Chapter 0077 Sudden Disaster
I didn’t expect that I have fans too.
“Believe it or not, everything I encountered during the live broadcast was real and not rehearsed in advance.” I thought about it and started talking to the man.
He is a viewer of the ghost story live broadcast room, and chatting with him about things related to the live broadcast room should not be considered a leak.
And I can also get clues related to the live broadcast room from the perspective of his audience.
"Wow, that's too exciting! Boss Li, can you take me with you next time? I love these mysterious and weird things the most!" The man smacked his lips.
He was very young, probably in his early twenties, the age for excitement.
I smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid not. The live broadcast process is far more dangerous than what you see. When you have experienced this, you will understand that an ordinary life is the happiest."
"It looks like it has a lot of depth, what a shame!"
The young man shook his head and reached out to tease the fat cat on my shoulder.
"Hey, your cat looks quite interesting. Will you bring it to your next live broadcast? I heard that black cats can be psychic."
But the fat cat seemed to hate it and avoided his hand with a bad look.
I took a closer look at him. His face looked a little gloomy and he yawned from time to time. He looked very weak, perhaps because he stayed up late the night before.
"You'll know when the next live broadcast comes. Remember to watch it on time and give me tips." I laughed and asked, "Can I ask what platform did you watch my live broadcast from?"
"Don't you know it yourself? Sometimes late at night, a window will pop up on your phone automatically. Just click it." The man asked curiously, "Your team is too good. Did they plant some virus in our phones?"
"But your recharge system is a bit strange. You can give rewards without recharging money. How do you make money? Advertising fees?"
"Sorry, my number has been called. We'll talk again when we have the chance."
I couldn't answer this question, so I took the opportunity to leave.
There is no doubt that the power of the ghost story live broadcast room is very strong, but what is the significance of the existence of this live broadcast room?
I was thinking about the little question mark about whether you have many friends.
You can give rewards without spending any money, which means that the purpose of the live broadcast room is not money. What exactly does it want to get from the audience?
What do you want to get from me?
There is no answer.
But I had a vague intuition that the live broadcast seemed to revolve around the twenty-eight constellations.
Perhaps, by unlocking the secrets of the twenty-eight constellations, we can unlock the secrets of the live broadcast room.
When all the truth comes to light, that's when I'll be out of all this trouble.
After completing the formalities and driving the new car back to the village, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.
The rush hour has not yet arrived, so the roads are still clear.
Halfway through the journey, the fat cat became restless and kept turning around in the seat, scratching my clothes or the window with its claws, as if it was very anxious.
"Too boring?"
I opened the car window to let in some fresh air and it was still the same.
"Do cats get carsick?" I didn't know what was wrong with it. We were driving on the road and couldn't stop. "Don't make a fuss. We'll be home soon."
The fat cat became increasingly uneasy, and suddenly jumped onto my knees and slid to my feet.
I just felt my right foot sink and I stepped on the brake involuntarily.
The car screeched to a halt.
"Hey, you stinky cat..." I was about to blame when there was a sudden loud bang in front of me, followed by a sharp brake sound that made my teeth ache.
I was startled and turned my head to look.
On the road, a small car collided with a truck that was coming sideways. The entire front of the car was shattered, and broken glass and metal pieces were scattered all over the ground. The people inside were probably in great danger.
The truck was lying across the middle of the road, and the surrounding cars were braking loudly.
My eyes widened and I felt a chill in my heart. If I hadn't stopped the car, I would have been killed.
Looking down at the fat cat climbing onto my knees, my heart was shocked.
Could it be that the reason it prevented me from going out today and caused trouble just now was all to save me?
The large truck blocked the road and vehicles could not pass. Soon police cars and ambulances arrived.
I got out of the car holding Fat Cat and stood among the crowd.
The people in the car were rescued, covered in blood and looked horrible. It was estimated that they were beyond saving.
The car had a temporary license plate and was obviously a new car. It had only been driven for a short time when it got into an accident. How pitiful.
I shook my head in a sigh, and inadvertently found that the bloodstained face of the person in the accident looked very familiar, as if I had seen it not long ago...
It's him!
My eyes flew open and my heart almost skipped a beat.
As a viewer of the live broadcast room, little question mark, do you have many friends?
It turned out that he was the one who got into trouble!
I was shocked beyond words.
Thinking of his gloomy expression and the fat cat's movement to avoid his hand, he couldn't help but look at the fat guy in his arms again.
"Can you tell that something's going to happen to him today?"
The fat cat just meowed and didn't speak any human language.
This cat is not only smart, but can also predict danger. Isn't that a treasure I have found?
But I can't be happy at all.
Even if a stranger dies tragically in a car accident, it is enough to arouse sympathy, let alone the viewers of the ghost story live broadcast room.
If I had known earlier, I should have used the divine eye to observe his aura, maybe I could have saved his life.
Traffic gradually cleared, and by the time we returned to the village in the city, it was already dark.
After parking the car, I went to the pet store and bought some cat supplies, planning to raise the fat cat.
The cat bed and food bowl are placed in the shop, but the fat cat doesn't even smell the cat food, nor does he sleep in the cat bed. He just likes to stay on the counter.
"What should I call you?"
The fat cat squatted on the counter with my newly bought bell collar hanging around its neck. It raised one paw and licked it to its mouth. It looked quite like the lucky cat mascot that people put up in stores.
"In that case, I'll call you Wangcai!" Touching the fat cat's head, I was very satisfied with this festive name.
The fat cat meowed, and it was unclear whether it was in favor or against it.
It's late at night.
I sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced with my eyes closed.
But I was restless and the question mark kept popping up in my mind: how many of your friends had died tragically? The car accident in the afternoon was like a shadow hovering in my heart.
I don’t know if it’s because of what happened these days that made me too sensitive, but I always feel that this matter is a bit weird, as if no one who has anything to do with the live broadcast room has a good ending.
But the car accident was just an accident. There is no reason for the ghost story live broadcast room to kill the audience, right?
Unless, this audience member did something.
Leaking the secrets of the live broadcast room to the outside world?
The truth is unknown.
The next few days were peaceful.
I stay in the shop every day to practice, racing against time to learn how to gather lightning before the next live broadcast.
When I finally felt thunder gathering in the palm of my hand, the seventh day arrived.
