Super thriller live broadcast

Acute myocardial infarction is the cause of death identified by forensic medicine, but no one can explain why a perfectly healthy person suddenly dies of myocardial infarction.

I found that day's newspaper, glanced at it, put it in my pocket, picked up the device and hurried out.

"I don't believe there are ghosts in the world unless... I see them with my own eyes."

In order to save time, I stopped a taxi. Coincidentally, the driver was the bald man that day.

"Hey, anchor, I met you just after I handed over the car, what a fate!"

"Anxin Hotel in the northern suburbs of the city, please drive faster." I was not in the mood to chat with anyone at this time, and my mind was filled with the task of live broadcasting the show in the underworld.

Why did they choose there? Who was the woman who called me before?

"I heard that someone died at the Anxin Hotel some time ago. Anchor, you really know how to pick a place." The uncle driver is very talkative, but he doesn't know how to read people's emotions: "This is when you meet me. If other drivers definitely don't pull you, Did you know that it has been spread on the Internet that the tenant did not die accidentally, but was frightened to death? Gee, that place is also very evil. A few years ago, someone seemed to have mysteriously disappeared there..."

The balding uncle became more and more enthusiastic as he talked. I really wanted to ask him in my conscience, have you considered my feelings?

"Uncle, my live broadcast may be different from what you imagined. Can you please let me be quiet for a while?"

"What's different? I've seen young people like you a lot. Aren't they just singing, dancing, bragging, and playing games? By the way, where did you live broadcast? Uncle went to cheer you up. .”

"Forget it, if you really see my live broadcast one day, please always remember to call the police for me, because there are many things in it that may not be the effect of the show." You cannot take the initiative to disclose the existence of the underworld show. This is the first requirement in the contract. provisions.

Sighing, I took out the eight-inch large-screen phone, looked at the three lonely icons on it, and finally clicked on the third application - the black and white photo of myself.

"Welcome to the underworld show. The live broadcast task has been released. Come and give your live broadcast room a name."

No matter what form of live broadcast, the most fundamental purpose is to attract people's attention and attract popularity. Based on this prerequisite, a name that can make people shine is naturally essential.

I recalled what the paper interviewer once said: "Don't you find it exciting to be active in the shadows of midnight and directly confront the most terrifying horrors in this city?"

"Since we are pursuing excitement, why not give it a gimmicky name?" I raised my hand and typed four words in the blank space - super scary!

"The naming is successful. Do you want to start today's live broadcast?"

After thinking for a long time, I clicked "No" for no other reason than the uncle was still in the car, so there was no need to involve him.

"Master, drive faster, I don't have much time..."

Anxin Hotel is located in the northern suburbs of Jiangcheng, next to Henshan Prison. It is sparsely populated and only a few migrant workers choose it for cheap rent.

The number of buildings on both sides gradually decreased, the bustling city was far away from me, and the hard and clean cement road turned into a bumpy and difficult dirt road.

"Anchor, have you seen that sign? That's the Anxin Hotel. Why don't you stop here? It's hard to turn around if you go further." The balding uncle parked the car on the side of the road. It seemed that he was unwilling to go there no matter what. Opened before.

I looked in the direction he pointed, and there was a three-story old building about a few dozen meters away. There was a sign on the top of the building strung with small colored light bulbs: "Women's Heart Hotel?"

"It's An. The light bulb above is probably broken." The uncle handed over a cigarette: "Take care of yourself. I heard that dirty things can't smell smoke, so I can only help you so far."

Shaking my head and smiling bitterly, I paid the fare and stepped out of the taxi with my black suitcase.

Looking around, I couldn't see a single figure. There was only the faint red light of the "Women's Heart Hotel" around a hundred meters away.

"Why don't we call the police?"

Before I even took out my phone, an engine suddenly roared around me, and smoke and dust flew everywhere. When I looked again, the bald man had already driven a hundred meters away in a taxi.

"Holy shit..."

The uncle ran away very decisively, and now I have no choice even if I want to go back to the city.

Carrying a suitcase and walking on the dirt road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, a true warrior must not only dare to face the bleak life, but also learn to face cheating teammates.

With the faint light from the mobile phone screen, this dilapidated hotel full of legends finally appeared in front of me.

It is a three-story detached house with two corridor entrances, one on the left and one on the right. There are piles of garbage that have not been cleaned up on the steps, and there are also cordons used by the police in handling cases thrown in the corners.

Not the yellow and white warning lines at construction sites, but the dark blue and white warning lines used for homicides!

"This kind of thing is not recycled?" If an ordinary person comes here, I'm afraid it won't feel anything unusual, but after spending several years in the police academy, I have already labeled this place as murderous and weird.

"Is anyone there? Staying at the hotel." The stairs were very narrow, and we didn't see the hotel reception until we reached the second floor.

On the countertop, which was stained with oil and dirt, was a notebook spread out. The information and ID numbers of a group of tenants were randomly recorded on it. The handwriting was scrawled, and it looked like the graffiti of a primary school student.

"How old are you still keeping records by hand?" I flipped through it, and the earliest check-in record was also from a week ago: "I own the entire building and now I am the only tenant..."

"Ahem..." The note was held down by five skinny fingers, and an old man with almost all his hair stood up at the front desk: "Want to stay in a hotel, alone?"

The old voice was like a candle in the wind, with a kind of weakness that was hard to conceal. I took a step back as if nothing had happened, and I had already remembered the old man's face in my mind: his eyebrows were very light, the left half of his face was covered with sparse age spots, and the right side of his face seemed to have been burned by fire, with a scar the size of a fist.

"Well, I'm alone." The old man's appearance is one that you will never forget after just one look. To be honest, I already had a feeling of horror before the live broadcast started.

"Look at your ID card. You need to register. The single room is 35 per night. The deposit is fine. Just don't damage anything in the room." After registering, the old man handed me a key and shouted towards the other end of the dark corridor. : "Old lady, take the guests to 103, then boil a kettle of water and deliver them."

"103?" The live broadcast task of the underworld show was to check in in room 203. I frowned: "Boss, do you think you can change my room to another room?"

"Okay, then which one do you want to change to?"

"203."

"Snapped!"

The key in the old man's hand fell to the concrete floor. His reaction surprised me.

"What's wrong with you? Can't anyone live in that room?" My expression was calm, but I put my hands into my trouser pockets, holding the talisman in one hand and my phone in the other.

"It's okay to live in...but we just had a death a few months ago, and the room where the deceased died is right across from 203..."

"What are you afraid of being on the opposite side? It's not like you just happen to die in that room." I pretended to be relaxed: "Just this one, boss, don't engage in feudal superstition, we have to believe in science."

"Okay, okay..." When the old man was looking for the key to room 203, I squatted down to help him pick up the key to room 103 that fell on the ground, but when I lowered my head, I discovered a strange place - the old man was wearing double dippers. Rubber shoes full of dirt.

"This is indoors, why is he wearing rubber shoes?"

"Let's go, I'll show you the room." The person who spoke was an old woman. She was holding a thermos in one hand. Although she was about the same age as the old man, she looked short, fat, and strong, with a lot of strength.

I left the keys at the front desk, picked up my suitcase and followed my grandma to the third floor.

"Aren't you going to 203? Why did you come to the third floor?" It was related to the mission of the underworld show, so I didn't dare to be careless, for fear that something would go wrong.

"No one lives on the first floor, room 103 is on the second floor, and room 203 is on the third floor."

It always felt like I had been walking for a long time. There was only one light bulb in the corner of the corridor, and it flickered on and off. It would go out by itself from time to time, and then light up again inexplicably.

"That's it." Grandma put the key in the door lock and pointed to the number on the door.

"Okay, please excuse me."

Just as I was about to open the door, my grandma's voice came from behind me and said: "Hey, this place is not as good as in the city. I don't dare to run around at night. What if..."

"What if?"

"If someone knocks on the door or makes any noise after early morning, just pretend you can't hear it and don't come out."