C5 I am the anchor

Whether or not there was a ghost in this world was much harder than having chickens and eggs first. After all, most people knew the taste of chickens and eggs, but very few people had ever seen a ghost before.

Presumably even a Psionic Ability researcher couldn't give a definite answer, let alone a third-rate detective who grew up under the red flag in the spring.

Just because he didn't know didn't mean that he couldn't answer. When humans were alive, they did not need to give the correct answer. They only needed to give the answer that others were willing to hear.

The masked guy had said at the beginning that if one wanted to become the show's owner, one not only had to be adept at communicating with the audience, but also had to learn how to protect themselves.

The test had begun as soon as I entered the room.

I didn't wonder if there were any ghosts in the world, but instead went through the whole story of my encounter tonight. The legend of the Light-Free Road, the grandmother who carried a doll in her arms on a rainy night, the interviewer who wore a paper face, these five strange questions.

Everything seemed to be for the sake of breaking common sense and preparing for this final question.

The answer they were looking for was obvious.

"I believe in ghosts. That's my answer."

With that said, applause rang out in the small room. On the other side of the contribution table, three interviewer s stiffly clapped.

"You answered four of the five questions correctly. Congratulations, Mr. Gao, you will be officially recruited by the Underworld Arena to become our company's contracted host."

Because of many reasons, I had been rejected by many different companies in Jiang Cheng. I didn't expect that everything would go so smoothly, and the most embarrassing part was that I didn't feel any happiness from being hired.

"Just like that? "Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

"No, you are the most suitable candidate we have ever met. If there are no other doubts, we will sign the contract here." The man who had been sitting in the middle got up slowly. He was about the same size as me, and his strange paper face met mine across the table.

"There are some questions, but four of the five questions were answered correctly. Can you tell me which one was answered wrongly?" A flaw in the reasoning is fatal to a detective.

"You don't need to know now …" Laughter came from below the paper mask: "Because you will soon be able to personally experience that despair. You will understand exactly which question you were wrong on."

"Personally? What a terrible answer. " Anyone with a normal mentality would probably not be willing to experience the scenes from those questions.

"Mr. Gao, do you have any other questions?"

"No more..." How could there not be? My mind is currently filled with countless questions, but these questions simply cannot be asked. Even if I were to answer them, the other party would definitely not answer them, and it would even bring about a fatal disaster for me.

If he wanted to spend the night in peace, the wisest choice would be to act docile on the surface. After he left this place, he would immediately call the police and cooperate with the police to capture these 'lunatics'.

"Alright, then prepare to sign the contract." He reached under the tribute table and pulled out a yellowed and blackened roll of paper. He grabbed my right hand and pressed it to the roll.

"It's so cold..." The first time I touched the masked man's body, I found it unexpectedly cold. It felt like a body waiting to be claimed in a morgue.

"What are you trying to do?" Before I could recover, I saw a strange worm crawl out from under the floor. It looked like a centipede, but on its forehead, like a flood dragon, was a single horn that was one or two centimeters long.

It climbed up the legs of the table and moved quickly.

I tried to dodge, but the masked man's arm clamped down on me like an iron pincer. I could only watch as the weirdo bit down on my wrist.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The pain made me cry out, but it only lasted a few seconds, and when I looked again, there was a black, quincuncial wound on my right wrist, red with paper, and the creature had lost its vitality and curled up in a ball in a hole in the floor.

"The contract has been signed. From today onwards, you will be a member of the Underworld's show." The masked man released his grip on his hands. He still spoke in a neutral tone as he took out the case beside the chair.

"All of your live broadcast equipment is provided by us. All you need to do is to do a good show to attract more people's attention." He opened the suitcase. Inside, he had all the tools he needed to broadcast live: a camera, a mobile encoder, a selfie, a tripod, and even a Large screen phone.

If it weren't for the blood stains on some of these items, I would almost believe that this was a normal company.

"We will directly post your live broadcast mission onto the phone. As for the live broadcast method, you can choose it on your own, but you must remember, after the broadcast, you must use the tools that we provide, because only our equipment can capture things that ordinary people cannot."

"After every live broadcast, we will grade your performance according to your popularity and gifts. Your points can be accumulated, and you can exchange them for many unexpected good things."

"However, as long as you have rewards, you will be punished. When your points are negative, you will disappear from the face of the earth without a trace, just like Xia Chi who lured you here!"

Hearing this, I can't pretend to be calm anymore. I can make a person disappear without a sound. This should be an organized criminal group. What's more, I seem to have accidentally boarded a pirate ship.

"The details are all written on the contract. Do you have anything else you don't understand?"

I picked up the piece of paper that had been soaked in my own blood. There were quite a few boxes on it, to the effect that I couldn't reveal the existence of the underworld, or refuse missions.

Notably, on the back of the agreement was printed the point exchange table.

The first line read: 1 point for 100 grams of pure gold.

"You're joking, right now, 1 gram of gold can be sold for 250 yuan, so that's 25,000 RMB for 100 grams."

Continuing to read, the 5 points could be exchanged for Thailand's Gu Mantong (Little Devil).

Seventy percent could be exchanged for the Xiangxi Corpse Gu, extremely could be exchanged for someone too old, twelve percent could be exchanged for a handwritten copy of the Jade Lady God Satiation Technique, fifteen could open the mortal world's eyes, twenty could wash the muscles and bones, thirty …

"What the heck is this?" The dense crowd was filled with evil methods, causing me to be at a loss as to what to say. The feeling of being in a completely different world.

At the end of the exchange table:

… ….

Lifespan of one thousand points can extend one's life by twelve hours.

He could choose to leave, and everything would return to its original point.

"Finished watching it. The agreement is good. Please familiarize yourself with the live broadcast tools as soon as possible. Your first live broadcast will probably be done tomorrow night."

"Can I refuse?"

"As for the choice, we don't intervene. It's just that your points are zero. If you stop broadcasting, you will be deducted 10 points each time."

"OK, I understand. Can I go now?" To tell the truth, I don't want to be here for a moment.

"If you don't know anything, you can give me a call. The phone in the suitcase can contact me." The man held onto the paper mask with one hand and waved lightly with the other. The closed door slowly opened: "Mr. Gao, I can see that you are a cautious and smart person. I hope that you can take every single live broadcast seriously.

"Don't worry, I haven't lived enough." Picking up the suitcase, I hurried out the door. I didn't know how long I had been in the room, but my legs were numb and stiff as plaster.

"Mr. Gao, I sincerely wish that you can continue living …"

I didn't hear what the masked guy said after that. I couldn't tell anything good from that crazy guy's mouth anyway.

I pushed open the door of Room 444 and ran out into the dark. I ran down the corridor, not caring about north, south, east, or west, and ran down the street.

After running for a long time, a light finally lit up in front of his eyes. "It's the lights!"

"Where are you going?" A taxi stopped in front of him. The driver was a Shiseido.

"Back to the new server, east of River City's Ting Tang Road." I couldn't wait to knock on the door.

"He started at twenty, and the latest rules add another dollar to the fuel bill."

"Don't be so long-winded. Hurry up and open the door." I was too scared to care about the money. I panted and clutched my suitcase.

"Little brother, it's not that I don't want to pull you, but this late at night, you're holding onto a suitcase in a panic, who knows what you're hiding in there? "What if..."

"You're thinking too much." I opened the video camera inside the case and said, "Don't worry, open the door. I'm just a cameraman active in the front line of life and death."