I first came to the unlit road according to my previous memory.

The rolling shutter door is half open, and you can vaguely see the paper house spirit horse and the wreathed longevity Buddha inside.

Knocking on the door of the store, I squatted down and entered the store: "Excuse me."

In the room, there is an old man over seventy years old sitting on a recliner, turning his hands and tying paper goods. His profession used to have a special name - paper tying maker.

I came to visit late at night, and the old man just looked up at me, and then continued busy with the paper work in his hands: "Are you here to return the umbrella?"

After being reminded like this, I remembered that when I first arrived at No Light Road, it was dark and rainy outside, and the old man had lent me a black umbrella for visiting graves during the Qingming Festival.

"Old man, I lent that umbrella to someone else. How about you make a price and I compensate you?"

I was about to take money out of my pocket, but the old man waved his hand to stop me: "I don't want your money, and you don't have the money I want."

"What do you mean by that?" I suddenly felt that the old man's words were somewhat mysterious, and his eyes narrowed slightly, so I left in no hurry.

After the old man finished the paper work in his hands, a fat and white female doll appeared in his hands. It had not been colored yet, so it looked quite scary: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying. I will lend you an umbrella." If it’s for the dead, you have to give me money, and you have to give me the money for the dead.”

It always felt a little weird when an old man read out a poem at this time. I smiled helplessly: "Old man, I don't have money for dead people. I lent your umbrella to a crazy old lady. She was in the alley that night." I was looking for my little grandson. I thought it was pitiful that she had no one to rely on, so I gave her the umbrella."

The old man took out an old box from under the wooden table. When he opened it, there were various watercolors inside. Different from the pigments made from modern chemical raw materials, these pigments have a strange smell, and it is unknown what they were ground and prepared from.

"If you can't pay it back, forget it. Why make up a crazy old lady who didn't exist?" The old man used a brush dipped in paint to color the paper doll. His technique was skillful and his painting skills were excellent.

"Old man, everything I said is true." I told the old man everything about my encounter with the crazy old lady, but his reaction was flat, as if he was a deep pool of water that could never be seen to the bottom.

"I have lived in the old city for fifty or sixty years and have never seen the crazy old lady you mentioned. We don't have such a person here." The old man finished the paper doll while he was talking. He moved lightly and stretched the inside of the doll. Bamboo sticks, hanging by the door.

Compared with the first time, the old man's attitude towards me has improved a lot, which makes me think it is an opportunity.

The old man has lived on the road without lights for decades and must know this place better than I do.

"Old man, you have lived on Wudeng Road for so long. Have you heard any rumors?" I organized my words and carefully asked without offending the old man: "There are many legends about your place on the Internet. What about street lights?" It will definitely break down the next day after you install it, and an electric car will suddenly run out of power when passing by you late at night. The most terrifying thing is that if you get lost in an alley at night, and you meet someone occasionally, it may not be a human being."

After hearing what I said, the old man put down the paper work in his hand and looked at me lightly: "The person I met is not a human being, what could it be?"

When he asked this question, I didn't know how to say it: "I just heard it from hearsay, so please don't be angry."

"Those things on the Internet are all random fabrications. There are no street lights here at night because the wiring is old. In addition, it is a place that is about to be demolished, so no one has come forward to repair it. The urban area is comprehensively planned, and the old city is a key demolition project. This Jiangcheng Soon we won’t be able to call it Jiangcheng anymore.” The old man sighed, and put the brush on the wooden box: “Times have changed. I have been tying paper all my life, and now I hope that on the day I leave, someone can tie it for me. "

"Old man, you are in good health and you will definitely have no problem living to be a hundred years old."

"Come early, come late, come sooner or later. Leave early, leave late. Sooner or later, you have to leave." The old man looked at me pointedly: "I don't need you to return the umbrella. Go and do what you should do."

"What should I do?" I clasped my hands and said, "I hope you will make it clear."

"Only you know what you should do. I'm just an old man tying up paper. I have half my foot in the coffin. How can I give you clear instructions?" After saying this, the old man stood up, looked at the clock on the wall, and lit two candles. Pewter, turned off the lights in the room.

He took the paper doll he had just tied up and walked to the lightless road, then lit a fire and burned the paper doll to ashes: "Send the soul away!"

The old man's voice had a peculiar charm to it. After the ashes were scattered in the wind, he patted me on the shoulder: "You should come to the road without lights less often. People die as if the lights go out. There is no life on the road without lights." People."

After he finished speaking, he coughed twice, bent down and returned to the house, closing the store door.

"There are no people alive on the road without lights?" I was isolated in the complicated alley, and I could no longer tell which road I took when I came here.