It was still early, Bai Ji and I leaned against our respective bedsides to watch the live broadcast of 1308.

After all, he is an internet celebrity who is trying to sleep in a haunted house, and the number of viewers in the live broadcast room is nearly 100,000.

As for why he is so popular, he also has to say that he likes to be unrestrained during live broadcasts, quarrel against the sky, earth and air, so as to earn traffic and attract attention.

Heihong is also red, so there are some people who rushed to his live broadcast room to find a fight.

Of course, the biggest feature of Internet celebrities is that they can criticize their ancestors for the 18th generation, but they will not criticize those who give him rewards.

"Thank you to the sea view villa with a long tongue on the list. The name of the eldest brother is very particular. Let's thank you for your support. I will do whatever you ask me to do within half an hour from now on."

Xiaozhi was extremely attentive in the haunted house, and he was almost kneeling down to the top of the list.

There are many people in the comment section that give the first advice on the list, such as asking the anchor to dance striptease, and asking the anchor to drink his own foot washing water.

Something else was asked to take the anchor and scoop the water from the toilet to drink.

It's dirty and vulgar, and the comment section is really unsightly.

About two minutes later, the top brother finally spoke: "Then you just play a midnight game."

As far as I know, Midnight Game is a psychic game that is rarely circulated in China and is not as well-known as Pen Xian and Bloody Mary.

The reason why I know is that after I was having a haunted house to try to sleep, a client once asked me to play midnight games.

Before the Sicun and Fangxin Apartment happened, I did not believe in gods but feared gods. The psychic game would indeed bring some fun to the haunted house trial sleeping, but I did not broadcast live. It was harmful to me without any examples and would usually refuse.

At this time, the anchor of 1308 was short of his hand and even spoke, and he couldn't do it.

"Whatever the brother on the list says is what I say. Is my assistant in the live broadcast room? I will prepare the things quickly and deliver them to me later. Today I must satisfy my brother on the list."

The anchor finished speaking carelessly, and started a wave of midnight game trailer at 12 o'clock, and by the way, he praised the big brother and other rewards, and then started talking nonsense.

Bai Ji changed his position and lay on the bed, humming in his nasal tone: "Ha, this anchor is going to be in trouble."

"It's just a game, it's all a fool." I don't care. Although I'm afraid of ghosts and gods, the game is still a game, and the subconscious mind thinks it's all fake.

Bai Ji didn't answer my words, but just said to me carelessly: "Are you still not sleeping?"

I shouted silently in my heart: Brother, can I sleep in the same room as you?

I think so, but I can't say it out.

I had to find a reasonable excuse: "I want to wait twelve o'clock to watch the anchor play games."

I waited for two hours, and I was a little bored during this period. I listened to the live broadcast played by Bai Ji’s mobile phone and played a few games.

Unlucky three times kneeled, I looked at my watch and it was already half past eleven.

It seems that the anchor has prepared everything he needs and is waiting for the midnight game to start at twelve o'clock.

The number of people in the live broadcast room is nearly 200,000. I felt unbalanced when I looked at the amazing numbers and the continuous rewards.

I am also a haunted house test sleeper, and I gain both popularity and fame and fortune. But I am not bullshit. What I earn is money and what I sell my life. A business is only about a thousand yuan, so it’s really not worth it to think about it.

Bai Ji came out of the bathroom, and he held his cell phone and was still watching with relish.

The live broadcast room has already swept a wave of gifts, and the difference is 12 o'clock, and the live broadcast room is unprecedentedly lively.

Many people can't wait to see the game start. Barrage is flying all over the sky and occupying the entire screen. I have to turn off the barrage before I can see the anchor's face.

At 11:55, the game begins.

The anchor first wrote down his name on paper with a pen. He wrote the online name, which was immediately opposed by the top brother on the list.

"Written your real name."

The anchor was very unhappy, but he was very honest in his actions. After changing a piece of paper, he wrote down his real name: Fan Guangzhi.

Then he bit his finger hard and dripped a drop of blood on his name.

According to the rules of the game, he had to walk to the door with the paper with the name written on it, matches and candles.

So the anchor put the phone directly opposite the door and completed the remaining steps by himself.

Turn off all the lights in the room, light the candles with matches, the anchor puts the paper on the floor in front of the door, and then puts the candle on the paper. The last step before twelve o'clock is to knock on the door twenty-two times.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

I seemed to hear the knocking sound from outside the door, not from the mobile phone screen.

Everyone in the live broadcast room counted the number of knocks on the door together, and the anchor stopped moving.

There is still one minute to go before twelve o'clock.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the new day to come.

After a while, the time on the phone became zero or zero.

The anchor opened the door and quickly blew out the candle, then closed the door and lit it again.

The incident started at this second. The newly lit candle would go out after two seconds. After repeated trial three times, it still couldn't be lit.

"It's not good for the assistant to do business. I can't even light any broken candles I bought." The anchor complained, not yet realizing the seriousness of the matter.

I saw someone reminding him in the comments section.

"Maybe the ghost is here, anchor, don't you feel a little cold around you?"

"I read the introduction to the midnight game and the candles will blow out, which means that the midnight person has appeared."

"It's over, the anchor was blown away by a ghost."

"Run away now, stop lighting candles."

Unfortunately, the anchor didn't look at his phone at all, but squatted at the door and kept lighting candles.

Finally, after trying countless times, he gave up.

"This damn hotel, why did the heating suddenly stop? It's so cold." Without the light of the candles, the screen was pitch black, and I could only see the light of the corridor through the cracks in the door.

The anchor said to himself, and a rustling sound came. He probably was touching the light beside the wall and trying to turn it on.

But he touched it for a long time but couldn't touch the switch.

"It's strange, I remember the switch is in this part."

The best way now is to open the door and use the lights in the corridor to find the switch.

I held my breath and looked at the screen of my phone, and I felt like I was in the scene in an instant. Turning off the lights and checking the room like this almost every time I met in my sleep trial life. I still felt that I felt that others were like this.

It was as if I was in the dark and wanted to turn on the switch but couldn't touch it.

Most people will open the door first, and the anchor is no exception.

Just as he opened the door, the light became stronger and flashed by. I seemed to see a pair of feet hanging in the air at the door.

I thought it was because I was wrong, or the shadow of some item, but who knew that the people in the comment section started to browse the screen at the same time.

"Damn it, I'm scared my dad. Something just flashed across the door."

"A pair of feet."

"I saw a pair of feet at the door and it disappeared in an instant."

"Host run away, the ghost is here."

"Damn, I saw it too. I didn't see what it was. Where can I watch the replay?"

I subconsciously looked at the light above my head, but fortunately it was on.

"So still see?" Bai Ji reminded me again that he was sleeping, why did he nag like my mother?

"Is it a ghost here?" I almost forgot to be in the same room as Bai Ji when I watched this live broadcast.

Bai Ji nodded, got off the bed, and snatched the phone from me: "It's here, but it's time for you to go to bed."

After he finished speaking, he turned on the small light at the head of the bed and took my cell phone to turn off the headlight at the door: "The bathroom light is not turned off, I open the door, you can get up in the middle of the night to shine a little light."

I strongly condemn and protest his actions of confiscating his cell phone.

However, the protest was invalid. He had no intention of returning it to me, so he directly placed his phone on the head of the bedside.

I'm so angry.

"I don't go to the toilet in the middle of the night."

"Just in case." He took out his headphones and plugged them in, lay down on his back and looked at me, "Go to bed quickly."

The lonely man and the widow live together in the same room, and the beautiful woman sits on her side and is not confused.

How low is my charm? It can make Bai Ji turn a blind eye to me.

OK, I haven't sorted out what I feel about him anyway.

1308's live broadcast is on the pivotal moment, so I can't watch the follow-up, isn't this tormenting?

My eyes looked at my poor cell phone, gritting my teeth on the head of his bed.

Forget it, go to bed.

...

The next morning, I woke up naturally and opened my eyes.
To be continued...