C3 Thriller interview

In Mandarin, Cantonese, Korean, and Japanese, the pronunciation of the number 4 is similar to the word "dead," so it is often regarded as an unlucky number. For example, some buildings do not have a 4 storey, 14 storeys, Hong Kong's new ferry does not have a 4 storey ship, Taiwan does not have a 4 digit license plate, and when choosing a mobile phone number, we often avoid having a 4 ending point.

I didn't believe in such idealistic things before, but that night I fell into a deep meditative state as I looked at the number above my head.

"Room 444."

The address on the advertisement was completely correct. Even I couldn't believe that there was actually such a place in River City.

"Do you want to go in?"

It was like playing the game to the very end, and my emotions were very complicated right now.

I could not see the end of the dark corridor, and occasionally I would step on dry rotting wood and the corpses of bugs. What bothered me even more was that this was the fourth floor of the basement, my cell phone was in a strange black state, and my only weapon, the 8000 volt anti-wolves imported by Germany, had stopped working. I had lost all security and had to face what was about to happen with my bare hands.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. In such a sinister and terrifying environment, coupled with the Old grandma's hidden poem from before, I became even more terrified.

"If it's just a prank or some other variety show, then the other party is way too generous. Besides, I've been paying attention to everything and haven't been able to find any video cameras or any obvious traces of manmade work. This doesn't seem like a joke."

With my hand on the doorknob, I imagined that when I opened the door, there would be more than ten cameras recording me. There were even people in suits who would give me a warm hug, holding onto a microphone and shouting, "Congratulations Mr. Gao for passing the test. This is a million as a reward for you …"

YY is happy, reality is always sad.

"Creak." With the unpleasant sound of the door opening and the dust flying in the air, I stepped inside.

"Is anyone there?"

The dim light swayed overhead, the carpet smelled musty, the decayed tables and chairs were piled in the middle of the room, and on the innermost wall, four large words were written crookedly — — Underworld Show.

There were no flashing lights or cameras or ghosts with blood all over their faces or heads.

The best situation did not occur, and the worst situation did not occur either. The inside of the door was just an abandoned warehouse.

"I can't be careless. Since the address Xia Qingzhi provided is real, then this is most likely the first scene of her brother's death. That is to say, I am in a room where a murder has occurred."

I closed the door softly behind me. The bulb above my head was flickering with a light I hadn't seen in a long time, and I felt a little better.

"Is anyone there?" The lights were on, but the furnishings gave off the illusion that they had been abandoned for a long time.

I stepped onto the tattered, damp carpet, feeling strange, as if I were stepping on frozen, bloody hair.

There was a groan coming from the floor beneath his feet. Occasionally, he would see the corpses of a few unknown worms in the holes he had exposed.

The tables and chairs in the center of the room were etched with all sorts of frightening words. In some places, they had been scratched long with fingernails, as if the people who sat there had been subjected to extreme torture and suffering.

Walking to the innermost area, he saw that the four words' Underworld performance 'were painted on the wall with blood-red paint. At first, it was nothing, but after looking at it for a long time, one would feel that the words contained malevolence and strangeness.

"Ordinary pigments or paints will fall into pieces after they have been left in place for a long time. The color of the paint will turn darker and the color of the paint will turn brownish red. This seems to be a characteristic of blood …"

There was a small door in the inner wall, and I pushed it open in curiosity as I searched outside.

"Hiss …" As the temperature in the room plummeted, I took a deep breath and froze in front of the door.

In a room that was not too big, there was a two meter long black tribute table. On the other side of the table, there were three people sitting side by side!

They were dressed in formal attire, much like the radio hosts I had expected. The only thing that made me uncomfortable was that all three of them wore paper mask on their faces. At first glance, they looked like three paper dolls.

"Are you here for an interview?" The person in the middle raised his head like a machine, his voice hoarse and low, as if he was opening a rusty can.

"Yes, yes, I'm here for an interview." The three people in front of him had no idea what was going on. Maybe they were the people who killed Big Brother Xia Qingzhi, so they had to stay calm in front of such a cold-blooded killing demon.

"I accidentally saw your company's advertisement and was very interested in your underworld show. In the Internet age, I firmly believe that only innovation and seeking for other things can succeed, so I want to join you." In order to make myself more persuasive, I even placed a small crumpled card on the black table.

"Interested?" The three of them looked at each other, and it was unknown if it was my imagination, but the paper mask on their faces seemed to be able to make people shiver in fear.

"It's a coincidence that you were able to find this place. However, the hosts of the Underworld's show are not people that a living person can do." The masked man crossed his hands under his chin. "Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Yes, of course." A few years ago, I was fired from the police academy, so I took my fake resume and ran around River City's personnel department. Against interviewer, I have already summed up my experience, and the questions that they frequently ask, I have long found the answer on the internet.

With mysterious confidence, I smiled and nodded. "Go ahead."

"Name."

"Gao Jian."

"Do you have any previous experience in this field? For example, have you broadcast on any other platforms? "

"I'm sorry, I don't have similar experience, but I have a strong communication ability, so I'm very suited to be a streamer with my personality." To be honest, to be honest with your shortcomings and emphasize your strengths is one of the interviewing techniques.

"That's right, but the hosts of the Underworld's show are different from the hosts of other platforms. Not only do we have to communicate with the audience, we also have to protect ourselves and let us live …"

"Live on …" When interviewer said these words, I realized that the situation had started to get out of my control.

"That's right. It's very simple. We just have to survive." The man in the middle caressed the mask on his face, making the paper man reveal a strange expression: "In our city, there are many hidden legends, such as the 13th step of the abandoned school in the deserted village, the last dead bus, the human face that drifted in and out of the surveillance camera in the early morning, the little girl in red that has been wandering around the entrance all this time … There are so many similar legends, are they all fictitious? "

"Probably..." If I had come here, I would not have hesitated to say, "Yes, that was all made up."

"Wait, from what you're saying, it can't be that the hosts of the Underworld's show go to those places every day to search for the materials they need, right?!"

"You reacted quickly, I admire you a little." Laughter was not something that a human could laugh out. "Being active in the shadows of midnight, directly attacking the most horrifying terror in this city, don't you find it very exciting?"

"It's quite interesting to see a scene in a live broadcast of a ghost story. It might be able to satisfy the psychological needs of a large portion of people." As I continued to deal with the three people in front of me, my heart was beating like a drum.

Logically speaking, I don't hate to watch thriller movies, but if you want me to be the main character of a thriller, that's another story entirely.

I simply imagine myself turning over coffins in the middle of the night, prying open the door of the Yin Residence, or being chased by a bunch of ghosts and spirits and I feel uncomfortable all over.

"Ghost story? "No, no, it seems like you still haven't figured it out." The masked man rested his chin on his hands, and his eyes, hidden beneath the paper man, saw through me like a sharp sword. "The truth is always more terrible than the story.

"What do you mean?"

"The answer is in this city. You'll be a witness in another world, a witness to the real horror." The masked guy didn't sound like he was joking. His tone was stiff and depressing.

"It doesn't seem like a show..." I'm now 90% sure that the show isn't a prank or a variety show, and I seem to have gotten myself into a lot of trouble.

His body leaned backwards, and he had the urge to retreat.

However, the masked man seemed to have already known what I was thinking. He didn't do anything and the door behind him creaked as it closed slowly. "Don't be nervous. Your interview has just started."