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At the bottom of the big screen, there are dense bullet screens, one after another:

[The anchor is really the devil, right? 】

【Damn it, I pretended (dog head)】

[It's fake at first glance, I know you want to give a reward, take the roses and give them away, hurry up and move on to the next link]

[Don't worry, don't worry, I still want to see how the anchor will do next]

【I can’t give you a silver coin any more】

[I have learned micro-expressions, why do I feel that the anchor does not look like a show, what if I really hit a ghost]

[Upstairs, don't be fooled by the anchor, they have a team for this kind of live broadcast, with assistants to cooperate, and they are all posing]

[You call this a posing?Call the police! 】

Some netizens believed it and some didn't. At first, most of them didn't believe it, but after watching it, the picture became more and more wrong.

The host's free other hand desperately grabbed his throat, a large black shadow appeared on his neck, and blood slowly oozes out from under the black shadow.

Something even more strange happened. The anchor slowly left the ground and moved backwards, as if someone was dragging him behind him. Gradually, blood flowed down his clothes.

There was a hissing sound from the anchor's throat, his feet were hanging in the air, and he kicked and kicked more and more violently. With his movements, the candle also kicked over, and the burning candle rolled on the paper, igniting the paper, and the flame rose.The live camera shakes and goes black.

Zhang Xian stood up with a serious expression on his face: "Regardless of whether it is true or not, call the police and save people!" As he spoke, he walked away.

There are also many voices of saving lives in the barrage.

Tang Changyue was taken aback: "Where are you going? How can you save people?"

Zhang Xian pointed to the dark place next door: "The anchor is in the factory over there. You should call the police immediately."

"how do you know?"

"The audience said it." Zhang Xian's dynamic vision was good enough to find out the location of the anchor's live broadcast in the dense barrage.

In desperation, he didn't care about the inconvenience of his legs and feet, he strode forward with his long legs, limped and tried to trot over.

After Tang Changyue called the police, she was dragged by the waiter to check out. When she looked up, Zhang Xian had already disappeared.

The factory has been abandoned for a long time, the iron fence gate has been toppled down long ago, and weeds are overgrown in the courtyard.The machine I don't know what it is used for is placed in the open air, exposed to the sun and rain, and rusty.

In the wild grass, there is a mossy sign that is broken into several knots. The handwriting is illegible, and only the words "props" and "film and television" can be distinguished.

At the back of the yard stood a small four-story building. The building was dilapidated, and most of the walls had peeled off, making it look very mottled.

In the center of the abandoned building, the two gates were locked by a thick iron chain, and thick rusty moss grew on the iron locks and iron chains.

Zhang Xian only glanced at "Iron General" and immediately decided that it was impossible for the anchor to enter through the main entrance.When he turned his gaze, he saw that the glass of the side window was broken, and there were a few rocks for stepping under the window sill, so he rushed towards the window.

When I came to the window, I stepped on the stone first, threw the cane in, and then supported it with both hands, and jumped up—the left leg kept up with the rhythm, and stepped firmly on the window sill, but the right leg was still hanging under the window, dangling Swing, like a sandbag.

Zhang Xian picked up his right leg with his hands, then jumped into the room and landed successfully.

When he picked up the cane, he didn't realize it later. At the moment when he put his hand on the window sill, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind:

"It would be nice to be cured, at any price."

—Any price will do?

Zhang Xian shook his head, drove out the thoughts that suddenly popped into his mind, and focused on the immediate first.

The room he was in was completely dark, except for the moonlight illuminating an inch of space from the window.There are two dilapidated desks in the room, wooden, painted with brown paint, full of age.

There are several fingerprints on the dusty table, and the distribution is very consistent with the footprints on the ground.Either it was left by the anchor, or it was left by the murderer.

Zhang Xian didn't touch those traces, just squinted his eyes, followed the footprints for seven or eight steps, touched an open door, and touched a hand of ashes at the same time.

When he came to the corridor, the effect of the moonlight was even weaker at this time, Zhang Xian continued to follow the footprints, and then began to climb the stairs.

The whole building was extremely silent, except for the tapping of his cane and his dragging footsteps.The air was full of dusty smell, a little choking.

"Strange..." Zhang Xian thought, according to his current speed, when he came here, the fire would at least burn the whole house, but now, he didn't see much fire from the stairs.

The hope is that the anchor broke free and put out the fire.

Or to think about it worse, after the murderer killed the anchor, he took the initiative to put out the fire.

— Never mind, let’s climb.

After all, one leg suffers.

Zhang Xian was out of breath, and every time he climbed a step, he felt like he was dragging a dough bag around his waist.

"If only he could heal."

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The surrounding air became icy cold without knowing when.

Every breath is like a knife cutting in the trachea.

The dusty stair railing that he used for strength suddenly became slippery, like a cold snake sliding and swimming in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Xian smelled a stench at the end of his nose, and Zhang Xian was very sure that it was the smell of blood.

"This kind of hallucination..." Zhang Xian shook his head, and concluded that the murderer probably sprayed hallucinogenic gas in the corridor, and of course the anchor might have done it.

Time was running out, so he tried to speed up the pace of climbing the stairs, and finally reached the fourth floor, and immediately saw the red flames flickering and dancing in a room.

Zhang Xian rushed to the room without hesitation, and shouted sharply:

"Stop! Cops!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the door of the room, he saw a black shadow and jumped out of the window to escape.

Zhang Xian didn't care about chasing the murderer, saving people was the most important thing.

However, he only saw the anchor hanging from a statue at this time, with his head down and motionless.

At the throat of the anchor, there is still the pencil used to invite the pen fairy, and half of the pen body is deeply embedded in the throat.

Zhang Xian rushed into the fire and tried to free the man from the statue.

It's a pity that as soon as he got started, he knew that there was no way to save him.

Because the host's body was as cold as ice.

Although the skin on the neck was intact, the neck bone inside had been completely broken in two, and her breathing and heartbeat had stopped.

A large amount of blood has already flowed out from the anchor's neck, along the body, cascading down to the ground, annihilating most of the flames on the ground.

Human blood accounts for 7% to 8% of body weight. An ordinary adult has about four to five liters of blood in his body, which is about two large Coke bottles.

For acute bleeding, if the bleeding exceeds one-fifth of the total blood volume, the person will go into shock.If the blood supply cannot be treated in time, the organs of the body will lose their functions due to insufficient blood supply, in other words, people will die.

Zhang Xian looked at the blood area, and visually estimated that the blood loss of the anchor was at least more than a large Coke bottle.

Unable to save people, Zhang Xian limped to the window, trying to chase the murderer.

For some reason, the black figure was able to run after jumping down from the fourth floor. He was hurrying along the road outside the factory when he suddenly barged into the alley by the side of the road.

The alley beside the road was pitch black, and Zhang Xian could no longer find the other party.But there was no need to feel sorry, Zhang Xian looked away a little, and couldn't find anyone after careful observation, but saw Tang Changyue walking out of the alley in a hurry.

"When did he carry such a big bag?" Zhang Xian muttered.

Zhang Xian pulled away, only to realize that the fire in the room had been completely extinguished at some point.Not even a spark was left.

The moonlight outside the window was clear and cold, illuminating the appearance of this room.

The room was about [-] square meters, and it was empty. There were more than a dozen dilapidated mannequins lying on the floor, and some broken limbs and arms were piled up in the corners.

This turned out to be an abandoned prop warehouse.

No wonder it can't be burned, there is nothing to burn here.

However, the mobile phone and tripod used for the live broadcast were severely deformed, and they were obviously the wreckage of the sea of ​​fire.

But... Zhang Xian stared at the statue of the hanged anchor, wondering whether the location was a coincidence or on purpose.Because it was a log carved, varnished idol.

The statue is in a standing posture, and the lotus base is nearly three meters long. Compared with the mannequin, it is huge, and it seems out of place in this warehouse.

Moreover, this statue is also incompatible with the immortal Buddha recognized by Zhang Xian.

The Bodhisattva is benevolent and kind-eyed, with a single palm in his left hand, and a string of rosary hanging in the palm; his right hand is stretched forward, with a talisman between his two fingers; a cross is raised behind him.

Where did this come from, the Three Religions Guiyi Immortal?

The anchor hangs under the palm of the bottle holder, using a jute rope.

Died under a standing statue, the cause of death is most likely related to religion.Especially with such a hodgepodge of statues, it is undoubtedly an evil god.

The evil god's preaching is extremely terrifying.

Zhang Xian still remembers the tragedy in a fast food restaurant many years ago when a family of fanatics failed to preach and beat a woman to death.That group of people had no remorse before executing the execution, thinking that what they killed was not a living person, but a demon.

Zhang Xian's mind flashed, as if he had listened to a preaching not long ago:

"This is the power of the world of online literature!" The online car-hailing driver said proudly, his gray hair seemed to be blown up proudly.

Zhang Xian remembered that he was very puzzled at the time, and he humbly asked for advice: "Wang Wen Shi Shi, what is it?"

It sounds a bit like the purpose of illegal organizations that some countries crack down on.

And looking at the fanaticism of the driver, it looks like a brainwashed fanatic.Zhang Xian has already decided to make a fool of himself, inquire about the news, and call the police as soon as he gets off the car, but...but what is it?

My head hurts again, like being pricked by a needle.

Fortunately, the sound of police sirens drove away Zhang Xian's headache. An invisible eraser was working quietly, trying to wipe away his thoughts about "illegal organizations".

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Brother Yan will not realize that this is a supernatural world for a while, but so what, just hit it (Yincha.jpg)