Super thriller live broadcast

I pondered the words of the interviewer at the Underworld Show, trying to analyze something useful, but the other person’s words were impeccable and did not allow me to find any clues.

"When will the ninth live broadcast start? What does the live broadcast equipment upgrade mean? The last task has been completed. I have the right to ask you questions once. Can I use it now?" I don't know when the interviewer will hang up the phone. , he spoke out all the questions in his mind.

"Don't be impatient. The new live broadcast task has been temporarily postponed. Now please come to Wudeng Road. I want to hand over some things to you in person. Remember, don't bring any living things. You can only come alone." After I finished speaking, the interviewer hung up the phone without giving me a chance to continue asking.

"The live broadcast has been postponed. Now you want me to go to the road without lights?" I haven't forgotten the weird experience on the road without lights last time. I haven't understood the tips the old lady gave me about the show in the underworld: "When soldiers come, they will be blocked, and when water comes, they will be blocked." Tuyi, maybe this time I can reveal the mystery of the underworld show.”

I found some change from the house and put it on me. I asked Bai Qi to stay and look after the house while I took a taxi and left with my large-screen mobile phone.

The journey was not uneventful. Before the taxi had driven far, I realized that I was being followed.

"A member of the Jiang family? Or a member of the police?" I was acquitted in the first instance. Now my identity is sensitive. Many eyes in Jiangcheng are staring at me, hoping that something will happen to me.

I had to change to two taxis before I could get away from the pursuer. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when I arrived in the old town.

After paying the fare, I got into the intricate alleys of the old city. Based on my previous memory, I checked old houses one by one and found the department store I had been to twice.

The store door was closed, and a faint firelight could be seen through the crack in the door.

Standing in front of the store, the weather has entered autumn, and the street wind is somewhat cool.

I didn’t bother the papermaker in the house, but used the department store as a benchmark to recall the path I took last time.

"It should be this direction." After wandering on the unlit road for a long time, until I was completely lost and lost my sense of direction, several familiar nursery rhymes suddenly sounded in my ears: "Grandma?"

He turned around and saw that there was no one at the end of the street. He walked looking for the sound and saw several dilapidated buildings in front of him.

"No. 43, No Light Road, No. 44, No Light Road..." The old awning was crumbling in the wind. I opened the door and entered the house.

I took out my mobile phone for lighting. Unlike last time, this time I felt a wave of cold air pouring into my body from the soles of my feet as soon as I entered the house, as if I had entered two completely different worlds.

"Is this underworld show really built in the underworld?" The old floorboards made a creaking sound, and I walked around the house to find the way to the underground.

The broken wooden handrail must have been a few years old. My eyes fell on the cracks in the cracked floor. There were corpses of insects buried underneath. I couldn't tell their names. They looked weird and were numerous.

When we arrived at the fourth underground floor, it was pitch black all around. The only light source was the dim light emitted from the screen of my mobile phone. I was like a lonely soul walking on the road to hell with a lantern, unable to see clearly behind me or the way ahead.

Touching the rotten door, I looked at the door number: "441, 442, 443..."

Before I reached room 444, I just passed my hand across the door of room 443. Unexpectedly, the door of this room was unlocked. With a little force, the door panel was opened by a small crack.

"This house is adjacent to the underworld show. Are there any other secrets hidden inside?" I took my phone to the door and held it against the crack of the door to look in. The room was dark, and there was a faint sound of wind blowing. It seemed that there were many Shadows were moving around.

"Moldy carpets, tables and chairs, huge bookcases, and graffiti on the wall, blood-red graffiti?" I tried my best to turn the angle, trying to see the paintings on the wall clearly, but my arms were hard, and the door was pushed unknowingly. Open one finger wide.

I raised my phone to shine, and as soon as I put my face towards it, a paper face suddenly appeared behind the door!

Pale white cheeks, with a paper man's unchanging smile.

He appeared so suddenly that I panicked, took a few steps back, and dropped my phone on the ground.

The face was stuck in the crack of the door, looking at me. The paper mask obscured his true expression. He struggled to stretch out the door with one hand. His light gray arm seemed to have become pathologically pathological due to not seeing sunlight for a long time. .

He held the door tightly with his fingers and seemed to be trying his best to escape from the room. Soon his neck was stretched out, but it didn't last long. About a second or two later, a very horrifying scene appeared.

Several pairs of hands of different lengths and thicknesses stretched out from the room, grabbed the man's body, and dragged him back to the room. The man struggled hard, and his body's reaction was very different from the smiling paper mask on his face. It looked like Very weird.

In the end, the man did not escape, but just when his head was pressed back into the room, the man knew there was no chance, so he took the initiative to loosen his grip on the door and threw a small ball of paper out.

"Bang!"

After the door was closed, there was no more abnormal sound in the room, as if what I just saw was an illusion.

Picking up the phone, I tried pushing the door, but this time it was locked.

"What did he throw out just now?" I searched carefully and found the crumpled paper next to a dead insect. Out of curiosity, I stood in the corridor and opened the paper.

"Is there writing on it?"

Several beautiful fonts caught my attention. They were written crookedly, as if they were written with eyes closed, and some of the fonts overlapped.

"Save me, Xia Chi, save me."

It was just six words with no punctuation in the middle. After reading it, I felt my scalp numb: "Xia Chi? Xia Qingzhi's brother, hasn't he disappeared? Has he been imprisoned here all this time?"

I tried to segment these six words and came up with two different meanings.

The first type is that the man is asking for help. He knows that Xia Chi can save him, so the word Xia Chi is specially written in the letter for help.

Another meaning is that that person is Xia Chi himself. He knows that if he names his name in the letter for help, someone will come to save him.

I placed the paper ball close to my body and had no plans to rescue him for the time being. Now that I was breaking up with the underworld show, I was undoubtedly courting death.

Standing in the dark and empty corridor, I shuddered and pushed open the door of room 444.

There was no change in the layout of the room. I looked at the large, peeling paint characters of the Underworld Show, took a deep breath and entered the compartment.

The temperature is getting cooler, and behind this door is where my live broadcast begins.

"Mr. Gao, you have passed all eight assessments. Congratulations on officially becoming the anchor of the underworld show." Three examiners wearing paper masks sat side by side on one side of the birthday table.

The second time I dealt with them, I was able to maintain the most basic composure. I glanced up and down, trying to find flaws in their clothing and appearance: "Tell me, why did you call me here for delaying the live broadcast task this time?"

"After the live broadcast of the assessment is completed, we have no way of knowing what you will encounter in the future, and many restrictions on you will also be broken."

"Restrictions? What do you mean?"

The examiner sitting in the middle gently held the paper mask: "For example, when the live broadcast ends."

Another examiner next to him began to add: "During the live assessment, you only need to ensure that you survive until dawn, and the live broadcast will end successfully. But after the real live broadcast begins, if you cannot complete the task entrustment, the live broadcast will not stop. No matter day or night, you can die at any time."

"It's bad news right from the start." I frowned and thought: "If my live broadcast commission is not completed this time, but I survive until the next live broadcast starts, will the two live broadcasts be entangled?"

"I'm sorry to tell you that even if you can survive until the second live broadcast starts, the commission from the previous live broadcast will not stop. You will live broadcast two commissions at the same time. The mission will not be terminated until you die." Examiner The combination of the cold tone and the smile on the face of the paper man looked a bit stiff and weird, which reminded me of a bank lobby manager.

The ominous premonition in my heart slowly became reality, and I forced myself to calm down: "Are there any other changes?"

The interviewer nodded slightly and took out a box from under the birthday table: "The contents inside are the new live broadcast tools we provide you..."