Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 32: Red clothes

Chapter 32 Red

"When did you find out?" Xiumu said awkwardly after more than ten seconds.

"From the first moment I saw the four of you, I began to suspect." Retreating to the door, Xiumu and I distanced ourselves: "There is wasteland all around Xinhu School, no matter which direction you come in from, you will be under your feet. There must be dirt, but the classroom corridor where we met was clean, and only my shoe prints were left."

"So it can be inferred that you didn't come in from the outside, but existed on campus."

"So whether it's the three of you or Sakurako, I won't believe it."

Xiu Mu had a sullen face, and gradually lowered his head. The light was already dim, and it became even more frightening when he looked at it this way: "You knew that we are not human, so why did you take the initiative to participate in our game? Why did you help us find Shen Shen?" Dream?"

"Life is like a play, and it all depends on acting skills. As an ordinary person with no special skills, I can only use my brains if I want to survive here." The purpose of the game is to win the initiative, let you be careless, relax, and find it fun, so you can't bear to kill me."

As long as you can survive, what's the point of playing a few games with ghosts?

Xiu Mu's complexion became more and more ugly, and corpse spots of different sizes began to appear on her fair skin: "So you have been deceiving us all this time?"

"What? Are you getting angry?" I waved my hand, "It's not deceitful, it's just playing with you brats."

Ghosts know how arrogant my attitude is now, completely looking like a hob.

Hearing my words, Hideki walked towards me step by step, his clothes became tattered, and there seemed to be blood flowing from his feet.

"Xiumu, in my opinion, you are the smartest ghost among all ghosts. Don't do anything stupid. Since I have made everything clear, I will naturally leave a way out for myself."

"Remember I asked about your father's name? Your surname is Wang, and your full name is Wang Xiumu. The school uniform on the second bed in the health care room belongs to you. And Xue Fei and Shen Meng, your traces can be found here You are the victims five years ago, the souls that cannot be reborn after being cursed by Guo Junjie.”

"Poor guys, wandering in this gloomy ghost school forever, living in Guo Junjie's fear for life and life."

"Actually, I also sympathize with you. The original sins have already been redeemed, and the soul is still not at peace. Compared with the mistakes you made, this punishment is a bit too cruel."

Maybe it was because of my pain, Xiumu stopped: "We don't need sympathy, you will soon become like us!"

His voice was hoarse, and he seemed to be chewing something in his throat.

"Cooperation will benefit both, and fighting will hurt both. You can kill me and imprison my soul here, but before that, I have another proposal."

"Say."

"Let me help you get rid of it and help you become a Buddha."

"Only you?"

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Seeing Xiumu sinking into deep thought and the corpse spots on his body receding, my hanging heart slowly let go.

I should have won this life-threatening negotiation.

I have been wondering since I received the notification of the optional mission of the underworld show, why does the mission require playing games on campus?

What game are you playing? Who are you playing with? How to play?

It is impossible for other living people to exist in the gloomy place, so the answer is simple, I want to play games with ghosts, and the more I play, the better.

In the beginning, I did follow the instructions, but as the mysterious veil of the campus was slowly lifted, I found that there were more than one or two ghosts in the campus, and there might be irreconcilable conflicts between them.

One side is the murderer who caused the whole tragedy, while the other side is just the victim imprisoned here.

If my prediction is correct, it is Guo Junjie who is hiding behind the scenes and manipulating everything. Xiumu and Shen Meng are like clowns.

This unequal relationship made me smell an opportunity, so I decided to take the initiative and have a showdown with the ghost.

"The mistakes you have committed, these five years of torture day and night are enough to repay, if you don't resist now, are you still going to be enslaved for life and life, and be his dolls forever?"

I have participated in civil litigation cases, and also worked as a mediation lawyer. Although it was just for making a living at first, at least the previous experience taught me how to persuade others.

"You don't need to hesitate at all, you can kill me anytime you want, but if you miss this opportunity, you will never be able to change the fate of being imprisoned."

Hideki was finally moved by me, and returned to normal: "Let me believe that you are fine, but if you haven't broken the curse before dawn, then stay with us forever."

"It's a deal." When I said that I wanted to help Xiumu, I was just talking nonsense, not sure at all, and I thought it would be a while.

It's a death anyway, so it's better to take a gamble.

"In order to show your sincerity, can you let the ghost in the red skirt at the door leave? These little tricks can't scare me." Picking up the mobile phone to observe the movement outside the door, the red skirt is no longer visible in the camera, but It's hard to guarantee that she hid in a place where the camera couldn't see, and was "touched on the head" as soon as she opened the door.

"Red dress?" Xiumu's expression was very strange: "It's the first time I saw that thing in school."

"Isn't she Shen Meng?!" Things are still a little different from what I imagined.

"Shen Meng is dead, or she is dead tonight."

"What do you mean by that?"

Sighing, Xiumu made a bitter face: "We are just weak minds, Guo Junjie releases them every night to experience unbearable fear, just like repeated nightmares, where our minds are blocked. Torment, unbearable dissipation represents death."

"You are right in saying that we are just clowns dancing in the palm of Guo Junjie, without any freedom, and we will never be able to escape."

"If Shen Meng and Xue Fei don't appear again tonight, is it possible that the red skirt is your other classmate?" I wasn't sure if Xiumu was lying, so I asked to get more information.

Shaking his head, Hideki said a very important point: "The students who suffer the curse are all wearing school uniforms, only the outsiders are different, such as Yingzi, I have never figured out her origin."

Sakura, who seems to be living in a dream, is also an outsider?

"When did she appear?"

"About a year ago, she said that she came here to wait for someone. However, don't be deceived by her appearance, that guy looks cute and harmless, but in fact he has a lot of resentment, even we avoided three points."

As an adult, Hideki and I think differently. The driving force of behavior is the purpose. There are all kinds of ghosts hiding in Xinhu High School. What is their purpose?

"There must be treasures in this school that are useful for ghosts, so it will cause trouble."

"I've never heard of any treasures in our school. It's just that when the school was first established, there was a lunatic who pointed at the main entrance of our school, saying that he occupied his ancestral grave and cursed him for three days and three nights. Send it away." Xiumu shrugged his shoulders: "I found that you are really curious about everything, why don't you be an anchor, and just dub a hundred thousand whys."

I coughed twice to cover up my embarrassment. Being taught by a brat was really uncomfortable: "Come on, since you are all cursed by Guo Junjie, as long as you find him, you can solve many problems."

"You can't find it. We have wandered around this school for five years and haven't found any trace of him. We only know that he is watching us secretly, but we don't know where he is hiding."

I can somewhat understand Xiumu's despair: "Don't worry, I'm an expert in searching for people and dead bodies."

The mass death incident at Xinhu High School has not been disclosed to the outside world. If you want to dispose of so many corpses, you must not transport them outside with great fanfare. Burning them on the spot is the safest way.

"Let's go to the clean sink where Guo Junjie drowned first, and then go to the incineration trench where the school garbage is disposed of." After reaching an agreement with Xiumu, I put the dormitory key in my pocket: "The red skirt may leave, let's hurry up Rush out!"

Grabbing the handle, twisting the lock, I opened the door, picked up the camera and ran towards the stairs.

"Run! She seems to be following me!"

You don't need to turn your head to know who Xiumu is referring to. I ran like crazy, stepping three or four steps, and finally ran out of the girl's apartment without any danger.

"Let's go! Go to the water treatment center immediately, don't be caught up!" I habitually picked up Yingzi who was sitting on the side of the road and ran to the distance.

"Don't get excited, she doesn't seem to be chasing you."

Looking back, the red shadow was standing at the window on the second floor of the girl's apartment, as if waving to me.

I shuddered, this time I clearly saw that the woman was not wearing a long skirt, but a wedding dress that was as bright as blood.

"How do you feel that her figure is familiar?"

Putting this strange idea behind me, under Hideki's guidance, I came to the water purification center.

Push open the door, there are water pipelines in the small room, the innermost part is the boiler for heating hot water, and several large water storage tanks are connected to the boiler.

"He drowned in it." Climbing up to the water storage tank and opening the water filling port, which was only one foot wide, a stench came out.

Using the mobile phone to illuminate, there is not a drop of water in the huge water storage tank, it is just a black hole and nothing can be seen.

"You two are waiting outside, I want to go in and have a look." The one-foot-wide opening barely allowed me to pass through, and I climbed into it with difficulty.

It may be because it has not been opened for a long time, the oxygen in the water storage tank is thin, I resisted the painful feeling of suffocation, picked up the phone and seized the time to find something useful.

My feet were wet and slippery, I half hunched over, and it didn't take long before I saw a tattered school uniform in the corner of the jar.

I was about to reach for it when a boy's voice suddenly sounded in my ear: "Why are you killing me?"

"Who!" Looking back, there was nothing around, and at this moment, the only exit above my head, the one-foot-wide water injection port, was closed from the outside with a "bang"!