I saw the countdown to their death

There are now [-] people in the live broadcast room, which is quite satisfactory for a million anchors, after all, the climax of the plot has not yet been reached.

"Okay, don't look at it, let's go around, first go to the backyard to find the director and operations, wait for them to come in and go around behind them."

Hojo Satoru withdrew his gaze, and said to Tsukimi: "They are all wearing earphones, Mr. Shinomiya should be in the car to direct."

He looked up at the pitch-black ceiling, and Murakami Kohei, the field controller and prop, was already in place, and they would start playing pranks when they came in.

"Slightly warn them not to go too far, I have a hunch that soon..."

"here we go."

Tsukimi, who was staring at the screen, interrupted Hojo Satoru, with an intriguing smile on his face, "Hey, you're very courageous."

"Very courageous..."

Hojo Satoru looked at the screen again. In the screen, Takasaki Hayabusa was telling horror stories about these sculptures in the vestibule garden, and his voice fell silent as he spoke.

I saw Kuno Ryunosuke and Ishijima Kentaro, wearing T-shirts and holding a bright flashlight, walking towards a sculpture.The two of them were humming and swearing, talking trash that insulted the ghost, and then...

"boom!"

Hearing a muffled sound, Huang Mao raised his club and smashed it at the only intact sculpture with only one broken arm.

Then, the head of the sculpture was separated from the neck, and rolled to the feet of Kentaro Hongmaishijima with a 'gulu gulu'.

The barrage exploded, most of them scolded these two people, and some of them swiped the screen with apologies such as "evil spirits retreat" and "please forgive me".

Everyone in the picture seemed to be frightened by the sudden actions of these two people, and no one stopped them immediately. Then, an even more outrageous scene appeared.

The yellow-haired Kuno Ryunosuke turned on the flashlight, the red-haired Kentaro Ishishima turned his back to the screen, and then took off his pants... Then, a clear water column flew down from between his legs, directly washing the head of the sculpture on the grass head over...

While washing his hair, he also let out a wretched laugh, saying that there are no ghosts in this world, and if there are ghosts, come and try my uncle's skills and so on.

Hojo Satoru was dumbfounded, and Tsukimi Ri also widened his eyes, as if he didn't understand why this super vulgar picture hadn't been banned by the management yet.

"You bastard!"

At this time, someone finally reacted. The justice anchor Takasaki Hayabusa stood up. He seemed to be so angry that he lost his mind.

But in the next second, his movement of waving his fist suddenly stopped, and the red hair suddenly turned around. He didn't take off his pants to release water, but squeezed a sports drink with a special nozzle on it.

The screen of the mobile phone is spent...

All kinds of gifts and likes covered the live broadcast, and Takasaki Falcon issued a stern warning and asked them to leave immediately.

And the golden retriever and the red retriever crossed their shoulders and walked towards the villa nonchalantly, saying that this is not your territory, so why listen to you and so on.

Well, the setting of the two people is that they met by chance in Wakasa Town. They heard that the anchor was coming to spend the night, and they said they wanted to come and see it too, having nothing to do.

No wonder it wasn't blocked, it turned out to be a routine, this script was written...

"Clap clap clap..."

"Good! Great script!"

Hojo Satoru clapped his hands vigorously, "Damn!"

My cabinet moved, I stopped writing

Writing a supernatural chapter with the lights off in the middle of the night, this chapter just feels a little bit.

The room is heated, but it feels a bit cold...

I was alone at home today, and suddenly felt inexplicably lively, I couldn’t help but want to look back at sfdhba

Grass mud horse, this is the first time I write a supernatural chapter, is this kind of plot so good?

Fuck, my cabinet moved, I won’t write tonight, I will write tomorrow during the day.