When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

Yi Qi clicked on the replay of the live broadcast.

Last night's live broadcast was normal at the beginning, Zhao Junxuan was exploring around the abandoned middle school, the surroundings were pitch black, and the place illuminated by the lights looked particularly desolate.

But gradually, things started to get weird.

It seemed as if something was following him, meandering in the darkness, but when Zhao Junxuan looked back with the flashlight on, he could only see a piece of white light, and there was nothing behind him.

Zhao Junxuan gradually became restless after repeated searches in the Xiangxiang certificate failed.

During the live broadcast, he stopped talking or interacting with the barrage, turned down the brightness of the flashlight, and crept into the night to lurk.

Later, he simply turned off the flashlight, panting violently in the dark, his breathing rate was abnormal, and his footsteps were chaotic.

With the help of the faint light from the live camera, the audience vaguely saw that Zhao Junxuan appeared in front of the camera again, with a panicked expression on his face, but he didn't make a sound. He just gestured back and forth with gestures, trying to express himself.

"what--"

Finally, he was caught off guard and let out a scream.

The camera was knocked to the ground, and through the tilted lens, the audience could only see one hand of Zhao Junxuan on the ground, his fingers clenched to the ground in vain, but he was still forcibly dragged away and disappeared into the darkness.

Only bloodstains remained on the ground, and everything returned to death.

After the replay of the live broadcast ended, Wu Ming huddled next to Yi Qi and watched it together, with panic and confusion on his face, he asked in a daze, "What exactly attacked him?"

"It's not clear yet, but the steamed bun company should deal with the disappearance of our anchor, so don't worry too much." Yi Qi replied.

Wu Ming muttered, "The steamed bun company is busy holding an outdoor ghost show recently. I'm afraid that the senior leaders will not notice the movement in Ping'an Middle School in a short period of time."

"And the truth about the gallery you revealed last night has attracted the attention of the police. I'm afraid they won't be able to spare any manpower for a while."

The annual "Outdoor Ghost Show" is almost the most streamed live broadcast program in the country.

The steamed bun company and the bread company, although these two companies usually compete with each other, they still have time to cooperate.

At this time of year, the two companies will join forces, choose a location, hold an outdoor reality show of supernatural adventures, bring out their best anchors, and compete with each other.

If the company's top executives are busy with this recently, it is indeed difficult to detect the anomaly in the first place.

Yi Qi shook his head slightly, and said, "Even if there is a slight delay, at most it will be delayed until tonight, or tomorrow at the latest, and the relevant departments will seal off the abandoned middle school and enter the campus to search for the missing."

"So, there's still one night left!"

Wu Ming sighed: "Ms. Zhao disappeared in Ping'an Middle School, what a gimmick! Brother Yi, let's go on an adventure in the school tonight, save people and broadcast live..."

"No." Yi Qi refused coldly.

"Don't, don't! Brother Yi, let's think about it again!"

Wu Ming was so excited that he almost jumped up, trying to persuade him: "Maybe Ping An Middle School will be closed tomorrow, and tonight may be the last chance to live broadcast."

"Brother Yi, don't you want to participate in the "Outdoor Ghost Show"? With your performance, you will definitely be selected! But the ghost show never allows newcomers to participate, so the anchors who participate in the registration must have live broadcasted at least three ghost adventures. "

There are a lot of masters in the ghost show, Wu Ming is a rookie and doesn't expect himself to be able to participate, but he has absolute confidence in his brothers, the only difference is the qualification to sign up!

Now Yiqi has already broadcasted two supernatural adventures live, if he enters the live broadcast of Ping An Middle School tonight, it will be exactly three adventures, and he will be considered as a qualified ticket for "Outdoor Supernatural Show".

But facing the most popular live show in the country, Yi Qi shook his head not very interested.

Seeing that Yiqi was unmoved, Wu Ming felt regretful, and regretted, "So you don't want to go, so forget it!"

"Anyway, no matter whether I go to the supernatural show or not, I, Brother Yi, are the most shining new stars! It's just that others will rush to Ping'an Middle School tonight to catch the heat, but they are not as good as my Brother Yi..."

Wu Ming praised his own brothers, that was a sincere admiration!

It's just that Yi Qi frowned when he heard what he said later, and had to interrupt his bragging, and asked with a headache: "Wait!"

"You mean, tonight there will be other anchors who will venture to Ping An Middle School to broadcast live?"

"That's for sure! After all, the matter of Teacher Zhao's disappearance is very hot. Which big anchor doesn't want to get some traffic to prepare for his participation in the ghost show in the future?" Wu Ming said.

Facing this group of masters who only care about traffic, Yi Qi was stunned for a rare moment.

Then he held his forehead helplessly and sighed: "Xiao Wu, go back and get ready. We will go to Ping An Middle School this afternoon."

"Well, Brother Yi, have you changed your mind?"

"No way, human beings always love to die."

"Eh?"

……

The day time slipped away little by little, the sun slanted, and dusk fell.

Yi Qi stuffed the remodeled and upgraded flashlight into his backpack, leaned on the sofa, watched the dim sunset outside the window, and waited silently.

Not only was he waiting for his live broadcast companion, he was also waiting for a certain golden-eyed thief.

Before, Feng Zhu made a promise that as long as he won the live broadcast challenge, he would come to tell him the truth about Ximing Mountain.

It's just that in the gallery, Wind Candle disappears into chaos.

Now, Yi Qi waited quietly for him all day, but there was still no sign of someone.

"As expected of a little thief, you really didn't keep your promise..." He laughed at himself, packed his bags expressionlessly, and went downstairs.

Looks like he's going to re-evaluate someone's creditworthiness!

After leaving the old house, I saw Wu Ming standing beside a taxi, fully armed, waving at him excitedly: "Brother Yi, this way!"

Ping'an Middle School, originally a private middle school, closed down 15 years ago. The ruins that have been abandoned for many years are located on the outskirts of Lujiang City.

The hired taxi driver is a middle-aged man in his 30s, with a beard and a tired look. He is obviously busy all day earning money to support his family.

He was driving the car, and when he heard Wu Ming in the back seat talking about Ping An Middle School, he suddenly regained his energy: "You two little brothers, why are you mentioning this school?"

Wu Ming leaned over curiously: "Master, do you know this school too?"

The driver smiled honestly: "This school has been closed for 15 years, so it's not a good school!"

"However, 15 years ago, I was still a student at Ping An Middle School, where I studied for two years."

Wu Ming's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "You have studied in Ping'an Middle School... you are amazing!"

"That's awesome! It's a private middle school. Most of the students studying in it are the children of migrant workers... In addition to the children from poor families, there are also some rich second-generation who can't get into a good school. They spend money to come to this school to become uncles." ! Treat this school as a temporary transfer station."

When the driver mentioned Ping'an Middle School, his face was pale, obviously he didn't have deep feelings for his alma mater: "Such a crappy school with poor discipline and chaos, it's fine if it closes down!"

"If Ping An Middle School was a good school, I wouldn't be renting out every day!"

He complained, "Do you know how chaotic the school was?"

"The seniors and sisters of the senior grade deliberately frightened our younger students, saying that the school used to be a mass grave, and there were ghosts haunting it! They also made up nine jingles and told us not to run around."

Speaking of this, the driver became interested and said: "Until now, I still remember those few jingles."

"First, don't turn on the lights at night, and don't make any noise with your hands and feet."

"Second, don't speak loudly, the campus can only talk about silence."

"Third, don't go to the pond, the water is not shallow under the moon's shadow."

"Fourth, don't see the school doctor, be careful when you die."

"Fifth, don't pick up trash, and leave as soon as you meet an old woman."

"Sixth, don't look through old photos, take pictures together without opening your eyes."

"Seventh, stay away from the old men's dormitory, and lock the door of the room on the fourth floor."

"Eighth, close the toilet door and shut your mouth when you hear the sound."

"ninth……"

After reading this, the driver seemed to think of something suddenly. He slammed on the brakes, turned his head, and looked at them with wide eyes: "You two, don't you want to go to Ping An Middle School at this time?"

Wu Ming nodded and patted the camera he was carrying: "Master, let's go live there!"

Unexpectedly, after hearing his answer, the driver turned pale in shock: "I can't go!"

Then the driver stopped the car nervously, opened the window, and looked up at the sky.

It was dusk at this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the surrounding sky was gradually darkening.

"It's best not to enter Ping'an Middle School at night...there's nothing to see in that dilapidated place that has been abandoned for more than ten years!"

The driver stared at the two of them worriedly, and kindly persuaded: "Why don't I drag you and let's go to another place? Or wait until tomorrow, after dawn, before you go to school?"

Yi Qi, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly asked, "Are you nervous?"

The driver was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that his forehead was covered with bead-sized beads of sweat.

He wiped his forehead in embarrassment, and said falteringly: "I, I'm a little nervous... The last sentence of the jingle taught to us by our seniors and sisters is..."

"Ninth, don't go back to school late at night!"