C7 Super horror live room

Acute myocardial infarction was the cause of death identified by the forensic doctor. However, no one could clearly explain why a perfectly healthy living person would suddenly die of a heart attack all of a sudden.

I found the day's newspaper, glanced at it briefly, pocketed it, picked up the equipment, and hurried out the door.

"I don't believe in ghosts unless... Let me see it with my own eyes. "

In order to save time, I stopped a taxi. Coincidentally, the driver was still that day's Shiseido.

"Yo, streamer, I just got transferred and met you. It's fate!"

"Anxiang Hotel, I'll have to trouble you to drive faster." At this moment, I didn't have the mood to chat with anyone. My mind was filled with the netherworld's live broadcast mission.

Why did they choose that place? Who was the woman who called me?

"I heard that someone from Anxiang Hotel just died a while ago. Host, you sure know how to choose a place." The driver was very talkative, but he didn't know how to read the situation, "This is what it means to meet me. If it was any other driver, they would definitely not pull you out. Tsk tsk, that place is extremely evil. A few years ago, there seemed to have been someone mysteriously disappearing there … "

The more Shiseido talked, the more excited he became. I wanted to touch my heart and ask him this question.

"Uncle, my live broadcast might be different from what you imagined. Can you calm me down for a moment?"

"What's different? I've seen a lot of young people like you. Isn't it just singing, dancing, bragging, playing games? "Oh yeah, where did you stream from? Uncle will support you."

"Forget about supporting the program. If you really do see my live broadcast one day, please remember to help me call the police, because there are a lot of things that might not be shown on the program." They could not reveal the existence of the Underworld's show on their own accord. This was the first rule in the contract.

Sighing, I took out the eight-inch Large screen phone. Looking at the three solitary icons on it, I finally clicked on the third app — the black-and-white photo of myself.

"Welcome to the Underworld's show. The live broadcast mission has been released. Quickly come and give your live broadcast studio a name."

Regardless of what type of live broadcast it was, the basic purpose was to attract attention and attract people's attention. Because of this prerequisite, a name that would make people's eyes light up was naturally essential.

I recalled what the paper man interviewer had once said: "It is active in the shadows of midnight, directly attacking the most horrifying terror in this city. Don't you feel that it is very exciting?"

"Since it's for the thrill, why not give me a name full of gimmicks?" I raised my hand and typed in a few words in the blank space.

"Naming successful. Do you want to start today's live broadcast?"

After thinking about it for a long time, I still pressed "No". There was no other reason, the uncle was still in the car, there was no need to drag him in.

"Master, hurry up, I don't have much time left..."

The Anxiang Hotel was located in the northern suburbs of River City, right next to the Hate Mountain Prison.

As the buildings on both sides dwindled, the lights of the city faded from my sight, and the hard, neat concrete road became a rough, bumpy dirt road.

"Host, do you see that signboard?" That would be the Anxiang Hotel, why don't we stop here, if we continue any further we won't be able to turn back. " Shiseido parked the car on the roadside. It seemed like he was not willing to drive forward no matter what.

I looked in the direction he was pointing. There was an old three-storey building a few dozen meters away, with a sign on the roof made out of tiny colored lights. "Woman's Heart Hotel?"

"It's' An '. The light bulb above it is probably broken." The old man handed over a cigarette. "Take care of yourself. I heard that dirty things can't smell smoke. Uncle can only help you up to here."

Shaking my head with a bitter smile, I paid the driver and carried the black leather case out of the taxi.

Looking around, he couldn't see a single person. Only the "Woman's Heart Hotel" was emitting a faint red light a hundred meters away from him.

"Should we call the police?"

Before I could take out my phone, the sound of an engine suddenly came from beside me. Smoke and dust flew everywhere, and when I looked again, Shiseido had already driven a taxi a hundred meters away.

"F * ck me …"

Uncle left very decisively. Right now, even if I want to go back to the city, I can't do anything about it.

Carrying the suitcase on his back, he walked on the dirt road lightly. A true warrior would not only have to face a bleak life, but he would also have to learn how to face a deceitful teammate.

Using the faint light of the Mobile Screen, this old hotel full of legends finally appeared before my eyes.

There were two entrances to the third floor, one on the left and one on the right. Uncleaned garbage was piled up on the stairs and the police cordon used in police cases was thrown into the corner.

Not the yellow and white police cordon at the construction site, but the dark blue and white police cordon used for murder cases!

"This kind of thing has not been recycled?" If it were a normal person coming over, I would probably not feel anything abnormal, but after staying in the police academy for so many years, I have already labeled this place as' murder 'and' strangeness'.

"Is anyone there? "In the restaurant." The stairs were narrow, and it was only on the second floor that the front desk was seen.

On the soiled and grimy surface, spread out, was a notebook with a jumble of tenants' information and identification numbers, scrawled in what looked like a schoolboy's graffiti.

"What era is it to write down accounts?" I casually flipped through the pages. The first entry record was also a week ago: "The whole building only has me as a tenant now …"

"Cough cough …" His notebook was pressed down by five thin fingers, and an old man with almost all his hair hanging off stood up from the front desk and said, "You want to stay in the store? Alone?"

The old voice was like a candle flame in the wind, it had an unconcealable weakness. I took a step back, as if nothing had happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the old man's face in my mind: his eyebrows were pale, the left side of his face was sparsely blotched, and the right side of his face seemed to have been set on fire. There was a fist-sized scar on it.

"Yes, I'm alone." The old man's appearance is the kind that can never be forgotten just by looking at him. To be honest, before the live broadcast even started, I already felt horrified.

"Take a look at your ID card. If you want to register, you have to spend 35 RMB in a single room. Forget about the deposit, just don't destroy the things in the room." After the old man had finished registering, he handed me a key and called out to the dim hallway, "Old woman, take our guest to 103 and bring us a pot of boiling water."

"103?" The netherworld's live broadcast mission was to stay in room 203. I frowned. "Boss, do you think you can give me another room?"

"Sure, then which room do you want?"

"203."

"Pah!"

The key in the old man's hand falls to the concrete floor, his reaction is a little unexpected.

"What's wrong with you? Can't you live in that room? " I put my hands in my pants pockets and held the paper in one hand and my cell phone in the other.

"Can we live here... It's just that a few months ago, someone died here, and the room of that dead person is right across the street … "

"What are you afraid of? It's not like he died in that room. " I pretended to be relaxed. "Boss, please don't use feudal superstition. We need to believe in science."

"Fine, fine..." While the old man was looking for the key to Room 203, I squatted down and tried to help him pick up the 103 keys that had fallen to the floor. However, when I looked down, I found something strange — the old man was wearing a pair of rubber shoes covered in dirt.

"This is inside. Why is he wearing rubber boots?"

"Let's go. I'll take you to see the room." The one who spoke was an old grandma who was holding a teapot with one hand. Although she was about the same age as the old man, she looked short, fat and strong, with quite a bit of strength.

I left my keys at the front desk, picked up my suitcase, and followed her up to the third floor.

"Aren't we going to 203? Why did you come to the third floor? " It has to do with the mission at the Underworld. I don't dare make any mistakes, for fear of making a mistake.

"No one lives on the first floor. Room 103 is on the second floor, and room 203 is on the third floor."

It felt like he had walked for a long time. There was only one light bulb at the corner of the corridor, flickering from time to time. He would switch it off, then turn it on for some unknown reason.

"Here it is." She put the key in the lock and pointed to the number on the door.

"Alright, I'll have to trouble you."

Just as I was about to push open the door, the grumbling voice of the granny came from behind me, "Hey, this place is different from the city. We can't run around at night, what if …"

"If what?"

"If there's a knock on the door after midnight, or if there's any sound, just pretend you can't hear it. Don't come out."