It's exactly twelve o'clock in the evening.

Radio station first floor, studio.

"After dismembering Xiao Sun, the female ghost wearing human skin dismembered Xiao Sun's skin with a sharp knife. Her swordsmanship is exquisite. Every time she gently cuts her skin on the flesh, a layer of human skin as thin as a cicada's wings is cut off from the flesh. It is very complete and exquisite. For some reason, she likes to peel people's skin the most. Every time she cuts her knife, she is cautious, as if she is afraid of hurting her complete skin..."

"After peeling, she began to taste the delicious food in the world, as if she was gnawing on a big bone, regardless of the blood, biting her bite at a time, as if she was venting the hatred in her heart."

"[Horror Monday] murders have appeared again, and a stormy craze has been set off in this small city. Two people died in one night."

Ding Jie was doing a show alone in the studio on the first floor.

‘Lao Wang tells ghost stories’ has been redesigned to ‘Xiao Ding tells ghost stories’, but the time period and content have not changed.

It's still from ten o'clock in the evening to one half in the evening.

He has been talking for nearly two hours, and in another hour and a half, it will be over.

During the show, he was still a little uncomfortable at the beginning.

I used to do emotional programs, and I was really uncomfortable telling ghost stories all the time.

Fortunately, he has strong reaction ability on the spot, which has stabilized the situation on the show.

Among them, evening programs like this are basically equipped with an assistant, responsible for accepting calls from listeners.

But the station did not make any arrangements, as if it was "not welcome" Ding Jie.

Only Ding Jie was left alone in the show.

"Okay. The show is here, and you will have a five-minute break. The following is the call session for the audience. Please call us enthusiastically. Let Xiao Ding solve your problems."

Every hour of live broadcast, there is a call from the audience.

However, last hour, Ding Jie didn't do this part because of the lack of an assistant.

It took two hours to talk about it, and I am a little tired now.

Just take this reason to take a break.

"Lingling--"

Soon, a phone call came in.

Answer.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Ding. Can anyone help you?"

"Old Wang? Why is the next door of our beloved Lao Wang gone? Did something happen to him last night when he told a ghost story? We all heard the rumors that Lao Wang was dead. Xiao Ding, tell me, did Lao Wang die while doing the show?"

"Sorry, I can't answer your question. Please invite the next listener to the online."

Regarding the cause of the death of "Lao Wang next door", the Taiwanese repeatedly emphasized that it is not allowed to be rumored.

Ding Jie could never say that, so she had to say perfunctory and hung up and answer the next call.

Fortunately, this show is popular enough and there are many listeners calling.

"Xiao Ding. I... I just heard footsteps when I was listening to your show? Are there anyone else in your studio? It's very similar to the footsteps last night."

"Are you sure there is?"

"Yes, Xiao Ding, you'd better be careful!"

Hang up.

It was the other party who hung up.

Are there footsteps in the studio?

Why didn't he sense it?

Is this a prank?

Be careful at the end, what does it mean?

Ding Jie was a little scared...

Fortunately, his attributes have doubled now, and he has martial arts moves of Nine Yang True Qi and Nine Yang Divine Art.

As the saying goes, a skilled person is brave.

Once you have a courage, you will eliminate most of the fear in your heart.

Two hours ago, Ding Jie took the opportunity to try martial arts and his power.

I have to say it's very powerful.

With one palm, he slapped the marble floor with an inch deep palm print.

Not to mention that it exceeds the limits of human beings, but it is definitely much stronger for ordinary people.

Fortunately, he went to the basement to do a 'strength test'.

There is basically no one going there, let alone cameras.

Even if a palm print appeared on the marble floor, no one could find it.

Soon, Ding Jie answered another online call.

"Hello. I am Xiao Ding."

"Xiao Ding, I am a taxi driver. A taxi driver who specializes in night shifts is my work time from 11:00 to 5:00 the next morning. You should know that taxi drivers like us who run night trains sometimes encounter some weird things. Just three days ago, I encountered such a particularly weird thing. In the Wanda Plaza in the city center, I picked up a female passenger wearing white clothes all over her body. Because she looks good, I couldn't help but take a few more glances. Another person in my sports car is used to, that is, the light in the car is not in the car. At that time, the light in the car was very dark, and I didn't see her appearance very clearly, but I just felt that her eyes were a little different, very bright, and it was very green, and it looked very good."

"She said she wanted to go to the suburbs. The distance was very far. In the north city, she was almost at the barren mountain. But I still took the order because I had too much money."

"But halfway through, I felt something was wrong. Because I went to the deserted mountains in Beicheng, there was no residential community, but this girl insisted that her family lived there. Later, I remembered that there was a cemetery in Beicheng, which was in a generally consistent position with the girl in the car. At that time, I was very scared. What did a big girl do in the cemetery at night? Her family was in the cemetery?"

"Wait until I look back, guess what? The girl in the back seat of the car was staring at me with her eyes. Her tiger teeth were very long..."

"I was almost scared to death. I said I didn't dare to pull this girl anymore, so I asked her to get out of the car, so I didn't want to. I said I couldn't go down again, so I called the police. You know, there was a one-click call in our taxi. Soon, the girl got off the car and waited for her to get off the car, and I couldn't wait to run away. I stepped on the accelerator hard... Waiting for the car to run out dozens of meters away, I dared to look at the girl from the rearview mirror. But... she was gone..."

"Xiao Ding, what should I do?"

"Am I being entangled by a ghost?"

"The more I go home these days, the more I think about it, the more I think about it, is that girl a female ghost?"

wtf?

Show off your skills?

Here comes the ghost story?

Ding Jie was a little confused, but the tone of the taxi driver when he spoke seemed to be not a lie.

"Uncle, you're thinking too much. It's the 21st century now, there are no ghosts, you're just psychological. I suggest you go and take a look..."

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Just as Ding Jie was about to explain, the door rang.

It seems that someone is knocking on the door outside.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

"Who is it? Who is outside?"

No sound.

No one answered?

It came very suddenly.

When doing the show, there is a knock on the door?

Who came to Taiwan tonight?

"Xiao Ding?"

"Oh. Uncle, don't be afraid, there are no ghosts. When it's okay, listen to our programs more and give them courage and you won't be afraid of anything."

Ding Jie quickly hung up the online call and focused all her attention on the studio door.

Because it's not knocking on the door now.

Instead, it was hitting the door, violently hitting the door.

What a familiar feeling.

No one answered, just hitting the door violently.
Chapter completed!