spirits in throat

"That's where it is," Lin Mu excitedly pointed to the front, and said loudly, "Look, everyone, we're at the haunted house."

The camera followed Luo Jin's perspective, and the flashlight shone forward.

The night is lit up, surrounded by dense bushes, a black gate stands on the side of the road, and two stone lions sit at the gate.

Rong Zhao raised his eyes, he often went to the cemetery, but rarely came here, the memories were too joyful and heavy, which made him have a splitting headache.

"Why is the lion's eyes broken? Someone picked them away." Liu Junfeng stepped forward, touched the stone lion at the door, and looked at his hands, which were clean. He said in surprise, "There is no dust at all." .”

Ma Xiaoxin trembled with the arm holding her, feeling a gust of dark wind blowing straight into her neck: "Liu Junfeng, don't scare people, it's a barren mountain, no one dares to come here, how can there be no dust."

Luo Jin stepped forward to check it out, raised his head and said to everyone, "Maybe it's been raining all the time recently, and the dust has been washed away by the rain."

The barrage constantly floats across the live broadcast interface, and the imagination of netizens is always infinite.

"It's a ghost. Thirteen lives were all tragic. The murderer has not been caught so far. They must be unwilling to reincarnate."

"Isn't it often said that people have seen ghost fires or something? Yesterday, the live broadcast of the elephant captured them all."

"Everyone read aloud to me: Prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony."

"That is, who knows if the elephant is cheating. The elephant team has a criminal record. There is no bottom line for being popular. You can't believe what they say."

"I think it might be the murderer who did it. He doesn't often say anything. The murderer likes to go back to the scene of the crime. His mentality is abnormal anyway."

"Luo Luo opened the door to take a look, wanting to see inside."

"Brother mask, look at me, I'll brush the cruise ship for you."

……

Rong Zhao walked up to the stone lion, touched the lion's eyes with his fingers, avoided the camera, raised his eyes and said to Zhou Ye, "Their eyes were originally green and made of the most beautiful emerald."

The stone lion was hit by a hammer, its entire face was cracked, and its nose fell off completely, revealing an uneven section.

Zhou Ye touched the places that Rong Zhao touched: "Those beasts, even the things in the stone statues will not be spared."

Luo Jin walked behind Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye, and looked at the stone lion: "You look a little familiar, have you been here before?"

Rong Zhao shook his head: "No."

Zhou Ye has already decided that Luo Jin has a crush on Rong Zhao, and he also noticed that Luo Jin never left Rong Zhao's eyes during the journey, so his attitude towards Luo Jin was particularly indifferent: "Announcer Luo, please do your own work, don't worry about us. .”

He hugged Rong Zhao's shoulder again and said, "My eldest baby and I are here to make soy sauce."

Luo Jin looked up at Rong Zhao, and said nothing: "Then remember not to leave the team, and don't get too far away from the camera, or you won't be able to take pictures." Then he turned and left.

Rong Zhao shook off Zhou Ye's hand on his shoulder: "I've already left, there's no need to act anymore."

Zhou Ye: "I didn't act."

Rong Zhao didn't seem to hear what he said, walked up to another stone lion, dug into the lion's mouth, and found what he wanted, the corners of his lips curled unconsciously.

"Here, please eat." Rong Zhao turned to look at Zhou Ye, and put a small box of fruit candy in his palm, "I hid this here before."

Because he loves sweets so much, his family is afraid of his tooth decay and won’t let him eat them, so he eats them secretly and hides them everywhere.

Zhou Ye lowered his head and looked, the small box made of iron sheet, the size of half a palm, was already rusted, and the original color could not be seen clearly.He unscrewed it, and saw that it was a piece of candy, protected by a sealed plastic bag, and the five candies looked intact.

Zhou Ye opened one and put it in his mouth, then squinted his eyes: "Rongrong's candy is sweet, really sweet."

Rong Zhao was busy looking at the lion and the gate, and turned around to see Zhou Ye eating candy: "You really eat it, it's expired long ago, aren't you afraid of spoiling your stomach if you eat it?"

Zhou Ye sucked it into his mouth. He didn't taste any strange taste that would have expired, only the sweet taste filled his mouth: "Don't be afraid, this is the candy you gave me. Of course I have to taste it."

The last time Rong Zhao gave him candy was to steal his key with a purpose, this time it was pure and of course sweeter.

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Luo Jin and the others, and said to Zhou Ye in a low voice: "Now there is no camera to film us, so you don't have to be so involved in acting."

Just as she was talking, Ye Qian's camera switched to their side, and she took a close-up of the candy box in Zhou Ye's hand with an aunt's smile on her face.

The atmosphere that was originally full of black fear suddenly turned into bubbling pink.

"It's too sweet to hide and feed each other sugar."

"There is no mutual relationship. The little brother with a mask can't eat at all while wearing a mask. Only the little brother with an inch head is eating."

"The little brother in the mask is so good at pampering, and he feeds sugar or something with a stern face. Is A bursting?"

……

Zhou Ye glanced at the barrage, stepped forward and said to the camera: "Are you all standing wrong, obviously I am taller than him."

Rong Zhao didn't understand what it meant to stand wrong and stand right. He clearly heard Zhou Ye say that he was shorter than him in front of millions of people.

A man's height is the same as a woman's weight and age. It cannot be said, especially not short.

Rong Zhao's face sank, he dragged Zhou Ye out of the camera, and said to him in a low voice, "Say less."

Although they were outside the camera, their voices were clearly transmitted into the live broadcast room.

The barrage exploded again.

"The masked brother is really paranoid, he won't let the inch-cut brother show his face."

"Miss Camera, give me some more shots, I want to see them flirting."

"To be honest, I want to see them sleep more."

"Report upstairs for pornography."

……

Fortunately, Luo Jin was the protagonist, and the main shots were shot around him. The fans made a fuss about Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao, and some people began to ask Luo Jin to open the gate of the haunted house with gifts.

Lin Mu lay on the side of the door, looked in through the crack of the door, turned his head and said, "It's too dark, I can't see anything clearly."

"Let's burn some paper first, and pay homage to the undead." Luo Jin took the two bags of paper money handed over by Assistant Xiao, and each of them shared some, while exhorting, "There is no wind today, but everyone should be careful, don't disturb the trees. Big fire."

Rong Zhao squatted on the ground, took the lighter that Zhou Ye handed over, lit a string of paper money in his hand and put it on the ground, looking down at the dancing flames.

Zhou Ye added some paper money to the fire, and said in a low voice, "Feng Mingchen is dead, don't worry, the others will not get away with it."

His voice was low and soft, gentle and tough, and what Rong Zhao said was what Rong Zhao thought in his heart.

Zhou Ye sat on the ground, looking at the paper money that kept burning into ashes: "Master, if you have a spirit in heaven, give me a dream tonight."

The cause of death of the thirteen members of the Guan family was conclusive, because they took in seven strangers who came to shelter from the rain.Then a policeman arrived, namely Zhou Ye's master Jiang Zhenming.

At that time, all members of the Guan family were dead. Apart from the seven civilian killers, there were at least five well-trained professional killers.

In that case, any policeman would choose to hide and wait for help instead of rushing out to die.There must be some reason for him to show up on his own initiative, so that he died.

Rong Zhao shared some of his paper money with Zhou Ye: "Burn more for your master."

He whispered again: "I'll burn some for him too."

There is no wind, the paper money burns slowly, smoke rises in clusters, and the smell of burning paper is pervasive.

Suddenly, the flames that had been burning quietly jumped rapidly towards the gate of the house, like a gust of wind blowing.

Ma Xiaoxin was so frightened that she covered her ears and shouted: "Ghost, the ghost is here!"

The woman's cry was especially sharp, echoing in the forest, making this forest and this house even more eerie.

Ye Qian was taken aback, her hand holding the camera trembled, and the whole live broadcast screen shook accordingly.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was instantly filled with the words prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony, piled up layer upon layer.

"There is obviously no wind, how did those fires move, ghost blowing?"

"Oh my god, it's too scary. Is there really a ghost? I'm so scared that I dare not go to the toilet. I'm about to be suffocated to death."

"Brother with a mask, protect the little brother with an inch head!"

"I'm new here. I heard that there are ghosts here. Where are they?"

……

Rong Zhao raised his eyes and glanced at the makeup artist standing not far behind Ye Qian, then turned to Zhou Ye and said, "It was done by people."

Zhou Ye leaned closer to Rong Zhao: "Your voice is too low, and you are wearing a mask, so I can't hear you clearly."

Rong Zhao had no choice but to stick to Zhou Ye's ear: "That makeup artist has a ghost."

Zhou Ye accepted it as soon as he saw it, and didn't continue to take advantage of Rong Zhao, and replied: "The big bag on his back is just props to scare people."

Rong Zhao nodded: "[-]% yes."

Zhou Ye got up and walked around behind the camera to grab the makeup artist's wrist, and asked in a low voice, "What were you doing sneakily just now?"

The make-up artist was a man of the same age as Rong Zhao, and he struggled with his wrist, so he had to open his backpack and show Zhou Ye a look.

A silent hair dryer.

The so-called dark wind just now was the masterpiece of this makeup artist.

The makeup artist whispered: "I'm also doing things according to brother Xiao's wishes, just eating and eating."

Zhou Ye let go of the make-up artist's wrist, walked to Luo Jin's side, and said in a blunt tone, "The paper is burnt, let's go back."

Lin Mu pointed to the inside of the house, and said tentatively, "It's already here, why don't you go in and have a look?"

Ma Xiaoxin hugged Lin Mu's arm and whispered, "It's too scary, don't go."

Zhou Ye frowned: "Didn't it be agreed at the beginning that we would only look outside the house and burn paper, so we wouldn't go in."

Assistant Xiao pulled Zhou Ye aside, pointed to the live broadcast screen, and said in a low voice: "The fans are so aggressive at swiping gifts, let them all in, and if you have money, don't make money asshole. You get a lot of money.”

Zhou Ye doesn't care about money, he only cares about Rong Zhao's feelings: "No."

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden noise from the house, it was not loud, like someone was walking inside and accidentally bumped into something, or like a small stone fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

Zhou Ye quickly glanced at the people present. There were thirteen people in total, not one of them was missing.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Are you still secretly arranging someone?"

Assistant Xiao glanced in the direction of the gate of the house, and hurriedly waved his hands: "No, really not."

He said again: "This is halfway up the mountain, maybe some small animal is making the sound."

Zhou Ye walked to Rong Zhao's side, and the two exchanged notes.

Rong Zhao: "I saw it just now, and the people here didn't make any small movements. The noise just now did indeed come from the yard."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, his dark eyes sank: "Do you want to go in and take a look? If you want, I will accompany you. If you don't want to, I will guard the door and never allow anyone to step in." .”

Rong Zhao nodded: "I want to go in and see what's going on. Whether it's a human or a ghost, he will catch them all."

Among the thirteen people, except Ma Xiaoxin, who was the least courageous, everyone agreed to go in, especially Liu Junfeng who needed to save money for studying abroad, and Shangguanfeng who wanted to become popular.

The door was locked, and Assistant Xiao handed Luo Jin a special hairpin to open the door.

Zhou Ye stood beside Rong Zhao: "Does the live broadcast need to be turned off?"

Rong Zhao shook his head: "No, cameras are sometimes easier to use than human eyes."

Just like the live broadcast of a walking elephant, if the camera hadn't captured the will-o'-the-wisp in the house, everyone would have thought he was crazy.

With a "click", the door lock opened, Luo Jin turned to the live camera and said, "We are going in now, everyone, don't act alone."

Zhou Ye said to Rong Zhao in a low voice: "Don't get separated from me." After speaking, he touched Rong Zhao's little finger with his little finger, carefully probing, trying to hook him.

Rong Zhao shook Zhou Ye's hand away: "Don't tickle me, I'm ticklish."

Zhou Ye: "..." Who tickled you.