When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

Faced with Boss Qian's threat, Yi Qi naturally has no fear.

With the existing technology, as long as he doesn't want to, no one can block his signal.

But Wang Siyun was a little panicked!

He was groaning and paralyzed on the ground. After listening to Boss Qian's words, he immediately got up trembling, picked up the phone with his remaining hand, and tried to check it.

"Really, there is no signal!"

He yelled, throwing down the blocked cell phone, his spirit visibly sluggish, curled up on the ground trembling: "Don't... don't kill me..."

His frightened appearance gave Boss Qian his confidence.

Boss Qian's hand holding the gun no longer trembled. He narrowed his eyes, stared at the two of them and said in a deep voice, "You two, I don't intend to make things difficult for you, but I just want to negotiate a good deal."

"The signal was blocked 10 minutes ago." He pointed to Wang Siyun, "The audience only saw a pair of red shoes attacking you and hurting you, and then at the moment of life-threatening, the live broadcast was suddenly interrupted."

"They can't see what happened later, so they just think that although there are recorders hidden in this gallery, the supernatural events are real. Your previous judgment was wrong, and there is no fraud in the gallery."

"Even if the live broadcast is interrupted, these viewers will make up their minds, thinking that the supernatural power here can already affect the signal and interfere with the live broadcast."

After that, he stared at Wang Siyun, whose crotch was wet, and sneered again: "After you go out, say that the night guards saved you, and the ghost suddenly disappeared by itself at a critical moment. Then, I will put it in your card Play this number..."

He stretched out his hand to draw a number, and rubbed his fingers proudly: "With this money, even if you don't do live broadcasts in the future, it will be enough for you to eat and drink."

Wang Siyun dragged his injured hands and feet, and fell into a pool of blood, staring blankly at Boss Qian, his lips pursed, obviously moved.

Yi Qi watched the interaction between the two with cold eyes, and suddenly understood why the gallery's fraud was so simple, but it has never been exposed.

The anchors who have come here to explore before may not have someone who exposed the scam.

But as long as someone finds the recorder and spy on Boss Qian of the gallery, he will secretly manipulate the red high-heeled shoes and hunt down those who find it.

At the last moment, life and death were on the line, and Boss Qian came forward to save people, blocked the signal, and negotiated terms with the injured anchor.

The anchors first experienced threats and intimidation, and then experienced sugar-coated shells. Usually at this time, they would give in and obediently take money to cooperate.

Then, the audience will see that the gallery is indeed haunted, and the host is almost killed by a ghost!

Even if Yi Qi didn't come just now, the red high heels wouldn't trample Wang Siyun to death.After all, Boss Qian just wanted to hype the popularity, and he didn't want his gallery to kill anyone.

Obviously, the audience in the live broadcast room has also understood this routine.

[Fuck!This real Nima surnamed Qian is insidious! 】

[So vicious!Fortunately, the anchor is still insisting on live broadcasting, so that everyone can see the truth clearly. 】

[By the way, why is the anchor's signal not blocked? No one is curious about this question? 】

[Anchor, come on, don't be corroded by sugar-coated shells...]

Since Wang Siyun's live broadcast was blocked, those viewers who wanted to continue watching, naturally swarmed into Yi Qi's live broadcast room, causing the number of online viewers to skyrocket in an instant.

Among them are Wang Siyun fans who were banned before.

Yi Qi thought for a while, and lifted the ban on these fans.

【Huh?It seems that I can finally post barrage? 】

[Forget it, it doesn't matter!Xiaoyun...Wang Siyun disappointed me too much, Xiao Baimao, come on! 】

[Baimao anchor, it's up to you now, we must make the gallery owner's conspiracy public! 】

At this moment, Wang Siyun, who had been thinking for a long time, finally bit his lips and nodded to Boss Qian: "I will do as you say, but after it is done, I will not lose a penny!"

Boss Qian squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and the fat on his round face trembled: "That's right! A man who knows the current affairs is a hero."

Wang Siyun sighed, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Tonight, he made a lot of ugly appearances in front of the fans. I'm afraid that he will never be able to rely on his face for food in the future, and this matter will become a stain that he can't erase. It may not be easy for him to go live in the future.

Instead of doing this, it's better to take the money as soon as possible, and at least leave yourself a way out.

Hearing that Wang Siyun agreed to Boss Qian, Yiqi's live broadcast room was full of curses.

[Wang Siyun, that bastard!I used to be his fan, I can stand him making a fool of himself, but I can't stand his bad money!Bastard, never see you again! 】

[Earn this kind of money?I was blind before, so I think this kind of person is handsome! 】

[Wang Siyun dares to broadcast live in the future, I will scold him every time I see him! 】

Passers-by were scolding, and fans who had lost their fans were also scolding, stepping back harder than anyone else.

In the future, if Wang Siyun wants to play live with a thick skin, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult.

On the other side, after dealing with Wang Siyun, Boss Qian turned his attention to Yi Qi.

He smiled kindly and walked over slowly. If he ignored the black muzzle of the gun in his hand, he really seemed to be here to discuss business.

"I have seen Mr. Yi's previous actions. He has real skills in his hands. He can trap this madman, unlike ordinary little anchors."

He said with some trepidation: "I don't need Mr. Yi's cooperation in everything, as long as you don't open your mouth after you go out and don't mention anything, I will give you this amount!"

He stretched out five fingers, obviously more than what was given to Wang Siyun.

Wang Siyun quietly raised his head, glanced at Yi Qi, his eyes were full of envy and jealousy.

Yi Qi was expressionless, and instead of answering Boss Qian, he asked, "When was Meng Jiaojiao's ghost driven by you?"

"Oh, I just said that you have real skills, and you can see it!"

Boss Qian smiled, and said indifferently: "I almost forgot the name of this madman, so it's called Meng Jiaojiao?"

"I can't help it! Back then, the gallery was on the verge of bankruptcy, so we could only take a different approach and try to attract customers with novel tricks."

""The Weeping Woman" was painted by me. When I painted it, I mixed some ether into the paint, which is easy to make people hallucinate and hype ghost stories."

"But the idiot who made the painting actually mixed the concentration of ether too high, and as a result, the body of the first buyer was broken, and she died in the hospital directly."

"Some innocuous ghost stories can increase popularity. But once someone dies, who would dare to buy paintings from me?"

"I have no choice. I can only send someone to retrieve the painting before things get serious... But fortunately, the person who retrieved the painting stole a pair of high heels that she wore during her lifetime at the deceased's house."

Boss Qian pointed to the trapped red high-heeled shoes, with a proud face on his face: "Although the person who stole the shoes is a pervert, he helped me a lot."

"Through this pair of shoes, I asked someone to do it. I captured the soul of Meng Jiaojiao, who had just died, and possessed it on her favorite shoes when she was alive. Who, let her be used by me."

"Afterwards, if someone wants to expose the gallery's fraud, I will release this ghost and let her bite like a mad dog, and then I will clean up the mess."

He exclaimed triumphantly: "What a useful madman!"

[Fuck!It's disgusting, it's disgusting, this dog boss is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen! 】

【Killed the girl to death, and restrained the girl's ghost to be used as a dog!Damn it, I'm going to smash this broken gallery tomorrow! 】

[Brother in front calm down, I have called the police, this live broadcast is evidence! 】

【right!Let's call the police quickly and ask the police uncle to rescue the anchor, the dog boss still has a gun in his hand! 】

[The dog owner's gun must have been obtained illegally from the black market, so it's an extra crime!Everyone took a lot of screenshots and screen recordings, this is all evidence. 】

In the live broadcast room, the audience was busy making suggestions, and the screen was filled with barrage, trying to do their part.

"Mr. Yi, what do you think?" Seeing that there was no reply, Boss Qian couldn't help being a little impatient, and pointed the gun in his hand at Yi Qi, with obvious threats.

Yi Qi looked at the black muzzle of the gun, but suddenly smiled.

"Boss Qian, do you know... my live broadcast has not been blocked?"

"How is it possible..." Boss Qian was at a loss for words for a moment, then his expression changed drastically, and he pulled the trigger with his fingers nervously.

"Bang bang bang!"

After three gunshots, Yi Qi in front of his eyes disappeared.

"Come out! Get out, I!" Boss Qian yelled frantically, his face flushed with anxiety, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Although he turned on the signal jammer, the other party is right, if the other party has any anti-shielding facilities...

Thinking of what he said just now, all exposed in front of the live broadcast camera, Boss Qian's face turned pale, and only rage remained in his heart, wishing to drag him to hell with him.

"If I finish playing, you will die with me! Die together!!"

He roared at the top of his voice, the veins on his neck were bulging, and he no longer looked like a kind and wealthy businessman, shooting randomly into the surrounding darkness.

Cold bullets bounced around the gallery, smashing all the fine decorations.

Unfortunately, Wang Siyun, who had a weak sense of existence, was lying on the gun, and was shot twice in his already injured leg, and he cried out in pain.

When Yi Qi passed by him, he grabbed his collar and dragged him into the corner of the gallery, hiding in the dark to watch Boss Qian go crazy.

The audience in the live broadcast room also began to worry.

【No!The anchor hides himself, the dog boss has rabies. 】

【Grass!Dog boss really dare to shoot? 】

[This bastard must have been broken, and before he died, he wanted to counterattack and let others bury him with him! 】

[The anchor holds on, the police will be here soon, hide well and don't show your face, bullets don't have eyes! 】

Yi Qi looked at the barrage, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Just now, a few bullets did hit his body, but those bullets were all bounced off, and they couldn't even scratch his skin.

No one noticed this, everyone thought he was lucky that no bullet hit him.

He can physically pass through the time storm, even if it is a star-destroying level of damage, it will not damage his core.

But these human beings cared about him, and this feeling was novel and wonderful.

He waited quietly, until Boss Qian went crazy, all the magazines in the gun were empty, and the ground was full of bullet holes and shell casings, then he came out of the hiding place.

"You, you... bastard!" Boss Qian cursed bitterly while clutching the empty gun, his eyes red.

Yi Qi didn't answer, but just raised the ruby ​​ring on his hand, and removed all the lasers that trapped the red high-heeled shoes.

Boss Qian suddenly panicked: "What are you trying to do? This madman doesn't listen to your orders, so I have the spell to manipulate her..."

He lowered his head to look for the yellow paper with spells on it, but when he searched the entire pocket, it was empty.

"Are you looking for this?" Yi Qi slowly took out a corner of yellow paper, held it between his fingers, and showed it to the other party.

Boss Qian's fat face instantly turned pale: "You...when..."

"Just when you shot just now, I walked by and took this gadget." He sneered, and burned the yellow paper talisman folded into a triangle into a wisp of ashes.

Now, there is nothing to restrain Meng Jiaojiao's ghost!

The red high-heeled shoes that got out of trouble took the initiative to walk around Yiqi, as if waking up from a dream, and as if thanking him, but there was no aggressive behavior, as if they could finally communicate.

"You are free." Yi Qi looked at the pair of red high heels, his silver eyes drooped slightly, and his tone was gentle.

But Boss Qian, amidst horrified screams, watched the pair of red high-heeled shoes "slap-pattap" walking towards him.

Outside the locked rolling gate, the sharp siren also sounded at this time.

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