Chapter 0005 Start Live Broadcast
Live broadcast is starting...
Barrage access in progress...
The scene changed, 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 whether there will really be any audience for this weird live broadcast room of ghost stories.
Staring at myself on the screen was very strange, and sitting alone in a spooky room where someone had died made me feel creepy.
Fortunately, some audience members came in soon after.
"What the hell? I clearly clicked on a beautiful girl's profile picture, why did this weird thing appear?"
"Where's the pretty dancer who was supposed to strip online?"
"Fuck, I knew I was fooled again!"
However, the audience seemed to be attracted by some kind of pornographic advertisement.
"Hello, everyone. Welcome to the Ghost Talk Live Room." I forced a smile towards 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.
"Ghost Talk Live Room? What is that?"
"Look at this dimly lit little hotel, look at this male protagonist with a weak face, look at this lingering sense of déjà vu in this little video, there is only one truth... that is - a live online performance!"
"Fuck! The one above, I'm not well educated, don't lie to me! Where's the female lead? I don't want to see a male lead with kidney deficiency, I want to see a white-skinned, beautiful girl with big breasts and long legs."
However, the audience knows how to entertain themselves. In just ten minutes or so, all kinds of comments have been posted, showing their true colors as fans.
It's just that they were clamoring to watch some online performance, and I had a headache explaining it.
"My dear viewers, this is a serious live broadcast. We are broadcasting... a weird adventure program. There is no female lead, only a righteous male anchor. My last name is Li, and you can call me Boss Li."
"Boss Li vs. Baldy Qiang? Damn, this is too heavy!"
"You took off your pants, and you're just showing me this?"
"Hello, Boss Li. Goodbye, Boss Li!"
In an instant, half of the viewers in the live broadcast room disappeared.
The world is really going downhill.
I shook my head, and the fear in my heart was half diluted by the playfulness of my netizens.
"Let me introduce to you where I am. The Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop. Have you heard of it? Yes, it's the steamed bun shop that serves human meat barbecued pork buns."
"After the bun shop closed, the owner turned the house into a short-term rental. Rumor has it that in Room 4, a woman dies tragically every six months..."
I started communicating with these netizens. It was a long night to go by and I couldn't just sit in the room all the time.
"This is the legendary Room 4. I will stay here tonight..." I walked and showed the situation here to my friends.
"Wow, that's scary... So, there really aren't any sexy female anchors?"
"I've heard of this bun shop. It's really weird. I heard that the women there all have black hair and wear red dresses. Their throats are cut and they bleed to death!"
"The one above, I can see that you are the anchor's agent!"
"I'm not kidding. I used to live near there. It felt eerie whenever I got close to that bun shop. You are really brave, host."
"I've heard about it, and I've seen photos of the scene. It was so bloody... People nowadays really value money over their lives. They'll do anything to become famous."
Some viewers believed it, while others didn't. The conversations between them made the live broadcast room lively.
As time goes by, the popularity of the live broadcast room continues to rise.
There was nothing unusual in Room 4. My friends kept calling me a liar, and my popularity kept falling. However, I didn’t care at all. I just hoped that this night would remain peaceful.
But things did not go as planned. Soon, the tranquility of the room was broken by a sudden knock on the door.
Boom boom boom——
"who?"
My first instinct was that the woman had returned.
Holding a Swiss knife in one hand and a large-screen mobile phone in the other, I walked to the door and put my eyes to the peephole.
What came into view was a woman with long black hair. From the cat's eye perspective, her head was big and her body was small, which looked particularly strange.
"Who are you?"
"This is my room." A low and 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.
"Excuse me, can I change rooms with you tonight? Here is the key to Room 3." I bent down and slipped the key out through the crack at the bottom of the door.
"Open the door." The woman 's voice was a little out of tune. Her pale hand was placed on the door handle, and then the sound of the door handle turning was heard.
"Ma'am, wait..."
Snap!
The locked door was opened and a woman walked in.
I was startled and stepped back quickly.
The bright red skirt swayed as the woman walked barefoot to the bed like a ghost, sat down, lowered her head and remained motionless.
I was confused and stood at the door, not daring to approach her easily.
The comments in the live broadcast room were boiling at this time.
"I told you, there must be a female anchor!"
"Long black hair, long red skirt, young woman, I got it right, all right! Is she a human or a ghost?"
"The host's acting is great! I was almost fooled. This girl dressed as a ghost has a nice figure! Look at her face, I strongly request to see her face!"
I switched the lens, and having many friends online might help me see more things.
At this moment, the woman slowly raised her head, her long black hair slid to both sides, revealing a mature, beautiful but dull face.
"Why is it you?!" My eyes widened in disbelief.
The 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.
"Why are you here? What's wrong with this phone?" I moved closer to the woman and asked angrily.
The woman froze for a moment, her empty eyes slowly focused, but her gaze passed me and looked behind me, her eyes suddenly widened with fear.
"Close the door quickly and don't let it in!" the woman shouted in a shrill voice.
"What?"
I turned around and saw only 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 terrifying outside.
I walked to the door suspiciously and looked outside.
At the other end of the corridor, at the dark staircase, a strange sound was faintly heard, as if something was really coming.
My heart tightened, and I closed the door and quickly locked it.
The woman's screams stopped and she huddled at the foot of the bed, panting, her breasts rising and falling.
"The young lady's acting is a bit exaggerated, but I like the benefits of panting..."
"Wait, don't you see that on the other side of the corridor, there is a woman also wearing a red dress?"
"Of course I saw it. Let me predict the following plot: The anchor fought two red-dressed female ghosts all night and died in the end. It was really scary!"
“The host and the two young ladies seemed a little unfamiliar with each other, but the atmosphere they created was good and successfully aroused my curiosity…”
I accidentally glanced at the barrage and my body froze. It was a hot day but I felt cold all over.
