"These big anchors are really rich!" Lu Yiming sighed in his heart.

Some local tyrants who gave large rewards were simply trusted. The gentry’s money was returned in full, and the people’s money was 30% or 70% of the money. This rule has never changed throughout the ages.

There are four Internet devices on the anchor Li Jun, two of which are being used in live broadcasts, and two of them are lying in the backpack.

Lu Yiming's idea was successfully possessed and observed outside through the camera that came with his mobile phone.

It's indeed a stairwell.

The scenes taken are consistent with those on the live broadcast platform...

There seems to be no cheating.

For a while, I couldn't tell the reason, except for the environment being a little darker... It seems that it was a bit too dark...

Lu Yiming felt something was wrong.

At this moment, anchor Li Jun has successfully intimidated the audience many times, and his assistant has also evacuated safely from his side without revealing the situation.

He was quite satisfied with the performance.

I felt a little sweat on my forehead, and I had performed in the dark and closed stairwell for so long, and I always felt some instinctive psychological pressure.

Suddenly, Li Jun's heart suddenly jumped, and cold sweat suddenly emerged.

This is a bit indescribable, as if it was an eye in the dark, staring at me.

According to the content in the script, after catching the ghost, the stairwell should have been restored to light, why is it getting darker and darker...

"Is the property owner here to make trouble again?"

He walked downstairs.

Those who do this business are either pure materialist or superstitiously over-the-top. He took a few breaths and suddenly found that the place he was in was quiet and terrible, without the sound of motors of cars on the road, and even the sound of insects disappeared.

I shine a flashlight in front of me, and a gray fog rose around me, and the beam of light could only shine for more than ten meters in a dark environment.

He cursed: "It's so damn dark."

After another step, the floor made a "creaking" sound, and a rotten smell of wood at the tip of his nose.

Li Jun looked at the soles of his feet with a little hesitation. There was a layer of brown-red wooden floor below.

He was so excited that he turned into a wooden staircase?

How is that possible?

"Does the anchor live on the high-rise building? He has walked many floors down, right? I counted over and walked down 16 floors."

“There is nothing strange about the 16th floor. My family lives on the 28th floor.”

"It's so dark, a classic horror scene. If a skull appears in front of the camera, it's a masterpiece."

Looking at these barrage, Li Jun was worried for no reason. His family lives on the 13th floor, how could he walk down the 16th floor?

Moreover, the stairwell was indeed a little terrifying, with no sound except his own breathing.

Thinking of... a niche forum I browsed today, is it the one described above...

Is it true?

Li Jun swallowed, and his heart beat faster.

He was already panicked.

He took out his cell phone and glanced at it quickly, and saw his assistant sending a large number of text messages.

[Boss, where is your person? The lights in the building have already lit up. When will the next script start? Or is it like this today, can you rest? My sister-in-law asks me for something.]

[Boss, where are you? Where did you go? Please reply if you have time.]

I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the audience in the live broadcast room also saw these text messages. The barrage that was originally a bit scarce suddenly became noisy again.

“666, this scene is very 6!”

"It turns out that the ones just now were all fake, which scared me! I said how could there be really ghosts in the world?"

"You were wrong. They were all appetizers just now. The real horror is now officially staged. Don't miss it if you pass by!"

"He has been pulled into a strange space by ghosts, and the good show has officially begun."

Even Lu Yiming, who was possessed by his phone, was a little confused. Is this guy acting?

Did your acting suddenly explode?

He has confirmed through the chat records on his mobile phone that the white shadow just now, the lights are off and other performances, which are arranged scripts, not really supernatural phenomena.

But at this moment, I was a little uncertain.

Looking out through the night mode of the mobile phone, this place is indeed a bit strange. Not only does the stairs turn into wooden stairs, but black mold grows on the bumpy walls, and a cold and humid atmosphere is filled with the air.

However, the external perception of mobile phones is different from that of humans.

This idea can be seen and heard through the functions of the mobile phone itself, but cannot feel the temperature outside. This feeling is like watching TV, and naturally it does not cause too much fear.

But when he saw these text messages, Li Jun's pupils quickly magnified. He no longer paid attention to the live broadcast and quickly called: "Hey, Xiao Guo, turn on the lights for me! I'm still dark here, what's going on?!"

"Boss, the lights have been turned on long ago, and the whole building is brightly lit!" The assistant was also a little panicked, "If you don't turn on the lights, the property management will definitely be scolding."

"How is it possible? I'm still black here!"

"I'll check it!" the assistant said in a panic.

The sound of running "dongdongdongdongdong" came from the phone.

The assistant spent a few minutes climbing all the floors and said breathlessly: "Boss, the lights on every floor are turned on. Where are you? I didn't see them."

"You didn't lie to me?" Li Jun roared at the phone, "Fuck, where is this?"

"How could I lie to you? The lights are really on!"

Perhaps because of the good cooperation between expression and tone, the popularity of the live broadcast has become higher and higher, and various gifts have been continuously taken away, and some young ladies who dance and sing have even snatched away the popularity of some dancing and singing girls.

A chill rose in my heart!

Life is about to be gone, what's the use of money? Li Jun has completely fallen into panic.

He took a deep breath, turned upstairs, trying to return the same way.

"Boss, there is something I want to tell you..." The assistant suddenly thought of something.

"What's up?"

"That... can you pay the salary last month? If you die..."

"Fuck!!" Li Jun hung up the phone angrily. Isn't this cursing him to death?

Soon, everyone in the live broadcast room heard a very subtle scream.

"Save me...save me...save me!"

The crying sound was very slight at first, but as time passed, one louder and another, even Lu Yiming, who was possessed by his phone, felt a little numb.

He is now a little convinced that the anchor was involved in a truly supernatural event...

It is impossible to act so realistically.

It’s just a pity that Lu Yiming didn’t know what to do. His current state was just a thought.

Nothing can be done except observe silently.

The barrage is still afraid that the world will not be in chaos: "You can't walk upwards, there is something upstairs!"

"Or go up and take a look? Fight with it!"

"Don't you have the evil-proof Buddhist beads? What's the coward?"

"Fuck him!"

"Save me...save me!"

The voice was getting closer and closer. Li Jun's face looked ferocious, and the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging one by one, and he kept chanting "Amitabha".

He knew how much he was.

You can't continue climbing up, otherwise you may encounter that damn source of sound!

"Call the police, yes, call the police!" Li Jun licked his dry lips, and pressed the screen a few times with his fingers tremblingly.

"Di, di-hee, hello?"

“…what, you met…”

"We can't handle this matter (helpless)..."

(Li Jun's hysterical roar)

"(Helpless)...You calm down. If you live in any community, we will send someone to see... Don't panic first, calm down. OK, we will definitely send someone here."

The operator just felt a little confused, but he could not tell everything.

Not recording is a violation of discipline. The superior emphasized that even some trivial matters must be remembered on the computer, and she does not want to be criticized afterwards.

After hanging up the phone, Li Jun still felt no sense of security.
To be continued...