Su Yuan got on the car of unknown origin, and the vehicle started slowly and drove forward.
In the car, he could roughly see the appearance of these young people. Generally speaking, Su Yuan felt like they were a group of college students.
In fact, Su Yuan's guess was not wrong. These people were indeed students from a certain university. They formed such a ghost-detecting group because of their hobbies. Although they were just formed for fun at first, they just accidentally met each other.
Yes, on the contrary, it really attracted a lot of fans, so we simply started such a live broadcast regularly.
There wasn't that much of a barrier between young people. After chatting for a few words, they quickly became familiar with each other. Although Su Yuan said he dressed a little weird, the conversation was still normal.
The driver is Wang Ming, who is responsible for logistics. His main job in this small team is to rent equipment and pick up and drop off team members.
The two girls at the back are named Zhang Xiuxiu and Song Xiaomeng. They are the hosts responsible for the live broadcast. There is a technical geek named Gao Song who is responsible for post-production, and the one carrying the camera is Zhang Liang.
The five people formed a small team. I don't know if they were crazy or just accustomed to it. They only asked a few questions about Su Yuan's dressing up and then fooled them.
But in the end, it was because we were not too familiar with each other, so we quickly couldn’t find the topic of conversation, and the atmosphere in the car was a little awkward for a while.
The man driving the car said, "Um...do you mind if I play some radio?"
"Of course, you can do whatever you want, I have no influence on it."
Su Yuan said indifferently.
These people were a little strange. After he got in the car, they didn't tell him where they were going, nor did they ask him where he was going. They just kept driving along the road as if there was no destination.
Moreover, Su Yuan also tried signing in. These people were not ghosts, but they gave people a very strange feeling.
So he kept silent, wanting to see what kind of medicine these people were selling.
"Hiss...hiss..."
The radio in the car was turned on, and along with the sound of electric friction and snowflakes, a slightly cold male voice sounded.
"Welcome to "Midnight Ghost Story Program", I am your old friend... A Ming, the night is very dark tonight, the night is dark and windy, it is the time to tell ghost stories..."
As if he was worried that Su Yuan would be scared, Wang Ming said with a little embarrassment: "Hahaha, brother, it should be okay to listen to ghost stories, right? To be honest, that's all we can do."
"I don't have anything to say, just listen." Su Yuan said nonchalantly: "But as the saying goes, you don't talk about ghosts in the middle of the night. If you listen to ghost stories at night, what if a real ghost is attracted to you?"
"Ha, don't be ridiculous, there are no ghosts in this world!"
Obviously, these people didn't take it seriously, especially the girls in the back seat, who were even more amused.
"If there really is a ghost, and we have gone to so many places with rumors of being haunted for filming, then we would have been haunted by the ghost a long time ago."
Su Yuan smiled and couldn't deny it. At this time, the eerie story-telling voice also came from the radio.
"Today, the story we are going to tell is the story of a midnight hitchhiker."
"There were a few young people who, because of their hobbies, formed a small group for live streaming of spirit exploration. One day, on their way back after the live broadcast of spirit exploration, they encountered a man in a blue robe with a strange figure.
man..."
Su Yuan: “…”
Wang Ming: “…”
other people:"………"
Good guy, isn’t this about me?
I have to admit that this gloomy tone and the environment are perfectly combined, and the impact caused is indeed not small.
Along with a seemingly inexplicable coldness, the car became increasingly silent.
Even the whispers of the girls in the back seat stopped. For a moment, the atmosphere in the car was eerily silent.
Especially Wang Ming's heart, which was almost in his throat at this time. He only felt that the extremely quiet atmosphere at this time made it difficult for him to breathe.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Zhang Liang's laughter came from behind, seeming to ease the awkwardness of this atmosphere.
Of course, the main purpose should be to relieve the depression on this kind of vehicle.
But Su Yuan did not say anything, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.
The light reflected from nowhere outside the car window shone on his slightly pale face, flickering brightly and dimly, which indeed gave people a terrifying and cold feeling.
However,
at this time,
Su Yuan saw a hand and slowly reached over.
Wang Ming extended his hand to himself.
Su Yuan glanced at him strangely and found that his eyes were staring straight ahead, his face seemed a little pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his stretched out hand was trembling, as if he was extremely nervous.
"What are you going to do?"
As I remembered Su Yuan's faint voice, I could clearly feel a sudden brake.
At this time, the radio also said eerily:
"The young people driving the car noticed something was wrong, so they wanted to verify it. According to old legend, ghosts have no body temperature, no heartbeat, and no shadow. So the man driving the car wanted to verify it. He stretched out his hand towards the person
Got it..."
Hearing this, Wang Ming retracted his hand in embarrassment.
"Ahaha... I'm just kidding you."
For a while, the car fell into a quiet atmosphere again.
Su Yuan only found it a little funny: "Don't you guys not believe this?"
"...it's still somewhat taboo."
Facing the somewhat evasive look, Su Yuan stretched out his hand wordlessly: "Then touch it and see if there is any body temperature."
"I'm sorry......"
After saying that, Wang Ming stretched out a hand and touched Su Yuan's ghost hand. He immediately retracted his hand in shock, with fear on his face.
Because the hand was so cold, it felt like a piece of ice. It didn't look like a human hand at all, but rather like a dead person.
Stiff and cold.
This is actually Chu Renmei's ghost hand. It's not surprising at all to feel this way.
Because this itself is a pair of hands belonging to a fierce ghost.
"How was it? Do you want to try again?"
"No...no need to try..."
Listening to Su Yuan's somewhat gloomy voice, Wang Ming's face was full of fear, and he turned off the radio station in a hurry, fearing that the radio station would tell some horrific plot, and then what happened to the next few people would be revealed.
Just like what the radio said.
"Since we don't want to try anymore, why are we still hesitating? Let's drive!" Su Yuan said with a straight face as he glared.