Strange talk live room

The scarlet light kept flashing. Looking at the ferocious blood words on the screen, I was stunned for about ten seconds.

How does this live streaming software know about the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop?

A chill ran down my spine. Thinking of the woman's strange behavior during the day, I was startled and confused.

However, I soon calmed down again.

I heard that there is a behind-the-scenes team behind this live broadcast software, which uses various methods to create momentum and increase the attractiveness of the software.

Since this software is called the Ghost Stories Live Room, it must also focus on weird and terrifying live broadcasts. The team behind the scenes should have recorded all the ghost stories in the city.

Through the positioning system, as long as the mobile phone is close to one of the ghost talk locations, the corresponding live broadcast window will pop up like rogue software.

Capture people's attention and attract traffic.

This trick is indeed quite bluffing, and the interface of the software is also very scary. The faint of heart may be frightened.

No, it's not that easy to bluff me.

Smiling contemptuously, I pressed the No button.

"Tip: 2 chances left."

The ferocious blood word disappeared, the phone returned to calm, and only the icon like the missing photo frame remained on the screen.

However, there is a black and white portrait of a person in the photo frame, which is really like a posthumous photo.

This man's appearance looked very familiar.

When I took a closer look, I was shocked.

Isn’t this a photo of me?

Damn it, when did this software upload my photos?

I frowned and clicked on the icon, but the software couldn't be opened like it was during the day.

After thinking about it, I felt that this rogue software must have secretly taken a photo of me while I was looking at my phone, and then put it on the icon.

Shameless!

In order to make money, you will do anything you can!

"The idea is good, but the method is despicable and off-putting. The software is not stable enough. Bad review!"

I threw the phone back into the drawer, yawned, and went back to my room to sleep.

I don’t know why, but I felt very cold that night. On a hot day, I needed to cover myself with a thick quilt to barely sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, my back hurt and my head was still groggy.

"When did the bed become so hard?"

I opened my eyes drowsily and was stunned.

What came into view was not the familiar and old ceiling of the bedroom, but the gray sky divided into pieces by messy wires.

At this time, I was sleeping on the street of the village in the city!

Damn it, what's going on?

I jumped up and looked around.

At this time, it was just dawn, but there was no one on the narrow and dirty street. It was deserted everywhere, and there was an inexplicable eerie feeling.

I was obviously sleeping in the shop last night, why are people on the street now?

Moreover, my whole body was sore and my clothes were still stained with dust. It was obvious that I had slept on the floor for a long time.

Sleepwalking?

I've never had this problem!

My heart was pounding, and I saw what seemed to be a dilapidated old house next to me. My body suddenly stiffened, and I subconsciously raised my head.

Moving his eyes upward, there was a shaky rusty sign hanging on the door with several large faded characters on it.

Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop!

My heart tightened and I took a breath.

Did I sleep all night at the door of the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop? !

Cold sweat slid down my forehead, my mind was buzzing, and I was so frightened that I couldn't think straight for a moment.

squeak——

Suddenly, the hotel's dilapidated door opened a gap, and a thin, black hand grasped the door panel, trying to push the door open.

I suddenly came to my senses and ran away as fast as I could.

I walked through the village in the city in one breath, ran back to my shop, opened the rolling shutter door and got in.

My heart was beating fast, and I lit a cigarette shiveringly. I took two deep puffs, but I still felt cold all over.

I really have no memory at all of how I slept outside. The last memory I have of last night is that I fell asleep in bed covered with a quilt.

It's scary enough to sleep on the street unknowingly in the middle of the night, but why not sleep in front of the Eight Immortals Bun Shop, just in case there is really something dirty or a perverted murderer there?

I was so frightened that I didn't dare to think about it.

What the hell is going on?

Sleepwalking?

I've never had this problem.

Could it be that something happened?

This is even more impossible. I've been in the shop these past few days and haven't encountered anything weird. The only customer was the mentally disturbed woman yesterday.

Could it be

"Boy, your hall is black and your eyes are dull. There will be a bloody disaster within three days!"

At this time, a sudden voice sounded behind me, which startled me.

I was so absorbed in thinking that I didn't notice that there was another person in the shop.

"Damn lame, you are so startled, you want to scare me to death!" I knew without looking that the person coming was Wang Laizi, a colleague of this village in the city.

He is about the same age as my father, so he is considered a senior, but he is not as good as me. I still have a store anyway, but he has no fixed place and can only set up a street stall. He is either kicked out by the urban management or beaten by customers.

Because he never calculated accurately.

Judging from how sneaky he was today, he probably ran into trouble again and came to my place to hide from trouble.

"Boy, when I saw your face just now, you looked gloomy and full of misfortune. This is a very bad sign!" Cripple Wang was leaning on his broken crutch with a serious look on his face.

I rolled my eyes.

Are you trying to fool me with the same cliches you use when dealing with customers? I have only one word for him.

"Gewuen!"

"Although it is dangerous, it is not impossible to resolve it. Seeing that we have met each other, I will definitely not stand idly by."

"I have no money!"

"A meal is fine."

Wang Laizi smiled cheekily.

Unable to resist his persistence, I treated him to another breakfast.

As if he hadn't eaten for three days, he ate three steamed buns in one go as if he was reincarnated from starvation, and his mouth was full of oil.

After finishing his meal, Wang Laizi picked his teeth with satisfaction and placed a yellow talisman folded into a triangle on the folding table of the breakfast stall.

"I, Old Wang, am a man of my word, and this talisman can help you eliminate disasters and solve problems!"

I said disgustedly: "Old Wang, you are really good at business. You want to exchange for my three-cage steamed buns with just one broken talisman!"

"Boy, don't blaspheme the talisman! Do you know the origin of this talisman?"

"This is called the Soul-Suppressing Talisman. It was painted by Master Dedao who gathered the spiritual power of heaven and earth. It can suppress all demons and monsters in the world. It is rare in the world. I got it by chance. I have kept it for many years and will not let it go."

Wang Laizi was so boastful that it would have sounded like that if it weren't for the vegetable leaves stuck on his teeth.

The yellow talisman was full of oil stains, and it was unknown who was desecrating the talisman.

But you can keep it and sell it back to customers, and you can make some money.

I wrapped the yellow charm in toilet paper and put it in my pocket.

"Boy, remember, you must wear it close to your body within three days!" Wang Laizi warned seriously and limped away with a cane.

Being disturbed by Wang Laizi, the fear of last night was diluted.

Because his fortune-telling has never been accurate. If he says something is going to happen, it must be okay.

I must have been sleepwalking last night!

I comforted myself like this, but I still felt a little uneasy. I opened the drawer and took out the black mobile phone to look at it.

The tentacles were cold, and the black and white avatar on the live broadcast software looked at me expressionlessly.

I clicked several times, but the software still cannot be opened.

I put my phone back in the drawer and sat in the shop all day. Before a customer came to my door, it was getting dark.

Late at night, I was still sleepless and worried that when I fell asleep, I would run into the street like I did last night. While he was turning around, the phone vibrated again.

Buzz buzz——

The rapid vibration was particularly harsh in the quiet shop.

I jumped up excitedly.

Flashing red light leaked from the cracks in the counter drawer.

It’s that cell phone again!