Tricky live broadcast: starting from the black long straight female kindergarten teacher

Chapter 52 Symphony of Destiny! (Please recommend a monthly pass)

On March 2020, 3, at six o'clock in the morning, the sky just dawned.

Hebin Garden Community, Building 04, the elevator on the 12th floor opened.

A woman with a makeup bag, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and another old teacher from Zhonghai Academy of Art...

Walking to the door of Room 1201, without knocking, I lowered my voice, and the anti-theft door was opened at the same time...

Move forward.

...

Yin Weihai was sitting in front of his wife's makeup cabinet. Behind him, the makeup artist was carefully applying paint on his face, raising his head from time to time to look at the middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

can be clearly noticed.

The color of the skin began to get darker, the eye sockets were sunken, and the complexion of the whole person was poor overall. Even people who had no knowledge of medicine could see that he was haggard and emaciated.

"Well. It looks like there is a kind of death."

The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses was Dr. Meng who rescued Mr. Wen Jizu. He pushed his glasses, looked Yin Weihai up and down, nodded, and said in a deep voice.

He is a doctor at the Ninth People's Hospital. He sees a lot of patients and the dead, and he can vaguely perceive some mental states of the dying people.

...

"I'll show you a video, which is medically the symptoms and manifestations of sudden cardiac death."

"Sudden cardiac death often has no symptoms and is a long-term physical process. Even if it is a physical examination, it cannot be noticed..."

A tablet computer was placed in front of Yin Weihai.

It was a group of people who were caught suddenly dying under the surveillance vision.

Dr. Meng, beside him, kept talking about some subtle manifestations.

"Because you are not a professional, you only need to grasp the characteristics of a few movements and expressions..."

Jiang Rong, a 50-year-old female teacher in the performance department of China Overseas Art Institute, raised her hand to demonstrate while speaking.

From general movements to subtle expressions between eyebrows and eyes.

Time goes by.

Near noon, the sky began to turn cloudy, and a cold wind blew across the community.

Lakeside Garden Community.

Residents rushed to Yin Weihai's home with their belongings.

Yin Weihai's expression was not very good, he slept in the bedroom for a long time, he looked half-drowsy...

...

The owner group, one message after another, one photo after another, is constantly being sent out:
"I went to see Mr. Yin and found out that before yesterday, he had already worked overtime for half a month for a project!"

"Damn it! These black-hearted capitalists!"

"I went too. At that time, Mr. Yin was resting, and I didn't dare to disturb..."

"Hope it's all right!"

"I just want to get a confirmation right now, that [Death Notice] is fake! It's fake!"

"In the past few days, I haven't been able to sleep well or eat well...I just feel that there seems to be a layer of dark clouds hanging over our heads in the sky. , can't escape!"

...

In the elementary school teacher's office, the female teacher Hu Piaoyue.

He Yongyuan, a staff member in the personnel department.

Ordinary housewife Ma Xiuxiu, the middle-level leader of the mall Huang Xuming, and his wife...

In the Hebin Garden Community, residents are watching and waiting.

...

time flies.

It was dark again.

At around five o'clock in the evening, in the thick dark clouds, raindrops began to fall continuously.

Residents in the community gathered from all directions in Zhonghai City, and returned to their homes early.

Under the warm light, behind the floor-to-ceiling glass, he was peeping nervously.

night.

20 points.

From the time marked on the [Death Notice], 21:12:39, there is still about half an hour left.

Room 04, Building 1201.

study.

Yin Weihai glanced at the staff beside him and nodded.

In the entire room, the live broadcast equipment has been debugged; in addition, the lighting and color system in the study... all have been finely arranged!

...

The staff leave.

The live broadcast begins.

In the owner group, Yin Weihai sent a link to the live broadcast.

In the upper right corner of the screen, the number showing the number of viewers is constantly beating.

100 people.

300 people.

500 people.

1000 people…

...

"Don't worry neighbors, I rested all day today, and I feel much more comfortable, as if soaking in a hot spring..."

Yin Weihai spoke in a hoarse voice, slowly.

He was wearing a black coat, and from the eyes of others, he seemed a bit stunned.

"According to the [Death Announcement] time, I will die in 10 minutes, which is around [-]:[-]."

"I do not believe!"

Yin Weihai said word for word.

...

Next.

This live broadcast, in the midst of chatting without saying a word, slowly passed by.

Even more.

At 20:35, Yin Weihai also played his favorite classical piano music, closed his eyes, and showed enjoyment in his expression.

20 points.

Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny" exploded in the room.

Grab the throat of fate!
This exciting music, through the live broadcast room, reverberates throughout the community, 740 homes of six households!
In the third movement, the tone is slowly advancing, gradually becoming more and more passionate... Destiny continues to move forward, and the momentum of trying to dominate everything is getting stronger!

The haze begins to disappear, but the bad luck will never give up... The struggle between man and fate is fierce, fighting!

In the study room, the warm light shone on Yin Weihai's cheek, and in the eyes of a famous observer, it seemed vaguely sacred and religious...

...

20 points.

Under the strong notes, mutations emerge!

Yin Weihai suddenly opened his eyes wide, with bloodshot eyes all over them. He stretched out his hands and desperately covered his neck, his mouth opened wide, wanting to breathe...

In the live broadcast room, under the watchful eyes of all the residents.

Yin Weihai's consciousness seemed to be in a trance, and his hands and feet were twitching constantly!
'Boom! '

He struggled and fell heavily to the ground.

Weak sweat, constantly flowing!
pain!

pain!

pain!

...

The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Distraught wife...

And, waiting for Dr. Meng wearing gold-rimmed glasses on one side!
Doctor Meng started to rescue Yin Weihai immediately...

"Sudden cardiac death!"

"The pupils are starting to dilate..."

"Start the first round of CPR!"

"Yin Weihai!"

"Yin Weihai!"

Dr. Meng put his hands together and kept pressing the middle and lower part of Yin Weihai's sternum. At the same time, he shouted in a hurry.

...

This rescue was carried out under the gaze of everyone.

The heart is beating heavily.

Tensed, prayed, held my breath.

Building 13, room 2103, study room.

Li Ji sat at the desk, with black and white eyes, watching the live broadcast on the computer screen, keeping an eye on the time, and smiling.

It's been a long time.

On the screen, Dr. Meng from the Ninth People's Hospital sat down on the ground with a slumped expression, as if he hadn't recovered for a long time.

beside him.

Yin Weihai, a 41-year-old middle-aged man with washed hair and haggard expression, has not moved a single bit.

His wife's hair was disheveled and she was crying.

"Mr. Yin Weihai, at around [-]:[-], his heart stopped completely and he was declared dead."

Dr. Meng looked at the live camera in dismay, swallowed his saliva, and reported in a deep voice.

'boom! '

The entire community, with more than [-] residents, was completely dragged into a torrent of panic and trust.

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(End of this chapter)