Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 319: Room 443
Chapter 319 Room 443
I pondered over the words of the interviewer at the underworld show, trying to analyze something useful, but the other party's words were impeccable, and I didn't find any clues.
"When will the ninth live broadcast start? What does it mean to upgrade the live broadcast equipment? And the last task is completed, I have the right to ask you a question, can I use it now?" I don't know when the interviewer will Hanging up the phone, he spoke out all the doubts in his mind.
"Don't be impatient, the new live broadcast task is temporarily postponed, please come to the unlit road now, I have to give you some things in person. Remember, don't bring any living things, you can only come alone After saying this, the interviewer hung up the phone, without giving me a chance to continue asking.
"The live broadcast is postponed, now let me go to the unlit road?" I haven't forgotten the weird experience on the unlit road last time, and I haven't figured out the reminder about the underworld show given to me by the old lady: "Soldiers come to block , The water is covered, this time maybe the mystery of the underworld show can be lifted."
I found some change from the house and put it on my body. I asked Bai Qi to stay and watch the house, and took a taxi with a large-screen mobile phone to leave alone.
The road was not smooth, and the taxi didn't drive far before I found myself being followed.
"A member of the Jiang family? Or a member of the police?" I was acquitted in the first trial, but now that my identity is sensitive, many pairs of eyes in Jiangcheng are staring at me, hoping that something will happen to me.
It took two taxis in the middle to get rid of the stalker, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening when we arrived in the old city.
After paying the car fare, I got into the intricate alleys of the old city. According to my previous memory, I checked one by one old houses and found the white goods store that I had visited twice.
The store door is closed, and a faint fire can be seen through the crack of the door.
Standing at the door of the store, the weather has already entered autumn, and the wind in the street is a bit cool.
I didn't bother the paper maker in the house, and used the white goods store as a benchmark to recall the road I walked last time.
"It should be in this direction." After wandering around the unlit road for a long time, until I was completely lost and lost my sense of direction, a few familiar nursery rhymes suddenly sounded in my ears: "Grandma?"
Turning around, there was no one at the end of the street, and walking towards the sound, several dilapidated buildings appeared in front of him.
"No. 43, Wudeng Road, No. 44, Wudeng Road..." The dilapidated rain rack was crumbling in the wind, and I pushed open the door and entered the house.
I took out my mobile phone to illuminate, and it was different from the last time I came. This time, as soon as I entered the house, I felt a gust of cold air pouring into my body from the soles of my feet, as if I had entered two completely different worlds.
"Shouldn't this show in the underworld really be built in the underworld?" The old floor creaked, and I turned around the house to find the way to the underground.
The incomplete wooden handrail should have been around for some years. My eyes fell on the cracked floor, and there were corpses of bugs buried underneath. I can't tell their names. They look strange and there are many of them.
When I came to the fourth floor of the basement, it was pitch black. The only source of light was the faint light from my mobile phone screen. I was like a lonely soul walking on the road to Huangquan with a lantern. I couldn’t see what was behind me or what was ahead road.
Hand touching the rotten door, I checked the door plate with my eyes: "441, 442, 443..."
I haven't reached room 444 yet, I just passed the door of room 443 with my hand. I didn't expect that the door of this room was unlocked. With a little force, the door panel was staggered by a thin crack.
"This room is adjacent to the underworld show, may there be other secrets hidden in it." I took the phone to the door and took a photo against the crack of the door. It seems that there are many shadows walking around.
"Moldy carpets, tables and chairs, huge bookcases, graffiti on the walls, blood-red graffiti?" Pushed away a finger's width.
I raised my phone to shine a light on it, and just as I moved my face closer, a paper human face suddenly appeared behind the door!
Painted cheeks, with a paper figurine's unchanging smile.
He appeared so suddenly, I panicked, took a few steps back, and dropped my phone on the ground.
That face was stuck in the crack of the door and looked at me. The paper mask covered his real expression. He stretched out the door with one hand struggling. The light gray arm seemed to be caused by not seeing the sun for a long time. Like a disease.
He clasped the door tightly with five fingers, as if trying to escape the room with all his strength, and soon stretched out his neck, but the good times didn't last long, and about a second or two later, a very horrifying scene appeared.
Several pairs of hands of different lengths and thicknesses stretched out from the room, grabbed the man's body, and dragged him back to the room. , looks very weird.
In the end, the man did not escape, but when his head was pushed back into the room, the man knew that there was no chance, so he took the initiative to let go of the hand holding the door, and threw a small ball of paper out.
Boom!
The door was closed, and there was no abnormal noise in the room anymore, as if what I saw just now was a hallucination.
Picking up the phone, I tried to push the door, but this time the door was locked.
"He seemed to throw out something just now?" I searched carefully, and found the crumpled paper next to a bug corpse. Out of curiosity, I stood in the corridor and opened the paper ball.
"There are words on it?"
Several beautiful fonts caught my attention. They were written crookedly, as if they were written with eyes closed, and some of the fonts overlapped.
"Save me, Xia Chi, save me."
Six simple words, without punctuation marks in between, I felt my scalp tingle after reading it: "Xia Chi? Xia Qingzhi's brother, hasn't he disappeared? Has he been imprisoned here all this time?"
I tried to segment these six characters, and came up with two different meanings.
The first one is that the person is asking for help, and he knows that Xia Chi can save him, so the word Xia Chi is specially written in the letter for help.
It also means that the person is Xia Chi himself, and he knows that if he says his name in the distress letter, someone will come to save him.
I put the ball of paper close to my body, and I have no plans to rescue him for the time being. Now that I am tearing myself apart from the underworld show, I am undoubtedly courting death.
Standing in the dark and empty corridor, I shivered and pushed open the door of room 444.
The layout of the room has not changed in any way. I looked at the painted characters on the underworld show, took a deep breath and entered the compartment.
The temperature has gotten colder, and behind this door is where my stream started.
"Mr. Gao, you have passed all eight assessments. Congratulations on becoming the host of the Underworld Show." Three examiners wearing paper masks sat side by side at the birthday table.
The second time I dealt with them, I was able to maintain the most basic composure, scanning my eyes up and down, trying to find flaws in their clothing and appearance: "Tell me, why did you call me to postpone the live broadcast mission this time?" ?”
"After the assessment live broadcast is completed, we have no way of knowing what you will encounter in the future, and many restrictions on you will also be broken."
"Restricted? What do you mean?"
The examiner sitting in the middle lightly supported the paper mask: "For example, when the live broadcast ends."
Another examiner next to him began to add: "During the live assessment, you only need to ensure that you survive until dawn, and the live broadcast will end smoothly. But after the real live broadcast starts, if you cannot complete the task entrustment, then the live broadcast will not be completed. It will stop, no matter day or night, you may die at any time."
"It's bad news from the very beginning." I frowned and pondered: "If I didn't complete the live broadcast commission this time, but I survived until the next live broadcast starts, will the two live broadcasts be entangled?"
"I'm sorry to tell you that even if you can survive until the second live broadcast, the commission of the previous live broadcast will not stop. You will perform two live broadcast commissions at the same time, and the mission will not be terminated until you die "The combination of the examiner's indifferent tone and the smile on the paper figurine's face made it look a little stiff and weird, which reminded me of a bank lobby manager.
The ominous premonition in my heart gradually became reality, and I forced myself to calm down: "Are there any other changes?"
The interviewer nodded slightly, and took out a box from under the birthday table: "The contents inside are the new live broadcast tools we provide for you..."