Strange talk live room

Live broadcast is starting

The barrage is being accessed.

The scene turned, and the pale face of a man in his twenties appeared on the screen.

I stared blankly at myself on the screen, feeling a little uncomfortable for a moment.

At this time, there was no audience in the live broadcast room, and it was quite deserted.

I doubt that this weird live broadcast room will really have any audience?

It was very weird to stare at myself with big eyes and small eyes with myself on the screen, and sitting alone in a gloomy room where people had died, I always felt hairy all over.

Fortunately, not long after, an audience actually came in.

"What the hell? I clearly clicked on the beautiful girl's profile picture, but why did it come out like this?"

"What about the beautiful dancer we agreed to strip online?"

"When I wiped it, I knew I had been fooled again!"

However, it seems that the audience was attracted by some kind of colored small advertisement.

"Hello everyone, welcome to the live broadcast room of Guaitan." I forced a smile to the camera and greeted the audience stiffly.

Although I have watched many live broadcasts, this is my first time as a host and I don’t know how to liven up the atmosphere.

"Gaitan live broadcast room? What the hell?"

"Look at this dimly lit small hotel, look at this male protagonist with a weak face, look at this lingering sense of déjà vu in this short video, there is only one truth. That is - live online performance!"

"Shit! Upstairs, I don't study well, don't lie to me! Where's the heroine? I don't want to see a male protagonist with a weak kidney, but a fair-skinned and beautiful one with big breasts and long legs."

However, the audience knows how to entertain themselves. In just ten minutes, various barrages have been posted, showing their true nature as water friends.

It's just that they are clamoring to watch some online performances, and I have some headaches explaining it.

"Dear friends, this is a serious live broadcast. The live broadcast is a weird adventure program. There is no female protagonist, only an upright male anchor. My surname is Li, you can call me Boss Li."

"Boss Li vs. Bald Qiang? Damn, this is too strong!"

"You've taken off your pants and you're just going to show me this?"

"Hello, Boss Li. Goodbye, Boss Li!"

The water friends in the live broadcast room were instantly reduced by half.

The world is really in decline.

I shook my head, and the fear in my heart was half diluted by the naughty water friends.

"Let me introduce to you the place where I am. The Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop, have you heard of it? Yes, it is the steamed bun shop that sells human-meat barbecued pork buns."

"After the bun shop closed, the owner converted the house into a short-term rental. It is said that in Room 4, a woman died tragically here every six months."

When I communicate with these water friends, I still have a long night to spend. I can't just sit in the room all the time.

"This is the legendary Room 4. I'm going to stay here tonight." I walked around the room with my large-screen mobile phone and showed the situation here to the water friends.

"Wow, that's scary. So, is there really no sexy female anchor?"

"I've heard about this bun shop. It's really evil. I heard that the women all had black hair and were wearing red dresses. Their throats were cut and they bled to death!"

"Upstairs, I can see that you are the anchor's bastard!"

"I'm not kidding. I used to live near that place. Whenever I get close to that bun shop, it feels eerie. Host, you are so brave."

"I've heard about it, and I've seen photos from the scene. It's bloody. People nowadays really want money rather than their lives. They will do anything for fame."

Some water friends believe it, and some don't believe it. Your words and my words make the live broadcast room lively.

As time passes, the popularity of the live broadcast room continues to rise.

There was nothing unusual in room 4. Friends called me a liar, and my popularity continued to fall. But I didn't care at all. I just hoped that the night would be peaceful.

But things didn't go as planned. Not long after, the peace of the room was broken by a sudden knock on the door.

Dong dong dong——

"who?"

My first instinct was that the woman was back.

Holding a Swiss knife in one hand and a large-screen mobile phone in the other, I came to the door and put my eyes on the cat's eye.

What came into view was a woman with long black hair. From the cat's eye view, she had a large head and a small body, which made her look particularly weird.

"Who are you?"

"This is my room." A low, cold voice came. The woman outside the door lowered her head, her long hair covering her face. I couldn't see her appearance, but I could see that she was wearing a red dress.

"I'm sorry, can I change rooms with you tonight? This is the key to room 3." I bent down and slipped the key through the crack in the door below.

"Open the door." The woman's voice changed slightly, her pale hand placed on the door handle, and then the sound of the door handle turning came.

"Ma'am, wait"

Click!

The locked door was opened unexpectedly, and the woman pushed the door open and walked in.

I was startled and backed away quickly.

The bright red skirt was rippling. Like a ghost, the woman walked barefoot to the bed and sat down, her head lowered and motionless.

I was shocked and stood at the door, not daring to approach her easily.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was boiling at this time.

"Let me tell you, there must be a female anchor!"

"Long black hair, red dress, young woman, hit, all hit! Is she a human or a ghost?"

"The anchor is so good at acting! I almost got deceived. The girl playing ghost has a good figure! Look at her face. I strongly request to see her face!"

I switch the camera, there are many water friends, maybe it can help me see more things.

At this time, the woman slowly raised her head, her long black hair falling to both sides, revealing a mature, beautiful but dull face.

"Why is it you?!" My eyes opened wide in disbelief.

This woman in the red dress is the mentally ill woman who handed me the black phone the day before yesterday!

The woman didn't seem to recognize me, her expression was expressionless, and her eyes were as empty as a puppet's.

"Why are you here? What's wrong with this phone?" I moved closer to the woman and asked angrily.

The woman froze for a while, and her empty eyes slowly focused, but her eyes looked past me and behind me. Her eyes suddenly opened wide, full of fear.

"Close the door quickly, don't let it in!" the woman shouted in a high voice.

"What?"

I turned around and all I saw was the open door and the dim corridor outside.

"Quick! Close the door! Close the door!" The woman shrank to the corner of the bed in fear, as if there was something extremely scary outside.

I walked to the door suspiciously and looked outside.

At the other end of the corridor, at the dark staircase, there was a faint strange sound, as if something was really coming.

My heart tightened, I closed the door and quickly locked it.

The woman's screams stopped, and she huddled at the foot of the bed panting, the peaks on her chest rising and falling.

"My young lady's acting skills are a bit exaggerated, but I like the sweetness and benefits."

"Wait, didn't you see that there is a woman also wearing a red dress on the other side of the corridor?"

"Of course I saw it. Let me predict the following plot: The anchor fights two female ghosts in red all night, and in the end everyone is killed. It is really scary!"

"The anchor and the two ladies are a little unfamiliar with each other, but they created a good atmosphere and successfully aroused my curiosity."

I glanced at the barrage unintentionally and my body froze. It was obviously a hot day but I felt cold all over.