Chapter 0006 Don't Open the Door
There is another woman in a red dress outside?
Why didn’t I see it when the door was closed just now?
The viewers in the live broadcast room don’t know each other, so it’s impossible for them to all collude to trick me. Their statements are surprisingly consistent, so there is definitely something out there.
Standing at the door, my scalp was tingling.
This is the scariest part. Everyone says there are people outside, but I can’t see anything.
I plucked up the courage to put my eyes close to the peephole again. In my distorted vision, the corridor was dark, there was no figure, and no sound at all.
The woman in the red dress mentioned by the netizens did not seem to come over.
I withdrew my gaze, turned around, and looked at the woman on the bed again with confusion.
Although she stopped screaming, she was still staring at the door, her body huddled in the corner of the bed and shivering, her long white legs exposed outside her skirt, and she didn't notice that she had exposed herself by her movements.
Her fearful expression shows that there is indeed something outside, but I don’t know if she is afraid of the woman in the red dress that the netizens saw.
After thinking about it, I slowly walked to the bed.
" Can we talk?" I was sure that she was a human being, so I wasn't too worried about the danger of being in the same room with her. After all, she was just a fragile woman.
The cell phone was given to me by her, and it also appeared in Room 4 of the bun shop. This is definitely not a coincidence. She must know something. I have to find a way to get something out of her.
"Don't open the door, it's outside." The woman raised her head, looked at me with her red eyes through her messy black hair, and said in a cold voice.
"Don't worry, I won't open it." There was only one bed in the room. I tried to sit on the other side of the bed, smiled, and tried to make myself look more friendly.
In order to prevent her from being constantly fantasized about by the obscene viewers in the live broadcast room, I switched the camera, which caused their dissatisfaction.
“Strongly oppose! Why did the anchor switch perspectives? Benefits should be shared by everyone!”
"The anchor is going to attack the girl. He is simply a beast!"
"Let go of that girl and let me come!"
I ignored them and continued smiling at the woman.
"Although this is our second meeting, I haven't had time to introduce myself yet. My last name is Li, you can call me Boss Li. What about you? What's your name?"
A trace of confusion flashed in the woman's eyes, and she shook her head: "I don't know."
I don't know if she was pretending or if she really didn't remember it. She said the same thing last time in my shop.
"Then I'll call you Sister Hong for now. Sister Hong, what's out there? Is it scary?"
"I don't know." Sister Hong still shook her head.
"Uh..." I was speechless for a while, "You don't even know, then what are you afraid of?"
"I have no idea."
Sister Hong kept saying this over and over again. If it were any other time, I would definitely think she was mentally retarded, but now I think she is definitely pretending to be stupid.
"Then why are you here? Don't you know what the Eight Immortals Baozi Shop is?"
"I don't know how I got here, but I know I must stay here tonight, otherwise something terrible will happen..." Sister Hong stopped here.
"It's scary to live here!" I frowned. "Then do you know what happened in Room 4?"
"I don't know. My boss let me live in this room." Sister Hong covered her mouth and yawned. She looked very tired and sleepy. She leaned her head tiredly against the corner.
"The boss asked you to live in Room 4?" My brows frowned even deeper. The old man was not a good person because he rented out the room even though he knew there was something wrong with it.
Sister Hong stopped talking. She looked like she wanted to sleep but was afraid to. She kept staring at the door vigilantly, as if something scary would run in at any time.
Judging from her appearance, there's nothing I can ask her.
I hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea of threatening with a knife. With so many viewers watching me in the live broadcast room, they would definitely think I was a bad guy.
It would be better to wait until the live broadcast is over before settling the matter with her.
The room fell silent.
A single man and a single woman are in the same room, and the atmosphere is not ambiguous, but rather weird.
The doors and windows were closed, the small room was airtight and the air was stuffy.
The faint smell of blood seemed to remind people that a bloody tragedy had happened in this room not long ago, making people dare not relax for a moment.
I loosened the collar of my shirt and lit a cigarette in annoyance. I began to think about why the fans could see the woman in the red dress outside, but I couldn't.
If I don't figure this out, and I'm unaware of the danger that's coming, that would be very bad.
"Why hasn't the anchor taken action yet? I've been waiting until the flowers have all wilted!"
"The anchor is worse than a beast!"
"Host, are you capable of this? If you can't, just say so earlier and stop wasting my data!"
The number of people in the live broadcast room decreased again. Looking at the comments flashing on the screen, I suddenly had an idea.
The picture you see is taken by a mobile phone, while I see things with my eyes. To be precise, the two are not the same picture... Could it be that this mobile phone can capture things that ordinary people cannot see with their naked eyes?
Thinking of this, I couldn't wait to verify it, so I took my phone and scanned the entire room, even the bathroom. However, there was nothing extra in the room in the video.
"What is the anchor doing? The camera is moving around so fast that it makes me dizzy."
"Is the anchor checking if there are any cameras in the room? He must be an experienced person with so much experience!"
"The guy above, are you stupid? Isn't he live streaming it? Why does he care if there is a camera?"
My fans were confused by me, but I was slightly relieved , at least the room was safe. Then I looked at the door, hesitating whether to open it and verify whether the woman in the red dress was outside.
Regardless of whether there really is a ghost or not, discover it early and respond early.
"It's coming." Sister Hong's trembling voice suddenly came from behind.
I turned around and saw her huddled in the corner of the bed, her eyes wide open and filled with fear.
"Who? The woman outside?" Her frightened look made me nervous as well.
"It's coming! It's coming!" Sister Hong's screams became louder and louder. She tried her best to shrink back, wishing she could squeeze herself into the wall.
it?
he?
Or her?
Before I could react, the light bulb above my head flickered twice and suddenly went out.
The room suddenly fell into darkness.
Sister Hong’s screams stopped abruptly.
There was deathly silence inside and outside the room.
"Sister Hong?" I called out, but there was no response.
My heart was beating nervously. I didn't know if it was an illusion. Although I couldn't see anything, I could clearly feel that there was something at the door.
Forcing myself to stay calm, I turned on the flashlight on my phone, pointed it at the door, and looked at the screen.
The cold white light shone on the old door panel, and the viewers in the live broadcast room were confused.
"This is such poor acting and such a shitty plot, bad review!"
"So boring! I kind of regret it. Why did I have to watch it until now?"
"Is there really a ghost? This atmosphere is a bit scary."
I didn't care what they thought. I stared at the screen closely, afraid that something would really get in.
My only trump card is the spirit-suppressing talisman given to me by Wang Quezi. I don’t know whether it is real or fake. What if there really is a ghost? Should I use my sword first or the talisman?
Click——
There was a slight sound of the lock spring jumping.
Then, the locked door was opened again.
Squeak, creak, creak——
The door slowly opened, and the friction sound of the wooden hinges seemed particularly harsh in the silence.
The cold air rushed in quietly.
My eyes widened, I held my breath, my hands in my pockets, holding both the Swiss knife and the talisman.
In the black and white image on the screen, the door slowly opened a crack, and a pale, slender hand reached in and grabbed the door.
