Super Scary live

In mandarin, cantonese, Korean and Japanese, approximate number four pronunciation and "death", and so is often considered unlucky Numbers, some of the buildings, for example, there is no 4 layer, 14, isn't there a name for the no. 4 in Hong Kong first ferry boats, Taiwan has no single digits for 4 plates, when choosing a phone number, we also tend to avoid tail number is 4.

I didn't believe in these spiritual things before, but that night, I looked at the house number overhead and fell into deep thought.

"Room 444."

The address on the small advertisement was completely correct. Even I could not believe that there was such a place in Jiangcheng.

"Want to go in?"

It's like the last level of the game. I have mixed feelings right now.

Dark can't see the end of the corridor, occasionally feet step on the way to the bodies of deadwood and insects, more let I care about is, there are four floor underground, mobile phone black screen for no reason, and only weapon Germany imported 8 kv voltage bop Wolf also stop work, I lost all security, all want to face the coming with his bare hands.

The grim, scary environment and the old woman before the hidden poem, I was on tenterine, the more I thought, the more afraid.

"If it was just a prank or an alternative variety show, it would have been too much work, and I was looking everywhere, and there were no cameras or obvious human signs, so it didn't seem like a joke."

Palm on the doorknob, I fantasized that after opening the door, there would be more than a dozen cameras on me, and the host in a suit and tie gave me a warm hug, holding a mike Shouting: "Congratulations to Mr. Gao through the test, this is a million dollars for you..."

Yy is happy, reality is always sad.

"Crunch," with the ugly sound of the door opening and flying dust, I enter the house.

"Is anyone there?

The dim light shook overhead, the carpet smelled musty, the rotten tables and chairs were piled in the middle of the room, and on the innermost wall were written crooked in big letters: The Show of the Underworld.

No flashbulbs, no cameras, no dead ghosts with blood on their faces and heads dangling.

The best was not to be seen, the worst was not to be seen, and just beyond the door was an abandoned warehouse.

"Don't be careless, since the address Xia Qingzhi provided is true, it is likely that this is the first scene of her brother's murder, that is to say, I am now in a room where a murder took place."

I closed the door gently, and the light from the bulb flickering overhead made me feel a little relieved.

"Is anyone there? The lights were clearly on, but the furnishings gave the illusion that they had been abandoned for a long time.

I felt strange stepping on the damp carpet, as if I were stepping on blood-curdled hair.

The crack of the floor underfoot, and the occasional hole or two can be seen in the body of an unknown insect.

The tables and chairs in the middle of the room were carved with all sorts of frightening words, and in some places were marked with long marks from fingernails, as if the people who had sat there had been subjected to extreme torture and pain.

Go to the most inside, netherworld show field four characters with blood red paint painted on the wall, at first also nothing, but see for a long time the total feeling of the word contains ferocious and strange.

"Ordinary pigments or paints tend to fall off in clumps over time, while the color becomes dark, reddish and brownish, which seems to be characteristic of blood..."

There was also a small door at the edge of the inner wall, which I pushed open in curiosity after a fruitless search outside.

"PSST..." I took a breath and froze at the door.

There was a black table two metres long in the not too big room, and three people sat side by side on the other side of the table!

They were dressed in formal clothes, much like what I had imagined a radio host to be. The only thing that bothered me was that all three were wearing paper masks, which at first glance made me think they were three paper dolls.

"Are you here for an interview?" The man in the middle raised his head mechanically, his voice dumb and low, like opening a rusty can.

"Yes, yes, I'm here for an interview." At the moment three people do not feel clear, perhaps is the murderer of the brother who kills Xia Qing, must keep calm in front of such cold-blooded murder demon.

"I came across your advertisement and was very interested in your show in the underworld. In the Internet era, I firmly believe that only innovation and innovation can achieve success, so I want to join you." Improvise, borrow the slope donkey, in order to strengthen the persuasion, I also put wrinkled small card on the black tribute table.

"Interested?" The three of them looked at each other, and whether it was my illusion, the paper masks on their faces seemed to show a chilling smile.

"It's a coincidence that you found this place, but you can't be a live anchor at a show in the grave." The masked man crossed his chin. "Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Yes, of course." A few years ago, I was expelled from the police academy. I went almost all over the personnel department of major companies in Jiangcheng with a fake resume. I have summed up my own experience in dealing with the interviewers.

With enigmatic confidence, I smiled and nodded: "You ask."

"The name."

"High health."

"Do you have any previous relevant work experience? Like, have you ever live-streamed on other platforms?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of experience, but I have strong communication skills and I'm temperamentally suited to be an anchor." Being realistic and honest about your weaknesses and emphasizing your strengths is one of the interview techniques.

"That's right, but the anchor of the underworld show is different from the anchor of other platforms. We not only need to communicate with the audience, but also need to protect ourselves and let ourselves live..."

"To survive..." When the interviewer said this, I realized that things were getting out of my control.

"Yes, it's simple. Just survive." The middle man stroked the face of the mask, let the paper man show a strange expression: "There are countless legends hidden in our city, the thirteen steps of the deserted village school, take the last bus of the dead, the wandering face in the early morning monitoring, has been wandering in the door of the little girl in red... There are so many stories like this. Are they all fiction?"

"I suppose..." Before I came here, I would have said without hesitation: Yes, it's all made up.

"Wait, LISTEN TO YOUR MEANING, IS OUR GRAVE SHOW THE ANCHOR EVERY DAY TO GO TO THOSE PLACES to find the spirit to find material? !"

"Quick reaction, I kind of like you." The giggles were hardly human. "Don't you find it exciting to be alive in the shadows of midnight, hitting the city's scariest horrors?"

"Livestreaming scenes from ghost stories is rather curious and may satisfy the psychological needs of a large number of people." I have a take not a take to deal with the front of the three people, in fact, the heart has played back.

In all fairness, I don't hate creepy movies, but if you want me to be the lead in one, that's a whole different ball game.

Just the idea of turning over coffin boards at night, breaking into a cloister door, and being chased by a bunch of ghost spirits makes me sick.

"Ghost stories? No, no, you don't seem to get it." The man in the mask put his chin on his hands, and the paper man's eyes cut through me like a sword. "The truth is always scarier than the story, and I promise you that the deepest despair you have ever experienced begins the moment you know the truth."

'What do you mean?

"The answer lies in this city, where you become a witness to another world and a true horror." There was no joke in the man's words. His tone was dull and subdued.

"It's not like a performance..." Now that I'm 90% sure that the underworld show is not a prank or a variety show, I seem to have landed myself in a big mess.

Lean back and retreat begins.

But the masked man seemed to know what I was thinking and didn't see him do anything. The door behind him creaked and he closed it slowly: "Don't be nervous, your interview has just begun."