Super thriller live broadcast

The new young man appeared very timid, and I could clearly see that his calves and shoulders were shaking.

The flashlight flickered in the hall, and the young man was in a state of high tension. He pauses for a moment every time he takes a step and is very cautious, but this kind of caution is only relative to ordinary people. In my eyes, his performance is full of loopholes.

If I wanted to, I could easily approach him and launch a surprise attack.

"He shouldn't be a show host." I don't understand why these people who have nothing to do with the show game gather here. Tonight's live broadcast is becoming more and more confusing.

The young man did not find what he was looking for on the first floor. He walked towards the second floor with a flashlight. The writer and I were hiding at the corner of the stairs, with the distance between us not more than five meters. However, even so, that The "cautious" young people are still unaware of me and the writer.

After being tapped on the shoulder, the writer reached out to me: "Go out and tell him. I look different from ordinary people, so I'm afraid I'll scare him."

"You are quite considerate." The two parties were getting closer and closer. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, I slowly walked out of the hiding place and whispered to the young man: "Stop! The hospital is an important place, and no one is allowed to enter."

A figure suddenly appeared in the corridor that was thought to be deserted. The young man was completely unprepared and threw the flashlight directly and shouted.

The light flashed a few times in the dark building, and then stopped at my feet. The young man was hurriedly trying to get the flashlight, but he didn't dare to get close. He took several steps back, leaning against the wall, his chest heaving, and he was panting. He was so angry that it took him a while to calm down.

"Don't get excited, we don't mean any harm." My voice was not loud, and I deliberately slowed down my speaking speed. But even so, the young man was still frightened.

"Don't come here!" He leaned against the wall and pulled it two or three times before taking off his backpack. He hurriedly opened the zipper and took out a fruit knife from it. He held it in his hand and waved it in a decent manner. .

This clumsy move actually made me relax my guard. I raised my hands to indicate that he had nothing in his hands: "Put down the knife, be careful not to hurt yourself."

I picked up the flashlight and walked slowly towards the young man. His muscles tightened and he was holding the fruit knife. His pupils danced with my steps.

"Take it, don't throw it away again." I handed the flashlight to the young man, and he didn't dare to look at my face until now.

"You, you're not a ghost, are you?"

"Remove that word, how could I be a ghost? Look, I still have a shadow." I tried my best to appear kind.

The young man did not dare to take over the flashlight and kept a certain distance from me. I even suspected that if he had not forced himself into a blind corner, he would have escaped by now.

"Are you really not a ghost? Then why do you appear here at night? And you are wearing such a scary mask?" His voice was trembling, as if he thought I was lying to him.

I reached out and touched my face. I have been wearing the mask of the Good and Evil Shura for a long time, and I have become accustomed to it. I almost forgot that I am still wearing the mask.

"I am a psychic anchor, and this mask is the effect of the program." I told the young man what I had told the writer again. He was very suspicious, and I almost broke my tongue before he believed it.

"That's it." He looked like he suddenly understood, and took the flashlight from my hand, but did not put away the fruit knife: "I thought you were coerced like me."

"Coercion?" The writer hiding behind me came out of the darkness: "Who would coerce you into this hellish place? You can't even make up lies."

"Who is this?" When the young man saw the writer, he couldn't help but hold the fruit knife tightly. From his perspective, the writer's appearance was indeed a bit scary.

I coughed twice and introduced him: "This is the famous first author of horror and suspense novels - Corpse Face."

"Corpse body and human face..." The young man read it several times and shook his head: "I've never heard of it. Sorry, I don't read horror novels. I'm very timid and hate those things."

"Haven't you read Diary of a Wife Killer? You should have heard people around you talk about it, right?" The writer completely put himself into the identity of Master Wang. If I hadn't seen the real Master Wang, I would have been deceived by his superb acting skills.

"No, don't get too close to me." The young man frowned and stared at me and the writer, his face ugly. He suddenly pointed the knife at me and said without warning: "Take off the mask and let me see your Face!"

"Take off the mask? Didn't I tell you? This is all the effect of the show."

In order to win the trust of the young man, I casually took off my mask. What I didn't expect was that this kid suddenly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and pressed the shutter on me and the writer.

"I've already taken pictures of you two. Don't try to do anything to me. If something happens to me, my friend will immediately go to the police with the pictures!" He held his cell phone and was very imposing.

The blood redness in my eyes flashed away, but I said nonchalantly: "Are you suffering from paranoia?"

"Boy, I'm warning you, don't send the photos out randomly. The writer needs to maintain a sense of mystery. If you don't want to get sued, you'd better be honest."

Unlike me, the writer threatened directly, but the young man didn't care: "If I survive tonight, the photos will be deleted, but if something happens to me tonight, you won't be able to feel better!"

There was a hint of hostility in the young man's words. This hostility was not directed at anyone. It was just because he was too nervous and afraid, which led to too much pressure, so he resisted everyone.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere. I was afraid that the young man's shouting would attract other people, so I waved to the two of them: "Let's go to the ward first. It's not safe outside. There are people hiding in the hospital."

When it came to their own safety, the writer and the young man stopped arguing and followed me back to the first ward on the second floor.

Close the door, turn on the emergency lights, and cover the lights with a towel.

The three of us stood on three sides of the room, distrusting each other.

"There is still a long time before dawn. We may not know what dangers we will encounter here. Cooperation is good for everyone."

"I agree."

The writer and I were on the same side. The young man thought for a while and silently put away the fruit knife: "I agree too."

I looked at the young man carefully with the help of the light in the room. He was about 20 years old and looked like he was about to go to college. However, his mental state was very bad, his hair was messy, and his eyes were bloodshot.

What stimulation did this kid seem to have received before coming here? I withdrew my gaze, put on the mask again, and then said: "My name is Xia Chi, you can call him a writer. You know the reason why the two of us are here. Since it is cooperation, now is it right? Is it time to tell you why you are here?"

The young man hesitated for a minute or two before making up his mind and speaking: "My name is Chen Mo, and I am a student of Jiangcheng Medical College."

"Jiangcheng Medical College?" I was stunned. My sixth live broadcast was held there, and I also received the Divine Doctor: "I don't feel very good about that school."

The young man ignored me. The memory just now seemed to deepen his fear. He grabbed his hair unconsciously and said in a hoarse voice: "The specific reason why I came here starts from two days ago. A person from our department An old professor fell ill in class. My roommate and I carried him out of the anatomy room. It was nothing. But when we returned to the dormitory, my roommate mysteriously took out a note and said that the old professor had dropped it in his pocket. What came out looked like a prank played by some student. I was very curious, so I read the contents on the note with him."

After the young man finished speaking, he took out a crumpled light yellow note from the compartment of his backpack: "Do you want to read it? I declare in advance that this is a curse."

The paper was yellowed and had moldy spots on it, as if it was from a long time ago.

The writer and I looked at each other and both moved closer. We saw a few ugly Chinese characters written crookedly on the note, like ghostly symbols.

"You don't have much life left. Now go to the junction of the western suburbs of Jiangcheng and Xinhu City. There is an abandoned hospital called Jianghu Cancer Research Institute. I need you to help me go to the central operating room and the seventh floor of the diagnosis and treatment building. Take out my death certificate and birth certificate from the morgue on the ground floor of the third ward. If you don’t go there, you will be responsible for the consequences.”