Chapter 0019 No. 44 Coffin Shop
"The current level is level nine anchor, and the reward function has been unlocked."
"23 hours and 58 minutes left until the live broadcast begins."
"Tip: If you leak the live broadcast, fail to broadcast on time, or the live broadcast fails, you will be completely wiped out!"
After watching the relevant content of the second live broadcast, I put down my large black screen mobile phone and lit a cigarette.
After being promoted to an official anchor, the functions of the live broadcast room have become more complete, with two more functions than last time.
First, the mission rewards are richer, but you can only choose one of three. And the specific use of the reward items can only be viewed after completing the mission.
Secondly, the reward function has been unlocked. The props obtained through rewards do not have specific uses, but only say that when a certain value is reached, there will be unexpected surprises.
Given the nature of the ghost story live broadcast room, I really doubt whether it is a surprise or a shock.
However, I still need to interact more with my friends in the future!
The next morning, I hurried out and took the first bus to Longfu Town.
Longfu Town is located in the eastern suburbs of the city. It has a good name, but it is actually a small town with a low sense of existence. The information that can be found on the Internet is that there is a funeral street there because it is close to the crematorium.
The bus was shaky and moving very slowly, stopping and starting along the way. It took nearly two hours to reach Longfu Town.
There is only one street in the whole town, and it looks like it can be walked around in less than five minutes. Low and old houses are scattered on both sides, and the walls are mottled and in disrepair.
There were hardly any people there, and most of the shops were closed.
The few owners of funeral supply stores are all middle-aged and elderly people, who slump over the counter or sit at the door with lifeless eyes staring at the bumpy streets.
My first impression of this town is that it is remote, deserted, backward and a bit desolate.
Compared to the noisy and bustling city, there is a quietness here that is like waiting for death. The people here are just like this small town, growing old quietly in a forgotten corner.
My appearance was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, without causing much ripples.
Perhaps it was a taboo in the industry. The owner of the funeral home just sat quietly in the shop, rolling his eyes and watching me pass by. No one came out to greet me.
The street became narrower and narrower, and at the end, I finally found the location of this live broadcast, Coffin Shop No. 44.
The old shop with white walls and black tiles stands alone at the end of the town, keeping a distance from other shops. The walls are covered with dead vines, like twisted and ugly blood vessels.
An old-fashioned wooden sign was hung above the gate. After so many years of wind and rain, the big words "Coffin Shop No. 44" had faded.
The area is much larger than I imagined. Even the main door has four panels and the wood lattice carvings are exquisitely crafted. It is not a modern building, nor does it look like an ordinary shop. It is more like an old-fashioned house.
The tightly closed door was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the door god portrait pasted on it was already in tatters, indicating that the door had not been opened for a long time.
I walked around Coffin Shop No. 44, found a hole in the wall, and looked inside.
The field of vision was limited and the light was dim, so all one could see were spider webs and the vague outlines of a few coffins.
"Hey, be careful! Don't stand there!"
I was watching intently when I suddenly heard a scream in my ear , which scared me.
I turned my head and saw a man in his thirties standing opposite me, staring at me nervously.
He was the first person in town to pay attention to me. In fact, he was not the only one who saw me hanging around Coffin Shop No. 44, but he was the only one who stood up and spoke.
"What's wrong? Is there any problem here?" I walked towards the man, worrying that I had no place to ask for information.
"Don't go near that house. It's not good." The man said cryptically.
"Why?"
"You are from outside, right? You don't know the taboos here. There is something wrong with that house. Don't get too close to it. Be careful of getting unlucky." The man didn't want to say too much and turned and walked into the grocery store diagonally opposite.
"Brother, what's the problem with the coffin shop? Can you explain it more clearly?" I followed him into the shop and asked.
"I don't know how to tell you, but no one from our place will ever go near that coffin shop. Strange things have happened to everyone who has anything to do with that house!" The man sat behind the glass counter with a serious expression.
"Isn't it just an old house ? That shouldn't be the case! You're talking nonsense, who are you trying to fool?" I pretended to be disdainful.
"You have to cherish your life, don't be superstitious! I only said a few words to you because you are young. Other people here don't even want to mention it."
"What's so strange? Tell me about it!"
The man shook his head and started to sort the shelves.
It was almost noon and there was not even a restaurant on the street, so I simply bought a bucket of instant noodles at the man’s grocery store so that I could stay there with a thick face.
After a lot of persuasion, the man finally lost his patience.
"What do you want to do? Why are you so interested in that coffin shop?"
"I..." I scratched my head, my brain working rapidly, and finally came up with a perfect excuse, "Actually, I'm a horror novelist. I usually collect materials everywhere, so I'm particularly interested in places like this."
As soon as I finished speaking, the man's expression suddenly became strange and he looked at me with strange eyes.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just think you look a lot like a friend of mine."
