Little Monster: "Even if you guessed that the red-haired girl is a ghost, how do you know what the ghost standing in the red-haired girl's position looks like? You can't see it, what if the ghost only imitated the voice but not the appearance?"
Baili Xin glanced at the little monster and said, "Just because I can't see the red hair doesn't mean others can't see it. If the red hair wasn't red hair, Da Zhuang would have discovered it long ago."
The little monster wanted to bite off his tongue: "."
It had just asked a really stupid question. It snorted coldly, "You're lucky!"
"Okay, lucky player, congratulations on passing the first game. The game is about to end."
…
Da Zhuang is very panicked now.
Panic and confusion.
Abnormal, this man named Baili Xin is abnormal.
He is so weird.
He has been talking to himself in a conversational manner since the beginning, and now it has gone even further, starting to say that the red-haired man is a ghost.
How could the red-haired girl be a female ghost? She was brought here by me, and she stayed with me all the way here. I was also watching her the whole time. She couldn't possibly be a ghost.
He actually said that the red-haired guy was a ghost. This guy named "Baili Xin" is simply a lunatic. He must be trying to scare me on purpose!
hateful!
Da Zhuang's pants were wet, and he could feel the sticky fabric sticking to his skin with every step he took, which was very uncomfortable.
He suddenly felt that he was in pitch darkness now, so no one would see his miserable appearance.
Damn it, why does he care whether others laugh at him or not
The ghost behind him said he would take him away in four rounds, and now there are only two rounds left!
Da Zhuang was upset and walked in the darkness with a lot on his mind.
When he came to his senses from his trance, he was almost at the next intersection.
The red-haired guy who was supposed to be waiting in the corner was nowhere to be seen.
The four ninety-degree corners were empty, with only two intersecting lime walls left.
Da Zhuang stood in the corner blankly for two seconds before he said uncertainly, "Game over."
In the darkness, there was only the howling of the wind, but no one responded.
There wasn't even a ghost.
We have been walking for two hours straight, and Dazhuang is starting to show some stereotyped behavior.
After hearing no sound around him, he didn't dare to move. He just stood in the corner blankly, without even the courage to look back.
The footsteps sounded again.
Da Zhuang, who was already a little scared, suddenly felt his heart rise to his throat.
Sure enough, the game is not over yet.
It must have been another trick played by the ghosts to deceive him. Fortunately, he was smart enough not to fall for it and did not look back.
This damn ghost!
But where did the redhead go
This place should be where Red Hair is standing. Could it be that these ghosts want to boil frogs in warm water and take them all away bit by bit
This bunch of rubbish! People also have dignity, this is too much bullying!
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Da Zhuang finally couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "What on earth do you want to do, you ghosts? You are going too far. If you keep doing this, I will fight you!"
Suddenly, there was a gentle pat on the shoulder. It was not the cold body temperature of a ghost, but the warm body temperature of a human.
Da Zhuang suddenly felt as if he had been pulled back to reality from the gates of hell. Before he could figure out who had taken the photo of him, a calm and gentle voice rang in his ear, "The game is over, Da Zhuang."
It was the voice of Priscilla.
The little monster that only Baili Xin could hear and see flew around Baili Xin, "Who said the game is over? Only the first game is over!"
Its voice was no longer as calm as it was at the beginning, and it even sounded a little exasperated. "Now let's start the second game! Find the missing Mr. Mouse and Ms. Red Hair in this building! Hehehe, come on, they may appear in any corner of this building, behind the wall behind you, on the roof, or in an abandoned underground parking lot."
"Please hurry up. If you haven't found them when the first ray of sunlight shines into the building, your second game will mean failure. Even if you fail, you will still stay here forever and become friends with these ghosts, hehehehe."
Baili Xin glanced at the little monsters flying around and asked, "Are there any more friendly reminders this time?"
"No!" The little monster instantly got furious, "Don't try to get close to me again, there is no friendship between us!"
The young man wrinkled his nose, "Stingy guy."
Little Monster: "I won't be fooled even if you try to provoke me! I'm smart!"
Da Zhuang grabbed Baili Xin's arm in a panic, "Who are you talking to?"
Seeing that the host's face was almost turning green with fear, Baili Xin finally thought of a white lie.
"In fact, when I am under great mental stress, I tend to ask myself questions and answer them myself. This can quickly stimulate my brainstorming process and help me find clues and details that I would not normally see."
"People who don't know me would think it's strange, but people who know me are used to it."
Da Zhuang looked at the young man in front of him with some suspicion: "Is what you said true?"
Baili Xin: "Of course, because I have no reason to lie to you."
"Can you still walk? Mr. Mouse and the red-haired girl are missing. We have to find them."
This time, Da Zhuang remembered that two of his companions were missing. Although he was a little scared, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll call the police right away."
Baili Xin followed Dazhuang to the phone. He stood in front of the phone, said sorry to the audience in the live broadcast room, then took the phone off the stand and prepared to exit the room to call the police.
While Da Zhuang was apologizing and doing the operation, Baili Xin stood behind Da Zhuang the whole time, just silently holding a flashlight and looking around without saying a word.
After the game is over, there are no restrictions and the flashlight can continue to be used.
The flashlight drew a clear ray of light in the dust of the night. The image within the light was clearly visible, but the scene outside the light was pitch black and unpredictable.
The light of the flashlight first fell on the corner where the ghost first appeared. The corner was bare and there was nothing in it. It seemed no different from the surrounding areas.
Then the beam of the flashlight slowly moved up to the roof of this floor. The roof was not flat, and was made of rough lime like the four walls.
The light slowly moved along the protruding beams to the roof and suddenly stopped at one place.
On the beam, at the middle door position opposite the floor-to-ceiling window, there suddenly appeared a piece of rough hemp rope.
The hemp rope was tied into a knot and hung on the beam. Below the hemp rope was a loop. Due to gravity, the loop was slightly drooping. Judging from the size of the loop, it was just big enough for a person's head to fit in.
Baili Xin stared at the hemp rope: "..."
Just now when he came up, he shone the flashlight here, and there was definitely no hemp rope in the door of this room at that time.
I don't know when this appeared here.
Just as Baili Xin was examining the hemp rope, Dazhuang suddenly let out a terrified scream.
Baili Xin immediately looked down and saw Da Zhuang throwing his phone to the ground in shock. He took several steps back as if to escape and pointed at the phone with a look of fear on his face, "Ghost, ghost, there is a ghost."
Baili Xin looked at the phone he had thrown on the ground, then looked at Da Zhuang's terrified expression, and said calmly, "What's wrong?"
Da Zhuang took two steps back, and his foot was tripped by a stone on the ground and he fell to the ground. He looked at Baili Xin in horror and pointed at his phone tremblingly, "The door of the live broadcast room, the door of the live broadcast room can't be retreated! There are ghosts, they are all ghosts, not people."
He spoke incoherently, and Baili Xin knew that he couldn't get anything out of Dazhuang given his mental state, so he simply walked over to the phone that had fallen on the ground and picked it up.
It was still the door of Dazhuang's live broadcast room, and the camera of the live broadcast room door was still the picture taken by the front camera. As Baili Xin took the phone in his hand, Baili Xin's figure appeared in the picture.
It looked no different from before, but Baili Xin soon discovered the problem.
The number of people in the upper right corner of the live broadcast room door has changed from more than a thousand people to the current "-400 people".
“-”, minus 400 people.
Words kept floating on the barrage.
There were some words that Baili Xin couldn't understand, they were just a string of garbled characters, but there were some words that Baili Xin could understand.
What a cute boy, such a vibrant life, I really hope he can join us.
Hahahaha.
Hahahaha.
Is this the live broadcast of supernatural events? How interesting.
Come, come and play, come and find friends.
Come play games with us
Play it a little longer, we haven’t seen enough, we want to watch it again, it’s really interesting.
I haven’t seen such an interesting live broadcast for a long time, hehe.
In the short few seconds that Baili Xin's eyes swept across the barrage, the number in the upper right corner changed from "-400" to "-405".
I don’t know whether to say that the number of people has increased or decreased.
Since the start of the game, Baili Xin would pay attention to the barrage and the situation of the live broadcast room door every time he passed by the mobile live broadcast room door. He dare not say that he has remembered all the audience IDs in the live broadcast room door, but remembering 80 is no problem. However, the IDs of those who are posting barrage are very unfamiliar, and the names are weirder than each other.
Some are called "Dead for Ten Years", some are called "Not Lived Enough", some are called "30g of Soul", and some are called "Missing an Arm".
None of the doors in the world of the living have names, all of them sound eerie.
No wonder Da Zhuang was scared. Maybe the door of Da Zhuang’s live broadcast room is connected to the underworld
So, stay away from taboo games. If you are seeking death, no one can stop you.
He knew that the game "Walking Around" would attract ghosts and that the building was also haunted, but he still came here to seek death.
Isn’t it good to be alive
I have to seek this excitement.
Baili Xin glanced at Dazhuang who was trembling with fear and tried to exit the live broadcast room.
However, when he was about to find the exit button, he found that the exit button was not on the screen.
He tried to force quit and shut down the computer, but all ended in failure.
The battery level that had reached 30 has now become “?” and no battery level can be seen.
It seems that the audience on the other side of the camera is very interested in this live broadcast of people committing suicide and does not want it to end like this.
The little monster laughed twice, "Congratulations, you have successfully connected to the live broadcast of another world. It seems that the audience over there likes you two very much, but you have to be careful, ghosts are greedy and selfish, they like to take what they like for themselves. The more they like you, the more they want you to join them."
Baili Xin stared at the "-405" in the upper right corner. "What does this number mean? The number of ghosts watching our live broadcast or... the number of ghosts near this building?"
After hearing this, Da Zhuang's eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.
In a trance, he looked up and saw the hemp rope on the beam. The pupils on his pale cheeks shrank instantly, and he used his hands and feet to crawl to Baili Xin's side.
Good, so scary.
It's so scary here.
Da Zhuang was a supernatural anchor after all, so he was braver than ordinary people. Even though he was extremely scared, he did not completely lose control. There was still a trace of rationality in his mind. His upper and lower teeth were chattering, and he stammered, "Let's leave here first, and then call the police after we get out."
Baili Xin glanced at Da Zhuang at his feet and said, "I'm afraid we can't get out of this building now."
Little Monster: "That's right~ You can't get out of this building before the game is over. The best way to get out is to find your missing teammates as soon as possible. As the saying goes, 'Time is money, and money can't buy time'. If you are afraid of the time gate here, you might as well leave quickly!"
"Now we can only rely on ourselves to save ourselves. I plan to find Mr. Mouse and Red Hair. Are you going to wait for me here or come with me?" Baili Xin looked down at Dazhuang who was lying at his feet.
Da Zhuang looked at Baili Xin in shock: "Aren't you afraid at all?"
Baili Xin paused for two seconds, and a subtle expression flashed across his face, "It's okay."
Maybe it was because he had seen a lot of things that were much more terrifying than this, so there was really nothing that scared him now.
Da Zhuang swallowed his saliva and said, "Why? Are you brave?"
Baili Xin: "You can understand it this way. What is your decision? Do you want to try to get out by yourself? Or stay here and wait until daytime? Or come with me?"
Da Zhuang quickly hugged Baili Xin's legs: "Don't leave me here alone, I'm scared!"
The young man raised his eyes slightly, "You are still a supernatural anchor."
Da Zhuang gritted his teeth on the verge of collapse: "I'm a supernatural anchor, not a ghost broadcast! This is my first time broadcasting to a ghost! Shouldn't I be panicking?!"
Young man: "Get up first and stop pulling my legs. I can't walk if you do that."
After hearing what Baili Xin said, Da Zhuang finally realized his current posture.
He let go of Baili Xin's legs with some embarrassment and reluctance, and stood up from the ground unsteadily on his trembling legs. The first thing he did when he stood up was to move behind Baili Xin, unwilling to leave even a step.
After all, he is a supernatural anchor. Even at this time, he is still curious about the door of his live broadcast room. Unable to resist the desire to explore, he propped up his head and took a look at the door of the live broadcast room. The number of live broadcasters in the upper right corner was still a negative number.
The door of his neck shrank back instantly, and Da Zhuang dared not look at the door of the live broadcast room anymore.
Negative number, negative number!
I have been live streaming for so long, and I have never seen a live streaming room with negative traffic.
It’s still a three-digit negative number!
Not to mention that I was broadcasting live to so many ghosts, I had never even seen a ghost before today!
This is such bad luck.
Ancestors, please keep me alive. If I, Da Zhuang, can go back alive today, I will burn one stick of incense for my ancestors... no, three sticks of incense to thank them for their spirits in heaven.
"You chose this floor for the psychic game because this is where the young man hanged himself?" Baili Xin shone the flashlight on the abrupt loop of hemp rope and asked Xiang Dazhuang in confusion.
Da Zhuang shook his head. "I don't know. I just picked a floor at random. This office building has eight floors in total. I thought it was too dark and too difficult to climb up, so I chose the fourth floor. Also, '4' sounds like 'death', which is the most spiritual number. It also has the gimmick of live broadcast."
He paused and explained, "But I didn't expect to be successful. I just wanted to attract attention, create a gimmick, earn traffic and attract eyeballs. This is not the first time I have done this. I have done this in other places with supernatural legends and I didn't encounter any problems."
"That's because you haven't met me." Baili Xin couldn't help but muttered softly.
Da Zhuang didn't hear clearly: "Ah? What did you say?"
Baili Xin: "Ahem, nothing was said, so we are on the fourth floor now?"
Da Zhuang nodded: "Yes, you just said that we can't get out now, so how should we leave here?"
Baili Xin: "You are a supernatural anchor, don't you usually prepare some props to exorcise evil spirits or something?"
"Ready," Da Zhuang took out a cross from his neck, "Ready this, and this."
He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a few yellow talismans folded into triangles.
Baili Xin glanced back and forth between the imperial talisman and the cross, and couldn't help but laugh: "Your preparations are quite mixed, with both Western and Eastern props."
Da Zhuang put the yellow talisman into his pocket a little embarrassedly, "I don't know whether it's an Eastern ghost or a Western ghost that comes out, so it's better to prepare more, just in case."
A gust of cold wind blew in from the floor-to-ceiling window, and the hemp rope that was originally hanging steadily began to sway immediately.
The wind stopped, but the hemp rope did not stop, and continued to sway rhythmically, as if there was something swaying there that they could not see.
Da Zhuang was startled instantly, and subconsciously pressed his body behind Baili Xin, and said with a pale face: "Bai, Baili Xin, let's leave here quickly, this floor is so creepy."
Baili Xin found the staircase accurately, but he did not remember to leave. Instead, he moved the flashlight to the depths of this floor and said, "Let's take a look here first, and then go up after that."
Da Zhuang swallowed his saliva and followed Baili Xin reluctantly.
Baili Xin held a mobile phone in one hand and a flashlight in the other, and slowly moved towards the depths under the illumination.
He soon reached the end of the floor and saw the remains of construction waste piled in the corner.
It was a pile of waste material piled up in the shape of a small mound, mixed with blue-gray bricks, cement residue and some rusty steel bars.
He stood in front of the garbage and slowly looked at the waste.
At this time, they had walked from the main hall where a ray of moonlight could still be seen to this corner where a ray of light came in.
Apart from the light from Baili Xin's flashlight and mobile phone, it was pitch dark around.
In such an empty and unprotected dark environment, Da Zhuang's heart was pounding. He stood stiffly behind Baili Xin, not even daring to turn his neck. He could only stretch his neck and look straight ahead.
At this moment, he didn't dare to turn his head.
Because he was afraid that if he turned his head, he would see something he shouldn't see.
Maybe there was nothing in the darkness, but because of fear, he felt that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him from behind.
The sight comes from all directions, even from above and below.
Just when Da Zhuang's hands and feet were numb and his head was buzzing, something was suddenly stuffed into his hands.
He looked down in a daze, and in an instant all the color drained out of his face with fright.
It's the haunted phone!
"Here." The young man's calm voice sounded in front. Dazhuang held the phone stiffly, staring blankly at the actions of the young man in front of him.
The young man put the phone in his hand and then bent down and half-crouched in front of the piece of building waste. I don’t know what he found, but he reached out and grabbed the steel bar and rummaged inside, as if he was looking for something.
Da Zhuang held his breath and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?"
"Found it." The young man's hand reaching into the garbage suddenly stopped, and then the slender arm pulled back, bringing out a slightly reflective object in his hand.
Da Zhuang looked closely and saw that it was a watch.
After seeing the watch clearly, Da Zhuang took a breath and said, "Watch?"
He took a step back in panic, "Is there anyone in here?!"
Baili Xin held the watch in front of his eyes and observed it. It was a men's watch, and judging from the style and material, it was worth a lot of money.
He shook his head: "There's no one inside. When I shone the flashlight over here just now, I vaguely saw a faint light, so I came over to take a look."
“Do you remember this watch?”