I went to hell after passively coming out [live]

Qiao Mengxing froze in place.

As Gu Wenjie pushed the door open, an unbelievable scene appeared in front of his eyes.

Gone are the old, airy corridors, replaced by dark, endless abysses.Vaguely, he seemed to see a huge hungry mouth rushing towards him in the darkness, but in the blink of an eye, it returned to tranquility like a hallucination.

Qiao Mengxing was so frightened that she leaned against the moldy wall, her heart beating so fast that her throat was blocked.

Gu Wenjie seemed to be ignorant of all this, and stepped into the world outside the door.

Qiao Mengxing wanted to stop him, but no matter how much he shouted, it was useless. He couldn't even move his feet. When he wanted to run over, the floor became muddy like a swamp. Know.

Qiao Mengxing had a chilling thought—this room wanted to keep him.

The gate was locked.

The moment the lock fell, the lights of 901 lit up.

"Welcome home."

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Gu Wenjie couldn't care about lunch anymore, he resisted the urge to call the police, and immediately went to the noodle restaurant across the street to find the owner of 901.

The owner of the house was a middle-aged man, surnamed Chen, who sat on a chair a bit cramped, and was relieved to see Gu Wenjie.

"As long as people are fine."

"Something happened, something big happened."

Gu Wenjie took out the terminal, shook his hand and smashed the whole body on the table. Fortunately, there was no one else in the noodle shop, otherwise he could have thought that this posture was to seek revenge.

Qiao Mengxing's footage was fed back on the buttoned ring light curtain, and there were dense bullet screens floating on it. Even so, Lao Chen still saw the position in the video, and his expression changed drastically.

"Uncle Chen, you must know what's going on, my friend is in 901 right now!" Gu Wenjie wished he could kill himself who dragged Qiao Mengxing into the house.

Old Chen's expression was very complicated. He took out a cigarette and lit it tremblingly.

"Don't worry, my decoration worker back then was just like your friend." He took a deep breath of cigarette and spit out all those old things.

Six months after the homicide, Chen Qiang bought the haunted house under the name of the former owner's son at a low price.At that time, Yongqing City was under development, and Iris Garden was a very popular community. Chen Qiang himself didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so he thought he had missed it.

Most of the furniture in 901 has been thrown away, it is in a semi-rough shape, who knows that it is almost finished, and the new furniture is also arranged, but there is a strange smell from the walls.

Chen Qiang had no choice but to ask the workers to thicken the wall and seal the original wall inside.

At this time, the workers had problems one after another. Some broke into 901 in the middle of the night, saying that their wives were waiting for him inside, but as far as Chen Qiang knew, this man was a bachelor and had no wife at all.

Immediately afterwards, the worker who shaved his white hair insisted that this was his home, making Chen Qiang uneasy and even called the police.

The development of the incident after calling the police was out of Chen Qiang's control. First, the workers went crazy and bit the policeman, and then there were haunting incidents in Iris Garden one after another. Drinking water feels fishy.

Later, the "special department" took the most insane people away for treatment, but Chen Qiang always felt that they would never come back.

After this incident, many residents moved away, and the reputation of Iris Garden as a haunted community spread like wildfire. The housing prices dropped again and again, and now it has become a well-known haunted building. I am afraid that there are only a hundred people left in the entire community.

"I thought there was no danger after so many years. If it wasn't for my family's lack of money for the operation, I wouldn't have given you the key. It was my fault." Lao Chen, who is no longer an atheist, sighed. The thick smoke of tobacco covered his face, making him look a little unfathomable.

"It's not a question of who is right and who is wrong. Now that we can't call the police and can't find anyone, how can he come back?"

"Let it be your fate."

On the other side, Qiao Mengxing had already taken off his coat, and there were hot meals on the table in front of him.

If you ignore the woman sitting opposite, this scene is quite warm now.

That woman was only a table away from Qiao Mengxing. She had a very gentle appearance, exuding an intellectual beauty, with long black hair draped over her shoulders. She might be the image of a wife that most men dream of.

[So what kind of live broadcast is this? 】

[The actor is pretty, a natural beauty. 】

[Sure enough, it's a publicity stunt for the new film, isn't Gu Wenjie's new book signed the copyright? 】

【I don’t want to watch it without Gu Dashen...】

[Can you please be patient. 】

[Joe is always an amateur, right? 】

[Hehe, is he still called Mr. Qiao? 】

Qiao Mengxing didn't know that the barrage had begun to become chaotic, and the most important thing for him now was to stabilize himself under unknown circumstances.

This scene is so real that even the aroma of the food can be smelled is definitely not an illusion. Qiao Mengxing's firm atheism is already in jeopardy.

"Why don't you eat? Don't you have an appetite?" the woman asked.

Those dark eyes stared straight at Qiao Mengxing. Even though her appearance was completely non-aggressive, it still made Qiao Mengxing a little scared.

Judging from the current situation, he felt that he should be regarded as a husband by this woman or the female ghost. If he didn't want to tear his face and anger her, it's best to take over the role and continue acting to gain temporary peace.

"I cooked a lot of dishes just to wait for you, but you don't eat a single bite?" The woman's expression was a little sad.

Qiao Mengxing was just about to reject these ghost-knows-what things, when she realized that her expression became vicious.As a matter of convenience, he chose to sacrifice his stomach and tongue.

When the woman saw that he had eaten the food, she regained her smile.

At the moment of the entrance, Qiao Mengxing's brain was about to explode, and the nausea rushed from his abdomen to his throat. He could no longer maintain his composure, locked the bathroom door with his backhand, and vomited.

Sour, very delicate, a bit like veal, it would be better if you didn't eat the nails that were cooked and peeled off.

"It's too vulgar, this direction is too vulgar, I know it."

Qiao Mengxing leaned on the sink panting, feeling dizzy all over.

[Hold the grass, is Joe all right? 】

【Spitting out really well】

[Human flesh? 】

[Hey, have you accepted that this is the setting of a short marketing video?What if it's a real live broadcast]

[Xiangrui Yumian's house is safe! 】

Qiao Mengxing looked down at the barrage, having a headache as to how to explain all this.

He is a very cautious person. He knows that the current situation cannot be explained by science, but he does not want to tell the audience that this is the real thing that is happening.If it becomes a big problem, it's just advocating feudal superstition. If you make a more pessimistic inference, he will be used for research, right?

If he caused panic among the people and was noticed by the higher-ups, his crime would be serious.

Qiao Mengxing can only hope that Gu Wenjie can close the live broadcast as soon as possible.

Gu Wenjie and Qiao Mengxing obviously realized the same problem. If he could turn off the live broadcast, he could blindfold the audience, but he himself could continue to observe what happened to Qiao Mengxing in the test state.But he tried everything in the noodle shop, and even pulled out the battery of the Koukou terminal, and he could still see the damn live broadcast on his mobile phone.

Gu Wenjie suspected that Qiao Mengxing and the sub-camera were in a different space and could no longer be controlled to close.

In his haste, he changed the title of the live broadcast to "Interactive VR Horror Movie".

[Everyone look at the title! 】

[Hahaha it really is false propaganda, Gu Dashen made a fuss, interactive? 】

[Interesting, is this a live movie? 】

With the slight freeze of the small light curtain, the title has changed. Qiao Mengxing knew his friend's intentions and breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.

[Wait, something is wrong. 】

【? ? 】

[From just now, the sound and picture seem to be half a beat slow, is it due to network delay? 】

Because the sub-camera is clipped on the collar, what the audience sees is the No. 1 perspective. What they see is not Qiao Mengxing himself, but the mirror above the sink.

……

After Qiao Mengxing came to his senses, he immediately looked at the mirror in front of him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Three seconds later, the person in the mirror raised his head and looked at Qiao Mengxing.

Qiao Mengxing let out a quick scream in fright.

The face in the mirror is that of a girl who looks like a student, but looking down, it can make people break out in a cold sweat.

There was a cutting mark on her neck, and even the bloody trachea was exposed, leaving only a layer of skin attached, just like the neck of a chicken that was chopped off during the Chinese New Year slaughter, even the stubble was clearly visible .

"What's wrong with you? Is it not tasty? Is my meat not tasty?" The girl grumbled and laughed, her eyes rolled wildly, and blood spewed intermittently from her broken neck .

Qiao Mengxing is afraid of ghosts.

To be precise, he was afraid of these strange shapes of death, which seemed to come out of the scene of a ghost movie.

His usually calm mind was a little out of control.

With a loud bang, Qiao Mengxing raised his right fist and hit the whole mirror with cobweb cracks, and the crumbs crashed all over the ground.

Gu Wenjie told the audience before, and now the audience has finally realized that Qiao Mengxing is not what he seems at all...

Qiao Mengxing's first reaction was to break the mirror and rush out the door. He was so panicked that he forgot to lock the door himself. He twisted the doorknob, and when he found that it couldn't be opened, he subconsciously looked back.

He saw blood gushing out of the toilet instantly, and his long black hair was huddled together like seaweed.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!! I'm in pain! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The screams of countless women came from the toilet, forming a piercing sound that was almost unbearable. The wailing is really as horrific as killing a pig, because the dying person is no longer a human being.

Qiao Mengxing reacted before his brain. He put down the toilet lid, hammered the flush button violently, and smashed the metal button and flew out.

The screaming finally stopped.

Just as Qiao Mengxing breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to unlock the door and go out, he found a few long hairs crawling in through the bottom crack of the door.

The "wife" outside is lying on the ground and peeking in...

The author has something to say:

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you can't be scared by touching the fur