Super thriller live broadcast

Fortunately, it was dark and the blood stains on the equipment were not obvious, otherwise I would not be able to explain it clearly.

After sending the balding uncle back to the adult shop, I lay on the bed and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. I finally squinted until dawn and had a nightmare about being imprisoned in a deserted village hotel by a female ghost.

With two dark circles under my eyes, I opened the door of the store. No matter the situation was good or bad, business still had to be done.

I made myself a cup of strong tea and sat at the computer desk. I sorted out what happened last night and recorded it in written form on the computer. This is a habit I developed many years ago. This kind of detailed memory helps Think carefully to prevent missing important clues.

The fresh morning breeze blew into the house, the curtain of the military coat was opened, and a vibrant, young and lovely girl sneaked in.

"Xia Qingzhi, aren't you going to class today?" My thoughts were interrupted, and I looked at the girl weakly.

"It's still early, let's stop by and take a look. How's it going? Is there any progress with brother's affairs?"

Xia Qingzhi's expectant eyes made me unable to bear to tell the truth. Looking at her bulging chest, bah, looking at her rosy cheeks, I turned the computer screen aside: "Last night, I followed the address in the card. I personally went to the Underworld Show on Lightless Road and found some traces about your brother. At least now I can be sure that you are not lying and your brother did exist."

"Then...do you know where he is now?"

"This needs further investigation. I need time." I took the egg-filled pancakes that the girl was carrying and had a thrilling night. When I smelled the fragrance, my stomach started to growl.

"Hey! That's my breakfast!"

"Next time, put less lettuce and add more chili..."

After Xia Qingzhi left, I opened the suitcase I brought from the underworld show, wiped the blood stains on the live broadcast equipment with a rag, and started playing with it.

The selfie stick and camera were nothing to see, but the large-screen mobile phone caught my attention.

I plugged in the charger and waited for five minutes before turning it on. There were only three solitary icons on the nearly eight-inch screen, a phone book, a mailbox, and a pattern that was a black and white photo of myself!

Clicking on this strange app, a line of text appeared on the screen: There are still 12 hours and 30 minutes until the task is released.

"Don't mention it, the technological content of these fake equipment is quite high." I turned to look at the electronic clock on the wall. It was now 7:30 in the morning, which means that the mission of the underworld show will be released at 8 o'clock tonight.

"Again at night?" I seemed to smell the smell of conspiracy. This time I couldn't rush over blindly, I had to be fully prepared.

Taking out my mobile phone, I found a familiar number in my frequently used contacts list.

"Hey, Ergouzi, we have work."

The sound of bottles exploding and women's screams came from the other side of the phone. It took a long time before someone answered the phone: "Brother Jian, I'm a little busy right now. Please keep your story short."

"Okay Ergou, do you know how to use idioms?" The young man on the other side of the phone is named Chen Ergou, nicknamed Ergouzi. He dropped out of school at the age of fourteen and became a gangster. He came to my store three years ago to collect protection money. I tied him up, hung him up, gave him electric shocks and educated him for half an hour. Then I realized my conscience and turned around and became an informant.

In our industry, people from all walks of life come into contact with each other. Informants provide information and do things for me. I will provide a certain amount of remuneration accordingly, and everyone gets what they need. It is a kind of alternative transaction.

"I'm currently investigating a supernatural disappearance case, and I need you to help me get something that can deal with spirits."

"Brother Jian, the police are coming soon. If you want to tell a story, can you wait until tonight? Draft it! Go to hell! Hey, Brother Jian, I'm not talking about you!"

"I know it's difficult for ordinary people to understand, but this is really not a joke. Before dark, I need you to help me get some illuminated talismans or Buddhist amulets. The price is easy to negotiate, but the things must be effective."

"Brother Dog, the police are here!"

"Get out, get out, get out! Use the back door! Hey, brother Jian, I guarantee that everything will be delivered! Get out of here, remember, this Sanba Bathhouse will be my property from now on! Let's go!"

Listening to the increasingly clear siren on the phone, I couldn't help but sigh that it's great to be young.

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, a young man with a bandage on his forehead came to the adult shop.

His right hand was wrapped in plaster, and his left hand held an old wooden box.

"Brother Jian, come and inspect the goods." Ergou put the box on the table and opened it with one hand, revealing the colorful talismans and the messy exorcism tools inside: "I don't know what you want, so I just put the Tianqiao The fortune teller Liu Xiazi was kidnapped, and all these things were found from his home."

"Blind Liu?" He was warned before because he installed a camera in a hotel without permission. I met him once at the police station. That guy was just a liar pretending to be blind...

When I dug out a silver-plated cross and two long strips of garlic from the box, I was even more convinced of my idea.

"What is this? A combination of Chinese and Western? He has a wide range of interests."

Forget it, at this point, I don’t have much hope, so I can only bite the bullet and sort out the talisman papers in the box and put them in the pockets of my clothes and pants. A dead horse is a living doctor. If blind man Liu turns out to be some kind of worldly expert who hides himself in the city, then I will make a lot of money.

"Brother Jian, as long as you have nothing to do here, I'll leave first. Blind Liu is still being held captive, and I'm afraid that the brothers may not know the importance of their actions and hurt the old bones." With that, Ergou picked up the empty one. The box is ready to leave.

"Wait." The moment Ergou picked up the box, I saw a unique talisman.

This talisman paper is affixed to the bottom of the box. Because it has been so long, it has turned yellow and almost blends in with the box.

"Brother Jian, this peach wood box was handed down from Blind Man Liu's ancestors. Don't try to get rid of it, otherwise Blind Man Liu will have to fight with me." Ergou touched the plaster on his arm: "The old bones still have a few bones. Those who divide their abilities..."

After hearing what Ergou said, I felt that this box was even more extraordinary.

Also, the wooden box that looks very old doesn't even smell a bit of decay when placed in front of me. Instead, it has an indescribable charm.

"You can take away the box, but I must keep this talisman." I went to the back room to put on disposable gloves for autopsy, and I carefully peeled off the talisman paper pressed at the bottom of the box.

It's unimaginably thin, and you can't tell what material it is made of, but it's more flexible than ordinary paper.

"Brother Jian, what is written on this?"

"If I can understand, will I be sold here as human supplies?"

The two people stared at the characters on the talisman paper with big eyes and small eyes. They knew they were Chinese characters, but they just didn't understand the meaning.

Strangely enough, as soon as the charm was taken off, an unpleasant smell came from the mahogany box. Knowing that something was wrong, I gave Ergou fifty yuan and asked him to return the box quickly.

When it got dark, fully armed, I sat quietly at the table and silently looked at the clock on the wall.

"Eight o'clock!" The moment the hour hand crossed, the phone screen lit up.

There was no ringtone, no vibration, no prompt. Under the faint cold light, an unfamiliar number called.

"Hey..." The cold phone was pressed against his ear, and the only sound in the microphone was the woman's sobs, "Who are you looking for?"

The crying slowly stopped, but the feeling of terror gradually approached, as if the woman on the other side of the phone was stepping out of the phone and lying on my shoulder.

"I want to find someone." There was no emotion in the voice, as cold as a lonely tombstone in a mass grave.

"Sorry, the store only sells adult products. If you really need it, you can add me on WeChat..." I trembled to organize my words. In fact, even I didn't know what I was talking about.

"Help me find someone. He hid me under the floor, inside the wall, and behind the bathroom tub a few years ago. Find him, find him!" The voice stopped suddenly, and the phone was hung up, leaving me with endless information. speculation.

"Is this being dismembered?" He shuddered, and at the same time, an additional text message appeared in the mailbox.

"It's late at night, and the silent desire is about to explode. Pick up the phone in the guest room and reply to the ambiguous questions and answers. She is actually at the door, staring with scarlet eyes, waiting for you to call her in..."

"Live broadcast mission: Check into Room 203 of Anxin Hotel at midnight and early morning, and survive until the sun rises."

When I saw the text message on my phone, I didn’t have any luck anymore. I knew about the place in the mission. Just three months ago, a murder occurred in the small hotel built on the outskirts of the city. The deceased was a male. The condition of his death. Extremely weird.