I, C, attend the funeral

When the three of them left the hospital, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon - Zhao's father hadn't woken up, Zhao's mother wanted to apply for a commissioner, Zhao Yin had to find a doctor and communicate with Zhao's mother, and finally persuaded him to come down.

Everyone is afraid of changing hospitals at will. If the doctor messes up and wants to perform some kind of operation or do some strange examination, it will hurt the muscles and bones.

Although Zhou Shan is dubious, he is willing to give Zhao Yin more trust, but the bottom line is that he will come back from the overpass tonight. If Father Zhao still doesn't get better, he must be transferred to another hospital as soon as possible.

Zhao Yin agreed to come down, and the three of them sat in Zhou Shan's car and came all the way towards the elevated overpass.

It was cloudy at noon, but it didn't rain for a long time.

For a while, it was even more gloomy like the night.

Zihe raised his head and looked towards the sky, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

He looked worriedly at Zhou Shan who was sitting in the front driver's seat——

Zhou Shan honked the horn and impatiently hammered the steering wheel with his jaws.

It's not the off-duty time, there are actually no cars on this road, but the speed of the car in front is a little slower, Zhou Shan becomes very impatient.

Zhao Yin, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was also a little uneasy, and he turned his head to look at Zhou Shan from time to time.

The closer he got to the overpass, the more irritable Zhou Shan seemed to become.

Zhao Yin turned his head and cast a look at Zihe. After the two exchanged glances, Zihe leaned on the back of Zhao Yin's car seat and carefully looked at Zhou Shan's face.

Seeing that Zhou Shan's originally upright and heroic face seemed to be becoming vicious at a speed visible to the naked eye, the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly turned down because of anger, and his nostrils were also slightly opened from time to time, as if he was suppressing the explosive impulse.

The bloodshots on the whites of his eyes also became more and more, even gradually changing from red bloodshots to black mesh.

Zihe frowned, although he was a little uncertain, but when Zhou Shan's face began to float in the form of light purple silk mesh, he finally couldn't sit still.

Although he was hostile to Zhou Shan and was also hostile by Zhou Shan, he didn't really want him to die.

Turning your head and looking forward, you can see the highest point area of ​​the viaduct at a glance—it is a ring area on the viaduct ahead that has frequent traffic accidents.

On the side of the viaduct, it is said that the tallest building in the city is the Huanfu Building, which is said to be closed for resale in the information provided by Zhou Shan, and is now in a state of abandonment and shelving.

Zihe narrowed his eyes slightly, and when the car was gradually approaching, he suddenly saw an area in front of him, inexplicably gray and dead, exuding a dead air like ruins-neither Xiaodie nor Zhou Shan seemed to notice this strange phenomenon.

He frowned, and suddenly shouted at Zhou Shan: "Stop!"

Zhou Shan was startled by him, let off the accelerator, glanced back hastily, pulled the steering wheel sharply, and stopped on the side of the road with his foot on the brakes.

His series of skilled movements were completed in a few seconds.

Unprepared, Zhao Yin leaned forward and grabbed the handrail above the car door to stabilize his figure.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Shan turned his head and looked at Zihe impatiently.

While asking in a bad tone, he quickly pointed the steering wheel with his fingers impatiently.

Zihe's gaze rested on his fingers for two seconds before he said, "The front is the scope of the Feng Shui Bureau that caused you to have an accident."

They still don't know what the current Feng Shui bureau is and how it works on people and drivers.

It's too dangerous to drive the car recklessly like this, especially the driver is still very unstable and influenced by the Feng Shui Bureau.

Knowing this, it is too stupid to go to death without any precautions.

Zihe patted the tiny car seat, opened the door and got out of the car.

"If you go any further, I'm afraid your life will be gone." Zihe said, carrying a small schoolbag he had prepared on his back—he also prepared some things, although it was not as complete as the book that was packed in a small book.

"I can't let you two powerless people take risks—" Zhou Shan said as he was about to get out of the car.

Zhao Yin suddenly touched Zhou Shan's waist, but before Zhou Shan could react, he took Zhou Shan's hand again.

Then there were two "clicks".

The next moment, Zhao Yin turned around and opened the car door, and got out of the car with his schoolbag.

"You wait for us here. If we haven't come out after an hour, you can call the police." Zhao Yin said while spreading glutinous rice around the car.

Zhou Shan was sitting in the car, his right hand was handcuffed to the car by Zhao Yin, and the handcuff key was taken away by Zhao Yin.

He tugged his hand hard, and the pain made his eyes clear again.

But soon, he said anxiously: "Zhao Yin, come here!"

Zhao Yin put the key in his pocket, without turning his head, he just said to Zihe beside him: "Let's go, there is still more than one kilometer to the elevated overpass accident area and Huanfu Building."

Zihe responded, and he turned his head towards Zhou Shan who was in the jeep who was trying to tear off the handcuffs violently, and couldn't help but think:

Little to die for this temper...

It turned out that he was not only rude to him, but also to his elder brother who grew up with him.

Inexplicably, Zihe, who walked into the dangerous situation with unknown degree of danger, felt a little emotional...

sunny.

……

……

Bian Zhuo is an anchor of an outdoor adventure show. After graduating from university, he has not found a job, and he is not willing to find a job for others.

During his time as an anchor, his fans' attention was not bad, so he wanted to be a professional anchor.

When the number of fans exceeds 1, the live broadcast platform will contact him, saying that when he has 3 fans, he can sign a contract with a guarantee + commission + sharing contract.

But he has 1.8k fans now, and there is still a long way to go from 3w—but his savings have been spent, and if this continues, he will become a gnawing gang.

But... his hometown is in a small town in the Northeast, so he doesn't have any capital to chew on his old age.

For him, this month can be said to be an ultimatum - if he can't sign a contract, he will have to give up his dream of being a live broadcaster and go out to find a job.

He raised his head and looked at the Huanfu Building in front of him. He took a deep breath, put a camera with night vision function on his head, held a fully charged mobile phone in his hand, and hesitatingly placed his finger on the 'Start Broadcast' button...

Taking another deep breath, he looked up at the sky. It was only five o'clock, but the sky was full of darkness.

His face was heavy and his mood was very complicated.

The whole building of Huanfu Building in front of us is completely dark——

This building has been abandoned for more than a month. It is said that the business was not good at first, and then three members of the security family living in the basement died suddenly and one person disappeared. The owner of the building resold the building.

Now the new building owner has just taken over the building, and is planning to renovate and other matters. The whole building is abandoned here. It is said that there is only one old man who has received a meager salary temporarily and is here to watch the door every day.

It is also said on the Internet that not only the Huanfu Building is haunted, but the elevated interchange next to it is also haunted——

The family members of the security guards in the building died suddenly, and someone jumped from the building...

A person died in a car accident on the elevated road in the morning, and a passer-by died in the evening on the elevated road...

Citizens who now know the rumors of hauntings take detours during the day and night.

If the nearby residential areas heard that there was a traffic accident on the elevated side during the day, they would not dare to approach the Huanfu Building and the viaduct for a whole day, and would burn incense and worship Buddha tremblingly.

The Huanfu Building and the elevated interchange are the hottest urban stories in recent times—this is why Bian Zhuo chose this place.

Give it a go, of course you have to choose the most explosive move.

Bian Zhuo bit his lower lip and took another deep breath.With a final stomp, he encouraged himself, and finally pressed the start button.

Where the number of people was displayed in the room, the numbers immediately jumped up, 4, 18, 60... jumped to several hundred in the blink of an eye.

He changed the name of the live broadcast room to: [! ! !Straight into the ghost building alone: ​​Huanfu Building], and then cautiously said to the camera of the mobile phone: "I came to the Huanfu Building alone, and this month is haunted by ghosts. Everyone knows that the number of dead people nearby is almost over. Hundreds..."

As he spoke, he turned the camera around to show that he was really alone.

"It's cloudy today. I don't know if it's caused by ghosts in Huanfu Building... It's so dark in broad daylight... And why is it so cold around here... There's no one around..."

There are two shots displayed in his live broadcast room, one is the night vision camera above his head, and the other is the lens of his mobile phone.

The camera shakes as he walks——

When he looked up, the night vision camera captured the Huanfu Building, the tallest building in Tanshan City. In the darkness, not a single light was on in the whole building. It was pitch black, like a huge coffin, vertically inserted into the ground.

Bian Zhuo shuddered, and the voice of the live broadcast subconsciously lowered and trembled slightly.

As he approached the Huanfu Building, he began to slow down his movements, and looked up at the streetlights. He frowned, and his breathing became short of breath. Why did he feel that the surroundings seemed to be getting darker?

Suddenly, a figure moved out from the alley beside the building—the man was hunched over, walking very slowly, like an old man dying.

However, this thin and short man was carrying a heavy bag in his hand. He walked out in the dark and deserted streets. After pausing for a while with his head down on the side of the building, he walked slowly towards the main entrance of the building. .

Bian Zhuo hurriedly hid aside, and said to the bluetooth earphones on his ear: "There is... There is a person..."

His voice was very low, and he seemed extremely tense and depressed.

He stared intently at the person in front of him, he had no time to watch the barrage in his live broadcast room, and his palm was covered with cold sweat while holding the phone.

While dodging, he followed up lightly.

And in his shaking camera, the ever-increasing number of water friends in the live broadcast room also saw through the live broadcast screen the back of the hunched forward in the dark under the shaking camera——

Coupled with Bian Zhuo's chaotic breathing, a strange atmosphere filled the entire live broadcast room.

The bullet screen is scrolling crazily, and the coquettish words are quickly swiping the screen with various remarks——

[Fuck!I am from Tanshan City!It is true that Huanfu Building is haunted!The dead over there are terrible, very evil. 】

[I found the Huanfu Building and the Tanshan City Overpass, oh my god, this record of a car accident looks really scary. 】

[The host is doing it for the live broadcast!I appreciate you!I hope you can keep breathing without stopping! 】

【Ding!Trigger the top horror dungeon, matching...the match is successful!

Ding, your enemy is the full-level rickety ghost soldier, and the weapon is the head in the garbage bag in your hand! 】

[Fuck!Don't be scary upstairs!What is that old man carrying?It can't really be a human head, can it? 】

【I can hardly breathe...】

[These are all the actors hired by the host, right?All actors!actor! 】

[Don't be cowardly, the anchor has a boy peeing, if the old man is a ghost, the anchor will take off his pants and bark at him! 】

[Anchor don’t go in, I’m from Tanshan City, my aunt used to belong to Huanfu Building, it’s really haunted, once she got off work a bit late, when she went to the underground garage to pick up the electric car, she heard many people crying The sound and the child screamed, and saw black shadows flying in the garage. After she got home, she started to have a fever. It took nearly half a month to recover from the fever, and she is still very weak. 】

[The anchor should not go, there is no need to risk your life just to make money. 】

【That's too late……】

[The anchor is plunged into darkness, the danger factor rises sharply, +1+1+1...]

The hinge of the main entrance of Huanfu Building has long lost its lubrication, and it is now stuck in a half-open state.

Fortunately, Bian Zhuo was relatively thin, so he slipped in sideways without making a sound from the door.

He quickly leaned against the wall and looked in through the light from the glass door.

He had been to Huanfu Building before, and at that time he thought it was an ordinary shopping mall, but when he came in now, he felt that it seemed to be a completely different place——

There is obviously no air conditioner in the surrounding area, and there are few lights, but air-conditioning is seeping from all directions.

The elevator in the building has been out of service for a long time, and now only the backup electrical equipment can be used in the whole building. Only on the first floor and in the stairwell, there is a small green light for safety reminders buried in the wall every few hundred meters. Scary, it's better to be black...

The old man in front never looked back, never looked back, never paused.

Like a robot, it always maintains a posture, shuffling along step by step——

His direction is very clear, as if nothing can change his course.

The old man walked through the front hall on the first floor, instead of walking into the abandoned shopping mall, he turned directly into the stairwell on the side, opened the door and walked in.

Bian Zhuo took a deep breath, and when the old man entered the stairwell, he turned on his phone and took a look. He saw that there were already more than 2 people online in the live broadcast room, and his followers had increased by more than 100, which was still useful!

He clenched his fists that were numb due to nervousness, and said in a low voice:

"This old man...couldn't be a ghost, right? I'll follow to see...Everyone remember to pay attention to it. For the sake of my desperate efforts to live broadcast, please support the Rockets!"

After all, Bian Zhuo, stimulated by the "increase in the number of fans, followers and bullet screens", followed the old man into the stairwell without hesitation.

Then, he heard the sound of dragging heavy objects and dragging footsteps in the downward stairwell.

Holding on to the handrail of the stairs with both hands, he looked down and saw the old man walking down step by step under the faint security light, still with his head down.

He licked his parched lips, his muscles tensed from tension and fear.

But the live broadcast is already going on, and if I quit at this time, all previous efforts will be wasted.

So he retracted his head, leaned against the wall, and walked down the stairs.

And just as he retracted his head, a drop of liquid dripped from the top of the stairs, barely rubbed the ends of his hair, and fell into the darkness at the bottom——

It seemed that while Bian Zhuo was looking down, there was also something on the stairs above him, poking his head out to look at him.

It's just... I don't know if the dripping liquid is sweat, saliva, or what...

The sky in Tanshan City became more and more gloomy. When Bian Zhuo stepped into the Huanfu Building, two people were walking down from the viaduct. After seeing Bian Zhuo's figure entering the building, they followed them one after the other.

Both were taller, and their steps were more steady.

One of them seemed to be holding a... sledgehammer?

……

……

Bian Zhuo supported the wall all the way down, but the wall in the stairwell was getting colder and colder, and finally even made his hands feel wet and cold, which was unbearable.

After withdrawing his hand, he wiped the wetness from his palm on his clothes, clenched his palm into a fist and brought it to his mouth to blow two breaths, only to feel warmer.

He whispered: "It's too cold...it's only the end of summer, it's like a freezer here...and...I seem to smell...a rotten smell."

After walking out of the stairwell, he hid at the exit and peeked out. There was a layer of water on the ground of the underground garage, and it was so dark that the depth of the water could not be seen clearly.

The old man, about 100 meters away, only had his ankles in the water. From this point of view, the water should not be very deep.

Bian Zhuo hesitated and hesitated, "I don't know if there is anything in the water...or if the water has soaked the corpse or something..."

He hung his feet above the water for a long time, thinking that he was so poor and so scared, so he gritted his teeth and stepped in lightly.

The water seeped into the sneakers in an instant, and a bone-piercing coolness spread all the way along his feet all over his body. He shivered violently, and almost didn't pee out of the coldness.

Just as he was stepping his second foot into the water, he suddenly heard something in the stairwell behind him.

He stopped suddenly, and looked back towards the stairwell, but the voice disappeared again.

Panting for breath, he hurriedly turned his head to look in the underground garage—fortunately, the old man was still walking forward, and he didn't suddenly disappear or suddenly appear behind him.

But even so, Bian Zhuo was frightened into a cold sweat.

He kept his eyes on the wall at the corner and fixed his eyes on the stairwell behind him.

After a few breaths, there was no sound, and he let out a breath—maybe...he heard it wrong.

The old man in the garage has gone a long way, Bian Zhuo is afraid that he will lose him, that is the most terrible thing.

He tried his best not to make the sound of water, and followed quickly along the side of the garage, bending over.

But every time he walked for a while, he had to look back. There was darkness behind him, and the green security light embedded in the wall seemed to be getting darker and darker. He tried to distinguish, but he couldn't see if there was anything following behind him.

And the old man in front of him seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and his figure became more and more blurred.

Bian Zhuo's breathing began to become rapid, and the cold and fear weighed on his heart, making him likely to collapse at any time, then he turned around and ran away yelling.

But his rationality was still tense, so he gritted his teeth again and moved on.

Bian Zhuo came to take risks, and only prepared a night vision camera, and the images in the night vision camera can only be seen through the mobile phone.

He didn't have night vision glasses, and he didn't even think that he would need to secretly follow him, and he didn't dare to turn on his phone to illuminate it in the dark.

And in the barrage at this moment, the water friends who can see the night vision lens are already boiling.

[Fuck!I seem to see a figure in the darkness behind the anchor. 】

【Not that old man!right!When the anchor looked back, there seemed to be something in the darkness of the camera! 】

[I seem to see two zombies!Just... just wandering silently in the dark! 】

[I saw it too!Fuck!Does anyone have the host phone number? 】

[The anchor, look at the live broadcast room!Damn, there's something behind you! 】

[Those two ghosts...I seem to see one of them holding...is it a head in his hand? 】

【right!It looks like a ponytailed head!The ghost is grabbing the ponytail, and the head is hanging beside him...]

【Scared me!Fuck!I'm going to be scared to pee!Can the host come over and watch the live broadcast?His head is going to be chopped off by a ghost in a while! 】

【no!That doesn't look like a ponytailed head!That should be a blunt weapon, isn't it a hammer? 】

[It's over!The anchor's head is going to be smashed into a cake by a ghost with a hammer! 】

[I will never eat pancakes again in my life! ...]

[Is there anyone in Tanshan City?Can you call the police?Or save the anchor in the past? 】

[How can this tm be saved?Wouldn't it be annihilation to go in?Who gave you the courage to break into the haunted house to save people? 】

[Oh my God, when I thought of two ghosts following behind the anchor, but the anchor didn't know it, and followed an old man who didn't know if it was a ghost or a man, walking deeper and deeper in the dark underground garage... I I panicked.You say, is the old man a bait set by the ghosts? 】

[Yes, after the anchor went deep into the basement, the two cunning ghosts in the back ate the anchor. 】

[Do you feel that the night vision camera has become a little blurry? 】

[Also, why do you feel that there are lumps in the camera?Are those dark shadows related to the lens, or what? 】

And Bian Zhuo, who was following curiously, had no idea that there had been a heated discussion in the studio.

I don't even know that the number of my followers has risen to 27000.The number of online followers alone has reached 10.

He felt that his feet had lost feeling, his waist was bent sore, and his whole body was shivering with cold, and the underground garage was so deep that it seemed that he would never reach the end...

And... Was it his illusion?

Why do I feel that the water under my feet is getting colder and stickier?

Pulling out his feet vigorously, he continued to follow the hunched old man in front of him, and finally, the old man stopped moving forward and stopped.

As Bian Zhuo walked forward, he looked for a shelter under the dimming light, and approached the old man in hiding.

The old man seemed to be squatting down?

It seems to stand up again?

I can't see clearly, let's get closer.

It stinks... It smells like rotten flesh... There can't really be corpses here, right?

Bian Zhuo squatted slightly, using some waste piled in the garage below as a cover, and approached the old man a little bit.

When he finally got close enough to see each other clearly, his heart skipped a beat.

I saw that the old man, who had always turned his back to him, had turned around at some point, and was now facing his direction, with a pair of eyes fixed on him.

What kind of eyes are those?Gray, dull, sluggish... like a dead person, Bian Zhuo froze in place as he looked over.

His body trembled violently and he didn't dare to move.

That old man... look... see himself?

After a long stalemate, the old man did not move. When Bian Zhuo was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the old man suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth in his direction.

Bian Zhuo almost peed in fright.

He couldn't stay in this place for even a second longer.

Turning around, he didn't care about the small things like making noises and revealing his position, and ran towards the way he came.

But the water under his feet was like glue, sticking to his feet, making it extremely difficult for him to run.

This obstacle finally broke him down a bit, and he couldn't bear it any longer, he yelled loudly.

After he was frightened, his three souls were unstable, and after shouting loudly, his yang energy leaked out, and there were countless groups of black shadows flying towards him in a turbulent manner—like soldiers fighting for spoils.

But Bian Zhuo didn't know it, and while yelling, he frantically turned on the light on his mobile phone, illuminated the road with the light, pulled his feet out of the water vigorously, and ran hard.

He ran two steps, but when he turned his head, he didn't see the old man catching up, so he was about to relax, when there was a sudden sound of splashing water on the road.

Bian Zhuo buzzed his whole head, opened his mouth in a daze, and stopped walking like a fool——

Behind him was the scary old man who didn't know whether he was a man or a ghost. In front of him... what was the sound of rushing water in front of him?

He lifted the phone tremblingly, and the light slowly moved upwards, illuminating a small space in front of him.

Seeing a shadow rushing towards him suddenly, he raised his hand and sprinkled something towards him.

Bian Zhuo didn't even have time to dodge, so he was showered all over his head and face, and his face was full of pungent fishy smell.

He turned his head and wanted to vomit, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face randomly, and took a photo of the phone on his palm, a handful of blood...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Bian Zhuo's legs went limp, and he fell down.

Fell to the ground, he pinched the phone with trembling fingers, trembling lips and wanted to shout but couldn't do it anymore, he could only growl "Help...help..." hoarsely, but the sound came out like a breath Like a dying cat.

he's dying...he's dying...

Gotta... gotta record the murderer!

This obsession made him grit his teeth even though his whole body was so weak that he could barely move.

Under the pale light, I saw a tall and ferocious figure charging towards him like a ghost from hell, holding a heavy sledgehammer in his hand, and pounced towards him without hesitation——

The huge hammer was wrapped in a chill, and a fierce air rushed to the face, and the bloody smell was so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe.

The white light of Bian Zhuo's mobile phone shines on the face of the man with the hammer from bottom to top, which is as terrifying as a Rakshasa ghost.

"Ga——" Bian Zhuo made this sound in his throat, tilted his head, and fell limp.

The sledgehammer rubbed against the camera above his head, and when it hit the black mist around him, it made a muffled impact sound as if the hammer had struck a real object.

Immediately afterwards, another person rushed out from behind the 'evil ghost' who raised the hammer. The speed was not slow at all, and while running, he also read the name of the person.

In the darkness, the pupils of this person's eyes actually had a faint cyan flickering.

All of a sudden, great changes occurred, the temperature of the entire underground garage dropped sharply, and the atmosphere was weird and tense.

Although Bian Zhuo fainted, the camera above his head was still working, and the lights of his mobile phone were still on. The live broadcast room on the mobile phone continued to play the screen, and the screen was full of bullets, almost covering the entire screen——

[Fuck!That old man did it on purpose!He already knew that the anchor was following him! 】

[Fuck!Is that old man a ghost!Is it a ghost!ah?Is it a ghost? 】

[Fuck!Scared me to death!Is the host dead? 】

[Fuck!I was so scared that I threw away my phone! 】

【Anchor, are you still alive?Anchor, come out and say something! 】

【Call the police!Call the police! ! ! ! ! 】

[What was that thing that raised the hammer just now, did you see clearly?Is it a zombie?Do you see the face clearly?Fuck, I was scared to death! 】

[Fuck, ghost!Ghost with a hammer!terrible!So fierce! 】

[I saw a ghost!Fuck!Subversion of outlook on life! 】

[The one holding the hammer is a zombie, right?Terrible too! 】

[Is it possible that it's not a ghost?The one with the hammer is the murderer, right?Did you kill the host?Could it be cannibals?That old man is also together...]

[The ghost's eyes in the back are green!Fuck, it's too scary!Anchor!Anchor!are you still there? 】

[I called the police!The police say they're on the move! 】

【That hammer is bigger than my head, it scared me to death!The ghost with the hammer is too scary! 】

[Fuck!demon!Murderer!Tan Shan's Giant Hammer Killer! 】

The barrage refreshes rapidly, and many of them can't be seen clearly, only a few keywords are repeated continuously:

hammer.

terror!

fierce!

Scared me!