Super thriller live broadcast

The question of whether there are ghosts in the world is much more difficult than the question of which came first, the chicken or the egg. After all, most people know the taste of chicken and eggs, but few have seen what ghosts look like.

Presumably even people who are professional in psychic research cannot give a definite answer at this time, let alone me, a third-rate detective who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze.

But just because you don’t know, doesn’t mean you can’t answer. When people live in this world, many times they don’t need to tell the correct answer, they just need to tell the answer that others want to hear.

The masked man said at the beginning that if you want to be the anchor of the underworld show, you must not only be good at communicating with the audience, but also learn to protect yourself.

This sentence is full of hints, and the test started as soon as I entered the door.

Instead of worrying about whether there are ghosts in the world, I reorganized my experiences that night, including the legend of the road without lights, the grandmother holding a baby on a rainy night, the interviewer with a paper face, and five strange questions. .

Everything seems to be to break common sense and prepare for this last question.

They have laid the groundwork for so much, and the answer they want to get is actually obvious.

"I believe there are ghosts in the world, that's my answer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the small room burst into applause. On the other side of the table, the three interviewers stiffly clapped their hands.

"You answered four of the five questions correctly. Congratulations, Mr. Gao. You will be officially hired by the Underworld Show and become a contracted anchor under our company."

For many reasons, I have been rejected by companies large and small in Jiangcheng no less than a hundred times. I had a psychological shadow when I encountered obstacles. I didn’t expect that this time it would be surprisingly smooth. What’s more embarrassing is that I didn’t feel rejected in my heart at this time. The joy of hiring.

"You're accepted now? Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

"No, you are the most suitable candidate we have ever met. If there are no other questions, let's sign the contract here." The man who had been sitting in the middle slowly stood up. He was about the same size as me and had a weird paper face. He looked at me across the table.

"I do have questions. I answered four out of five questions correctly. Can you tell me which question I got wrong?" There are flaws in the reasoning, which is fatal for a detective.

"You don't need to know now..." A chuckle came from under the paper mask: "Because you will soon experience the despair for yourself, and you will understand which question you are wrong about."

"Personal experience? What a terrible answer." No one with a normal mind would be willing to experience the scenes in those questions.

"Mr. Gao, do you have any other questions?"

"No more..." How could it not be? My brain is now surrounded by countless doubts, but I can't ask these questions at all, or even if I say them, the other party will definitely not answer them, and may even cause death.

If you want to spend the night safely, the wisest choice is to obey on the surface, call the police immediately after leaving here, and cooperate with the police to catch these "mentally ill" people.

"Okay, get ready to sign the contract." He took out an old paper roll with a yellowish and black surface from under the tribute table, grabbed my right hand and pressed it on it.

"It's so cold..." The first time I had physical contact with the masked man, I found that his body was unexpectedly cold. It felt like a frozen corpse waiting to be claimed in the morgue.

"What are you doing?" Before I could recover, I saw a strange insect crawling out from under the floor. It looked like a centipede, but it had a one- or two-centimeter horn on its forehead like a dragon.

It moved quickly along the table legs and onto the tribute table.

I wanted to dodge, but the masked man's arms held me down like iron pincers. I couldn't struggle and could only watch as the strange insect bit my wrist.

"Ah!" The needle penetrated into my bone, and I cried out in severe pain, but the pain only lasted a few seconds. When I woke up and looked again, there was a plum blossom-shaped black wound on my right wrist, stained red with blood. The paper fell out of the paper, and the strange insect lost its vitality, curled up into a ball and fell into the cracks of the floor.

"The contract is completed. From today on, you will be a member of the underworld show." The masked man released his hands, his tone still lukewarm, and he moved out the suitcase next to the seat.

"We provide all your live broadcast equipment. You just need to make good programs and attract more people to watch." He opened the suitcase, which contained all the tools needed for live broadcast: camera, mobile encoder, selfie stick, tripod , and even comes with a large-screen mobile phone.

If some of these things weren't stained with untreated blood, I would almost believe that this was a normal company.

"We will publish your live broadcast task directly to your mobile phone. As for the live broadcast method, you can choose it yourself, but please remember that you must use the tools we provide after the broadcast starts, because only our equipment can capture what ordinary people cannot see. Something that arrived.”

"After each live broadcast, we will rate your performance based on popularity and gifts. Points can be accumulated and redeemed for many unexpected good things from us."

"However, with rewards comes punishment. When your points are negative, you will disappear without leaving any trace, just like Xia Chi who led you here!"

Hearing this, I can no longer pretend to be calm. I can make a person disappear quietly. This should be an organized and large criminal group. What's even more helpless is that I seem to be inadvertently doing the same. Got on a pirate ship.

"The details are all written in the signing agreement. Do you think there is anything you don't understand?"

I picked up the paper that was soaked in my own blood. There were a lot of rules listed on it. The general idea was that you could not actively reveal the existence of the underworld show to outsiders, you could not refuse tasks, etc.

It is worth noting that there is a points redemption table printed on the back of the agreement.

The first line reads: One point can be exchanged for 100 grams of pure gold.

"Are you kidding? One gram of gold can be sold for 250 yuan now, and one hundred grams is 25,000 yuan."

Keep reading, five points can be redeemed for Thai GumanThong (little ghost).

Seven points can be exchanged for Xiangxi Corpse Gu, ten points can be exchanged for Tai Sui, twelve points can be exchanged for a manuscript of the Jade Girl's Divine Art, fifteen points can open the mortal eyes, twenty points can cleanse the muscles and bones, thirty points...

"What's this all about?" There were so many evil voices that I didn't know what to say. I felt like I was not in the same world at all.

His eyes kept moving downwards and he saw the end of the exchange table:

…

Yangshou, one thousand points can extend your life for twelve hours.

You can choose to exit and everything will return to square one.

"That's it. Keep the agreement. Please familiarize yourself with the live broadcast tool as soon as possible. Your first live broadcast will probably be held tomorrow night."

"Can I say no?"

"We don't interfere with your choice. It's just that your points are zero now, and ten points will be deducted if you stop broadcasting."

"OK, I understand, can I leave now?" To be honest, I don't want to stay here for a moment.

"If you don't understand something, you can call me. The mobile phone in the suitcase can contact me." The man held the paper mask with one hand and waved gently with the other hand. The closed door slowly opened: "Mr. Gao , I can see that you are a cautious and smart person, I hope you can take every live broadcast seriously and never make fun of your own life."

"Don't worry, I haven't lived enough yet." I picked up the suitcase and walked quickly out the door. I don't know how long I stayed in the room. At this time, my legs were numb and stiff as if they were wrapped in plaster.

"Mr. Gao, I sincerely wish you can survive..."

I didn't hear what the masked man said clearly. Anyway, I couldn't say anything good from that lunatic's mouth.

Pushing open the door of room 444, I walked up in the dark and ran out of the corridor in one breath, running along the street regardless of east, west, north or south.

After running for what felt like a long time, a bright light finally appeared in front of my eyes: "It's a car light!"

"Where are you going?" A taxi stopped in front of me, and the driver was a bald man.

"Go back to the new district, east of Tingtang Road, Jiangcheng." I couldn't wait to slap the car door.

"The starting price is 20, and the latest regulations also add an additional yuan for fuel."

"Stop blabbering and open the door quickly." I was so shocked that I didn't care about this little money. I breathed heavily and hugged my suitcase tightly.

"Brother, it's not that I didn't help you. It's late at night and you are holding a suitcase in a panic. Who knows what you are carrying inside? What if..."

"You're overthinking." I opened my suitcase to reveal the camera inside: "Don't worry and drive, I'm just a death-defying anchor active on the front line of committing suicide."