I Brush Attributes from Ghosts

Chapter 190 I Have a Bold Idea

The live broadcast started, and Gao Fangyao gave the audience a brief introduction to the Dongsu Hotel where the person died recently.

The concise introduction to Beijing at the beginning, and the latest news, exaggerated the horror atmosphere, and soon the audience tipped him off, urging him to enter the hotel.

Soon, Gao Fangyao entered the hotel and asked the boss to live in the dead man's room.

When the boss heard it, his expression changed on the spot, and he wanted to drive away Gao Fangyao. Finally, after learning that Gao Fangyao was live broadcasting, he could broadcast his hotel live, advertise the boss for free to increase popularity, and offered to pay double the rent, the boss agreed. .

There is no way, three people died recently, and the business of Jean's hotel is bleak.

Now that there are anchors coming to live broadcast, if it really becomes popular, my hotel may have a steady stream of customers.

You know, there are a lot of deaths in foreign countries, and there are many in China. There are always some people who like to live in haunted houses and experience excitement.

However, the boss still urged him to be careful, and if there was anything to call the guest room, he also gave him an oxygen bottle.

Although in today's era, the world is clear and science is paramount, there are always some evil things that the boss has to believe.

The boss's warning and the action of giving Gao Fangyao the oxygen cylinder were all noticed by the audience in the live broadcast room, and the weird atmosphere was exaggerated to the upper level.

"Masters in the audience, I have paid double for the room and I can finally enter the room. You can buy some gifts, otherwise the room fee will be very expensive."

Gao Fangyao made a lot of witty remarks, and the audience immediately tipped him off.

At this time, the popularity of the live broadcast has reached [-].

crunch.

Entering the room, Gao Fangyao turned the live broadcast from himself to the room, while showing the audience the death incident in this room.

"This house is the room closest to the corner corridor, the door is facing the stairs, and it's on the second floor."

"There have been rumors circulating on the Internet that if you live in a hotel outside, you must not live in a room facing or near the staircase, because it is easy to hear inexplicable sounds at night and encounter dirty things."

During the introduction, Gao Fangyao broadcast live the whole room for the audience.

The floor of the guest room is a wooden floor. Because it was built for some years, there will be a creaking sound when you step on the floor. It sounds like something is grinding its teeth.

He is very good at digging out the horror atmosphere, and specially shot live broadcasts like places where ghosts are most likely to appear.

The bathroom covered with white tiles, the empty wardrobe with only a few hangers hanging on it, and the unobstructed view under the bed...

He would not miss any place where there might be ghosts, but unfortunately, he did not find a single ghost.

Time passed, and before he knew it, his live broadcast lasted for more than an hour, and the time reached 10 pm.

Although he didn't find any traces of ghosts, the exaggeration of the atmosphere and the gorgeous dictation made the popularity of the live broadcast room soar to [-].

I didn't know that what I said was too scary, and this room was not like the previous haunted house, and someone had died recently. Gao Fangyao said that he was a little hairy, and felt a little chill on his back.

The dark mahogany floor, the ordinary spiral pattern ceiling, a bed covered with white sheets, a wardrobe, and a TV. Such an ordinary room, for some reason, looks strange on this night, revealing strangeness everywhere.

This kind of weirdness is inexplicable, as if what you entered is not a room, but a huge ghost cave.

at the same time.

After more than an hour of live broadcast, Gao Fangyao almost watched the whole room. He had no plans to turn off the live broadcast. After all, the live broadcast was only less than two hours long, and the key popularity was still high.

Involuntarily, he started thinking about dying.

"Masters of the audience, this bed is the bed where three people died not long ago, and the position on the floor beside the bed where I am standing now is the position of the third person who died."

"It is said that when he was discovered, he was curled up on the floor with his hands tightly clutching his neck, looking in pain and struggling to breathe. Let me show you."

As he spoke, he closed the only two windows in the room in order to enhance the atmosphere.

Because the window is outside the street, there are bright street lights and the sound of people coming and going, so there is no scary atmosphere.

Close the window, and place the mobile phone in a good position, just to take pictures of the bottom edge of the bed.

Finally, he came to the bed and lay down straight on the floor.

Crunch, crunch.

The tall body of an adult flipped its position on the floor, and the wooden floor made a sound like grinding teeth.

"Have you seen the audience, he is lying on the floor in my posture, holding his neck."

At this time, Gao Fangyao, with his legs curled up close to his chest, holding his neck with his hands, was facing under the bed.

While speaking, he stared at the empty and dark under the bed, and subconsciously made up the appearance of a person who died here.

Recalling the dead posture of the man, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

The person who died here was curled up beside the bed, with his hands clasped around his neck and facing the bottom of the bed. Could it be because there was a ghost under the bed, who strangled the man by the neck that night, so that the People can't breathe until they suffocate.

So, that man didn't hold his neck tightly at all, but just wanted to break free from the ghostly hand that was pinching his neck?

An incredible idea came up, Gao Fangyao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and became a little guilty

Looking under the bed where the light cannot come in, Gao Fangyao felt a chill down his back, and he dared not look any further, feeling that he would really see a pair of eyes and hands stretched out.

He got up hastily.

The moment Gao Fangyao got up and looked at the phone, Gao Fangyao didn't notice that a pair of eyes suddenly appeared under the dark and deserted bed.

Those eyes, bloodshot and dilated, appeared out of nowhere under the dark bed, opened them, and stared at the feet of Gao Fangyao who had stood up in front of the bed.

the other side.

In order to vent the thoughts in his heart, Gao Fangyao came to the set up mobile phone, smiled and expressed his thoughts to the audience.

"Masters in the audience, you can see the posture clearly. I have a bold idea. You said that the man didn't strangle himself before he died. After all, it is impossible for a medical student to strangle himself, so he was actually killed by himself. The ghost under the bed strangled to death."

"After all, it's so nice to face under the bed, as if pinching yourself like a ghost, that person will struggle like this."

Facing the mobile phone, he raised his hand and grabbed his neck, demonstrating the so-called gesture of being strangled by a ghost, struggling to break the ghost's hand with his own hands.

His arm was raised, just blocking the line of sight of the mobile phone under the bed.

Just at the moment when the arm was raised, a disastrous hand stretched out from under the bed. The hands were so defeated that they were bloodless, and the black blood vessels on the hands were hideously visible, as if blood had coagulated in the blood vessels. A real dead hand ...

The dead man's hand slowly stretched out from the bottom of the bed, grabbing Gao Fangyao's ankle.

At the same time, Gao Fangyao was looking at the barrage on the phone.

It seems that although he raised his arm to quickly block the line of sight, almost no one noticed that the ghost hand stretched out, but a few sharp-eyed spectators still noticed it.

These audiences frantically tapped on the keyboard and played barrage.

"Hey, hello, am I dazzled? I seem to really see a hand."

"Wori, hand! Hand!! The anchor, look under the bed, Nima, look under the bed!"

"A hand is sticking out, a hand is sticking out from under the bed!"

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Chapter 190 The second anchor, is your room hazy?

The few spectators saw the scene under the bed, their scalps were numb, and they played barrage frantically.

It's a pity that in the current live broadcast room, the popularity has soared to [-], and the barrage is rolling, and their barrage is like a stone sinking into the sea.

Moreover, most of the bullet screens in this kind of haunted house live broadcast are all scaring bullet screens.

What anchor is there a person standing behind you, what anchor, look at the head flying in the corner of the eaves behind you, what anchor, your crotch is bleeding.

All kinds of barrage.

Gao Fang was so dazzled that he didn't see those barrages of real hellish hands.

However, perhaps because of the bluffing of the audience on the barrage, coupled with his infiltrating thoughts, Gao Fangyao panicked.

Normally, he would definitely turn around with a smile and look behind him, and then show off his exaggerated acting skills.

Without turning around, he stepped out of the area under the bed.

It was the ghost who was about to catch Gao Fangyao's bare feet, and then slowly shrank back.

"Masters of the audience, it's 10 o'clock in the evening now. I remember that it was at this time when the second person died. He was sleeping. Whoever gathers 10 rockets to brush it, I will turn off the lights."

Immediately, a local tyrant spent a lot of money and sent out ten rockets with a barrage.

"10 rockets, turn off the lights and send you to heaven."

Gao Fangyao turned off the light happily. He didn't find that there were so many barrages in the scrolling barrage after he turned off the lights.

"It's getting cold, the lights are turned off, the ghost hand is about to come out."

"Whoever invites Lin Zhengying to come out, the anchor will probably die."

"Hehe, the fourth person who died in this room is about to be born."

If a sharp-eyed person sees these barrages, he will find that the IDs of the creators of these barrages are the audience who saw the ghost hand before.

The lights in the room were turned off, and the whole room was plunged into darkness, except for the light from the mobile phone.

The light shone on Gao Fangyao's face, making it look like a grimace.

"Now at 10:10 p.m., the second person who died here died at this time. Let's go to the toilet. It is said that the first person who died here was in the bathroom."

Gao Fangyao said as he walked towards the bathroom in the dark.

Due to the dark environment without lights, he did not notice that there were wisps of smoke wafting from under the bed in the room, and the smoke was getting more and more.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Gao Fangyao, who came out of the bathroom and opened the closet before going to the closet, didn't feel anything.

He felt that the screen of the mobile phone was a little fuzzy. It didn't seem like a problem with the phone, but rather that his eyes were hazy and blurred, and he felt a little short of breath, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand in his throat.

And the barrage also frequently posted some words.

"Why do you feel the picture is blurry? Did I masturbate too much?"

"Upstairs is very elegant, the live broadcast of the haunted house, you actually masturbate to the anchor, so flirtatious."

"It doesn't seem to be a picture quality problem, it seems to be foggy."

"My Cao, anchor, is your room hazy?"