Chapter 3 Ghost Talk Live Room
The beating blood-red light illuminated the shop in uncertain light and darkness.
Standing in front of the counter, my heart was beating fast and I didn't know what I was afraid of. I took a deep breath and had the courage to open the drawer.
The large black-screen mobile phone was buzzing and vibrating, and a row of red and ferocious blood characters were beating on the screen.
"The host's identity has been bound. The first live broadcast location is: Baxian Baozi Shop. Do you want to open the live broadcast room?"
Under the red text, there are two options.
whether.
I hesitated for a moment and pressed the No button.
"Tip: 1 chance left."
The ferocious blood words disappeared, the phone returned to calm, and only the black and white icon that looked like a deceased photo remained on the screen.
The icon shows me with an expressionless face, like a dead person.
My heart was pounding, so I threw the cold phone back into the drawer and ran back to the bedroom to turn on the light.
No sleep at all, I curled up on the bed and lit a cigarette.
The location of the live broadcast was the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop, and I happened to sleepwalk to the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop. Is there any connection between this?
Could it be that my sleepwalking was caused by the software?
impossible!
It’s so unbelievable. Compared to this, I believe that I am possessed by evil spirits!
These two must be coincidences!
There is something called psychological suggestion.
If you tell a person that he will be unlucky in three days, even if he doesn't believe it, he will subconsciously associate the unfavorable things that happened in the past few days with this sentence.
In fact, there is no necessary relationship, but the person involved can't help but make the association and spend money to buy peace of mind.
This is how we make money in this business.
Even though I was thinking this way, I still couldn't convince myself. I felt uneasy and didn't dare to fall asleep. In the end, I just picked up my phone and played games, planning to stay up until dawn.
cold!
My whole body aches!
I opened my eyes drowsily and saw the messy wires and the gray-white sky again.
Sleepwalking again? !
Ignoring the pain in my body, I sat up from the ground and turned to look next to me. Sure enough, it was the Eight Immortals Bun Shop!
The door was half open, and half of a skinny old man's body was exposed, staring at me closely with cloudy eyes. He suddenly held a bloody kitchen knife in his drooping old hand.
I didn't have time to think about anything, so I got up and ran.
I didn't dare to take a big breath until I ran back to my own shop.
A layer of cold sweat broke out all over my body, my T-shirt was cold against my body, and I was in shock.
Next time I sleep in front of a steamed bun shop, will the old man kill me with a knife and make human pork buns?
What the hell is going on?
I don’t know when I fell asleep last night, let alone how I ended up sleeping at the door of the Eight Immortals Bun Shop. Just thinking about myself going out unconsciously makes me feel terrified.
My mind was in chaos, and it took a lot of effort for me to slowly calm down, and I lit a cigarette to ease my fear.
I don't know why, but I have a gut feeling that this is not sleepwalking.
Maybe it really has something to do with the live broadcast software.
Because the sleepwalking started on the night when he refused to live broadcast. It can be said to be a coincidence once, but can it be explained like this the second time?
Recalling the woman on the verge of collapse, I was horrified.
Maybe, she became this crazy look because of the live broadcast software.
Who in the right mind can withstand one after another of shocks?
Thinking of this, I opened the drawer again and took out the large black phone.
I clicked on the icon made of my avatar, but the live broadcast software still cannot be opened. Maybe it can only be opened at night?
Night comes.
I didn't dare to sleep, so I sat in the shop and waited anxiously.
The black large-screen mobile phone lay quietly on the old counter.
Time passed by minute by second, and the night slowly got deeper.
The shop was so quiet that I seemed to be able to hear my own heartbeat.
I can't explain my feelings. I want my phone to ring, but I don't want it to ring either.
Buzz buzz——
The time pointed to 12 o'clock, and the black mobile phone on the counter suddenly vibrated, and a red light flashed on the screen.
Still here!
I shook violently and mustered up a lot of courage before I picked up the ice-like phone. After a moment of hesitation, I pressed yes among the options under the word in blood.
The blood words disappeared, the phone screen went black for a second, and new blood words slowly appeared.
"When night falls, the city loses its disguise and reveals its ferocious side. In the dark corners where no one pays attention, countless strange stories are hidden, peeking into the world secretly."
"Welcome to the ghost talk live broadcast room."
"Your identity has been bound. Congratulations, you have become the new anchor of Guaitan Live Room."
"First live broadcast location: Baxian Baozi Shop. Mission: Check into Room 4 within 24 hours and survive from midnight to dawn."
"Reward for this mission: "Sky Eye Observation Technique""
“More and more features and rewards will be unlocked after completing the first live broadcast.”
Behind the description is a button to start the live broadcast, and it is equipped with a countdown.
"There are 23 hours and 58 minutes left until the live broadcast starts."
"Tip: If you leak the live broadcast, fail to live broadcast on time, or fail to live broadcast, you will be completely wiped out!"
When I saw the end, I couldn't help but frown.
Completely obliterate?
It sounds like a fantasy, but thinking about my two strange sleepwalkings, I feel more and more that this is not an ordinary live broadcast software.
I don't know if the "Sky Eye Observation Technique" is true or not, but this software seems to have some extraordinary and strange power. If you don't do what it says, it may be really dangerous.
However, just hearing about the task of staying in a room where people have died many times in the Baxian Baozi Shop makes people go numb.
Even if there were no ghosts inside, the weird old man who seemed to have made human-meat barbecued pork buns still made me scared.
Do you really want to go?
I was frightened and couldn't make up my mind.
I took a look at the countdown. Anyway, there is still such a long time, I want to verify it again.
The next day.
Open your eyes.
I have never thought that my old ceiling looked so good.
No sleepwalking!
I lay peacefully on my bed.
But I am not happy, because this proves that sleepwalking is indeed related to the live broadcast software on the mobile phone.
If you are unable to live broadcast on time or do not complete the live broadcast, you may really be wiped out.
I no longer took any chances, I knew I had no other choice.
If I had known this, I would have ignored that crazy woman.
But people don't have the ability to predict the future. If I had to do it again, I might still do it. Who told me that I was too poor to take the blame?
He sighed bitterly.
Since I have to enter the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop, I have to be fully prepared.
The whole day, I was looking for Wang Laizi.
This damn guy seems to be everywhere when I don't want to see him, and when I need him, I can't find him.
I asked everyone in the urban village who knew him, but no one knew where he had gone.
Yesterday, he said that if I had bad luck, I would be in a bloody disaster. I don't know if he was trying to cheat me out of a job, or if he really saw something.
But I can't find him, so I have to rely on myself.
Night falls.
The noisy urban village gradually became quiet, and the chaotic buildings revealed strange outlines against the bright lights in the distance, as if they were parasitic beasts forgotten on the edge of the city.
Carrying my black mobile phone, I walked through the dirty streets and walked step by step towards the Eight Immortals Bun Shop.
Low and dilapidated houses stand alone on the edge of the urban village, like tombstones on the graves.
Unlike during the day, the door of the bun shop is wide open at this time, and the dim light shines out, like a monster sticking out its tongue, waiting for its prey to take the bait.
"There are 1 hour and 10 minutes left before the live broadcast starts."
After glancing at the countdown on my phone, I hesitated at the door for a while, then I bravely walked in.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a woman in red.