Super thriller live broadcast

In Mandarin, Cantonese, Korean and Japanese, the pronunciation of the number 4 is similar to the word "death", so it is often considered an unlucky number. For example, some buildings do not have 4th or 14th floors, and there is no name 4 in the Hong Kong First Ferry. There are no license plates with a single digit of 4 in Taiwan. When choosing a mobile phone number, we tend to avoid numbers ending in 4.

I didn't believe in these idealistic things before, but that night, I fell into deep thought when I looked at the house number above my head.

"Room 444."

The address on the small advertisement was completely correct. Even I couldn't believe that there was such a place in Jiangcheng.

"Want to go in?"

It's like the game has reached the final level, and I feel very complicated now.

There is no end to the pitch-black corridor, and I occasionally step on cracked rotten wood and insect corpses. What worries me even more is that this is the fourth underground floor. My phone screen goes black for no reason, and my only weapon is an 8-kilovolt anti-wolf device imported from Germany. When I stopped working, I lost all protection and had to face what was about to happen with my bare hands.

The gloomy and terrifying environment coupled with the old woman's previous acrostic poem made me frightened, and the more I thought about it, the more afraid I became.

"If everything is just a prank or an alternative variety show, then the other party's hand is a bit too big. Moreover, I paid attention everywhere and found no cameras or obvious human traces. This does not seem to be a joke."

Putting my palm on the doorknob, I imagined that when I opened the door, there would be more than a dozen cameras recording me inside, and a host in a suit and tie would give me a warm hug, holding a microphone and shouting: "Congratulations, Mr. Gao, for passing the exam." Test, this is a one million bonus for you..."

YY is happy, but reality is always sad.

"Creak", accompanied by the unpleasant sound of opening the door and flying dust, I entered the house.

"anyone there?"

Dim lights swayed overhead, the carpet exuded a musty smell, rotten tables and chairs were piled in the center of the room, and four large characters were crookedly written on the innermost wall - The Underworld Show.

There are no imaginary flashlights, cameras, or unjust ghosts with blood on their faces and heads hanging out.

The best-case scenario didn't happen, and the worst-case scenario didn't happen either. There was just an abandoned warehouse inside the door.

"Don't be careless. Since the address provided by Xia Qingzhi is true, this is probably the first scene where her brother was murdered. In other words, I am now in a room where a murder occurred."

I closed the door gently, and the flickering light bulb above my head emitted the long-lost light, and I felt a little at ease.

"Is anyone there?" The lights were on, but the furnishings in the room gave people the illusion that it had been abandoned for a long time.

I stepped on the tattered and damp carpet, and it felt very strange, as if I were stepping on hair that had solidified blood.

The floor groaned underfoot, and one or two unknown insect corpses could be seen in the occasionally exposed holes.

The tables and chairs in the center of the room were engraved with various thrilling words, and long scars were scratched by fingernails in some places. It seemed that the people who had sat there had suffered extreme torture and pain.

Walking to the very back, the four characters "Underworld Show" were painted on the wall with blood-red paint. It didn't seem like much at first, but after looking at it for a long time, I felt that there was something ferocious and weird about it.

"Ordinary pigments or paints will fall off in lumps after being left for a long time, and the color will become darker, red with brown. This seems to be a characteristic of blood..."

There was also a small door on the edge of the inner wall. After searching outside to no avail, I pushed it open out of curiosity.

"Hiss..." The temperature in the room dropped sharply. I took a breath of cold air and froze at the door.

There is a two-meter-long black tribute table in the room that is not too big, and three people are sitting side by side on the other side of the table!

They were dressed in formal attire, similar to what I thought of as radio hosts. The only thing that made me feel awkward was that these three people all wore paper masks on their faces. At first glance, I thought they were three paper puppets.

"Are you here for an interview?" The man in the middle looked up mechanically, his voice hoarse and low, like opening a rusty can.

"Yes, yes, I'm here for an interview." The three people in front of them couldn't figure out the details. Maybe they were the murderers of Xia Qingzhi's brother. They must stay calm in front of such a cold-blooded murderer.

"I accidentally saw your company's advertisement and was very interested in your underworld show. In the Internet age, I firmly believe that only innovation and differentiation can lead to success, so I want to join you." Adapt to your circumstances, borrowing money from others, in order to To enhance my persuasion, I also placed the small crumpled cards on the black tribute table.

"Interested?" The three of them looked at each other. I wonder if it was my imagination, but the paper masks on their faces seemed to reveal a chilling smile.

"It's a coincidence that you found this place, but being the anchor of the underworld show is not something that a living person can do." The masked man crossed his hands to support his chin, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Yes, of course." I kept my expression straight. I was expelled from the police academy a few years ago. I took my forged resume to almost all the human resources departments of major companies in Jiangcheng. I had already summed up my experience in dealing with interviewers. They often asked For this question, I have already looked for template answers on the Internet.

With mysterious confidence, I nodded with a smile: "You can ask."

"Name."

"Gao Jian."

"Do you have any relevant experience before? For example, have you ever broadcast live on other platforms?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have similar experience, but I have strong communication and adaptability, and my personality is very suitable for becoming an anchor." Seeking truth from facts, being honest about your shortcomings, and emphasizing your strengths are one of the interview skills. one.

"It's true, but the anchors of the underworld show are different from the anchors of other platforms. We not only need to communicate with the audience, but also need to protect ourselves and let ourselves survive..."

"Live on..." When the interviewer said these words, I found that things began to get beyond my control.

"Yes, it's very simple, just survive." The man in the middle stroked the mask on his face, making the paper man show a strange expression: "There are countless legends hidden in our city, the thirteen steps of the deserted village and abandoned school, Riding the dead man’s last bus, the face floating in the surveillance camera in the early morning, the little girl in red lingering at the door...there are too many similar legends, are they all fiction?"

"Probably..." If I had come here before, I would have said without hesitation: Yes, those are all made up.

"Wait, let me hear what you mean, do we anchors of the underworld show go to those places every day to search for ghosts and find materials?!"

"You reacted quickly. I appreciate you a little." The giggle was almost unlike that of a human being. "Don't you find it exciting to be active in the shadows of midnight and directly attack the most terrifying horrors in this city?"

"The live broadcast of scenes from ghost stories is quite interesting, and it may satisfy the psychological needs of a large number of people." I dealt with the three people in front of me, but I was actually giving up.

To be honest, I don't hate watching horror and supernatural movies, but if you want me to be the protagonist of a thriller, that's a completely different situation.

Just simply imagining that I have to dig through coffin boards at night, pry open the door of a ghost house, and maybe be chased by a bunch of spirits and ghosts makes me feel uncomfortable all over.

"Ghost story? No, no, it seems you still haven't figured it out." The masked man held his chin with his hands, and his eyes hidden under the paper man looked through me like a sharp sword: "The truth is always scarier than the story, I promise, The deepest despair you have ever experienced begins from the moment you know the truth.”

"What's the meaning?"

"The answer lies in this city. You will become a witness to another world and witness the real horror." There was no joke in the masked man's words. His tone was rigid, dull and very depressing.

"It's not like a performance..." I am now 90% sure that the underworld show is not a prank or a variety show. I seem to have gotten myself into a big trouble.

The body leans backward, and the intention to retreat arises.

But the masked man seemed to have already known what I was thinking, and I didn’t see any movement from him. The door behind him creaked, and he slowly closed it on his own: "Don't be nervous, your interview has just begun."