Chapter 20 The sudden appearance of the mourning hall
By night, Wang Qi had accumulated a lot of material that could be discussed during the evening live broadcast.
I also walked around the shabby house where the gambler lived.
The place is located on the edge of the town, built next to a road.
It turned out to be a roadside kiosk, and you can still see the abandoned signboard.
There are not many residences around, and the few houses here and there are all in darkness and have moved away long ago.
The broken house was not locked, so Wang Qi went inside to take a look. After all, he was going to live broadcast here at night, so he had to survey the environment first.
I saw it was empty inside, with only a few pieces of furniture, and the floor was in a mess.
"Gambling hurts people." Wang Qi couldn't help but sigh.
After it got dark, they had dinner at the landlady's place and then came to the dilapidated house.
Wang Qi took out the selfie stick from the space and handed it to Lao Chen while the three of them were not paying attention.
The selfie stick has been upgraded with a camera that can be used as a video camera. From now on, Lao Chen will be in charge of shooting in the team.
Xiao Gao also took out a tablet computer to work. He is Wang Qi's live broadcast room manager and is responsible for maintaining order in the live broadcast room.
The broadcast was officially launched, and Wang Qi took Linlin, a beautiful tool man, into the camera.
"Hello, family members. This is the live broadcast room of Atheist Xiaoqi's paranormal event identification. Welcome everyone to watch today's live broadcast on time. Now, I am in Lushui Town, Qingling City. It is rumored that there have been supernatural events here recently where people gamble on ghosts and gamble on their lives.
Today we will reveal the secret of this incident..."
After the opening remarks, Wang Qi solemnly introduced the tool people around him.
"Linlin will also live broadcast with me today to explore the secrets behind this supernatural incident."
Linlin smiled and waved to the live broadcast camera, saying hello sweetly.
The live broadcast room immediately became active.
"Did Linlin also join Xiaoqi's live broadcast? So beautiful! Give me a reward first!"
"I'm from Lushui Town. The supernatural incidents of gambling on ghosts and people's lives have been spread all over our place. Is the anchor going to come to popularize science?"
“Check in for Xiaoqi’s third live broadcast!”
Wang Qi glanced at the tablet in Xiao Gao's hand and smiled in his heart.
There were a lot of rewards from the beginning, Linlin is really easy to use...
He sang along with Linlin to adjust the atmosphere in the live broadcast room, and then went straight to the topic and told the audience in the live broadcast room about the specific incident of gambling with ghosts and gambling on one's life.
At the same time, Wang Qi also took the live broadcast room and walked towards the broken house.
"This is the dilapidated house where the supernatural incident occurred. We will stay here tonight to see how Liu Si faked his corpse and came back to life!" With that said, Wang Qi walked over and opened the door, took out his flashlight and took a photo inside.
He also did not forget to spread positive energy in the live broadcast room.
"Family members, let's not talk about supernatural incidents. Liu Si has learned a painful lesson. You must not gamble. Look at where he lived. He was alone until his death. He didn't even have a vigil..."
Just as he said this, the flashlight in Wang Qi's hand illuminated the entire room, and his voice suddenly stopped.
The dilapidated and empty house was filled with the smell of decay.
On the wall opposite the door, there is a black and white photo of the deceased.
White silk mourning flags were hung on both sides, and wreaths were placed.
The ground was littered with paper money and banknotes.
It is clearly a mourning hall.
But Wang Qi and the others came here in the afternoon, and the room was still messy and empty at that time!
On the portrait, a man with a thin face and sly eyes looked directly at the live broadcast team who walked in...
"Didn't the anchor just say that there was no one to keep vigil after Liu Si's death? So what's going on in the mourning hall?"
"Damn, this is too scary!"
"Do you feel that the man in the portrait is alive and looking directly at us?"
When the camera illuminated the mourning hall layout in the dilapidated house, people immediately went crazy and started posting messages.
After all, Wang Qi was just saying that after Liu Si died, he was alone and had to be buried hastily without even a place to keep his body. But now there is a mourning hall here.
At this time, they heard Wang Qi's extremely confused voice.
"It's strange. We visited here in the afternoon, and it was clear that there was no such mourning hall at that time..."
Good guy!
It turns out that this mourning hall suddenly appeared at night!
"Anchor, it seems there is really a ghost this time!"
"real or fake?"
"Xiao Qi, if you encounter such evil things, it's better not to broadcast live!"
"The anchor didn't arrange it deliberately to scare us, right?"
A series of barrages quickly filled the live broadcast room.
Because Wang Qi has just started broadcasting, there are more than 40,000 viewers in the live broadcast room.
Of course, this number is calculated by the live broadcast platform, and there must be some moisture in it.
But no matter what, if it were other anchors, with this small number of people, there wouldn't be many people posting barrages.
However, the number of barrages in Wang Qi's live broadcast room has always been explosive.
If nothing else, this level of participation is definitely unmatched by other small and medium-sized anchors.
Wang Qi looked a little solemn. He scanned the room and found the light switch. He turned it on, and the dim light filled the room.
Xiao Gao, Lin Lin, and Lao Chen quietly exchanged glances.
They were also frightened by this mourning hall.
As a professional exorcist, even though they are new, they have seen a lot of weird and supernatural things, but this mourning hall is still difficult to explain with the supernatural phenomena they know...
They all looked at Wang Qi, wondering how Wang Qi would explain this phenomenon.
Wang Qi squatted down, picked up Zhang Ming's notes from the ground, looked at them in his hand, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"So that's it!"
He figured out what was going on.
"Family members, this is not a supernatural phenomenon. It's clear that someone is pretending to be a ghost to scare us." Wang Qi smiled and took the ghost banknotes in his hand to the camera. "Look, this banknote is still new. It must have just been
Bought soon!"
Then Wang Qi found a series of other evidence.
The hanging mourning flags, the wreaths placed, and the portrait were all obviously new.
Someone just put it here this afternoon!
There were many more footprints on the ground.
"This wreath still smells of fresh paint, right? It just left the factory, right?" Wang Qi also said to the audience in the live broadcast room when he came up to a wreath and smelled it.
Someone in the live broadcast room immediately asked: "There are no funeral supplies that are not new, right?"
These things are all burned after use, okay?
"There is only one truth!"
Wang Qi straightened his voice: "Someone knew that we were going to come here to broadcast live in the evening. They arranged this mourning hall after we came here in the afternoon to scare us."
"What an ulterior motive." Wang Qi sighed.
He even guessed in his heart that the guy who was manipulating this mourning hall might be that boy Zhou Cheng?
Zhou Cheng may have had bad intentions when he asked him to come back to do a popular science live broadcast. After all, he knew what kind of virtue this boy had, and he even showed it off to him in the afternoon. After feeling frustrated, he looked back and felt angry when he thought about it, so he deliberately arranged it like this.
As soon as it comes out...
Haha, Zhou Cheng, you are really good at playing!
Wang Qi also smiled at the camera.
At this time, Zhou Cheng had dinner, was sitting on the sofa with a cigarette, poured a glass of wine, and took out his mobile phone to watch Wang Qi's live broadcast.
He wanted to see how his old classmate was doing live streaming.
As a result, as soon as he saw the beginning, Zhou Cheng couldn't sit still.
My whole body was trembling and I couldn't even hold my cigarette steady.
"Damn it, this is too scary, how did the mourning hall come about..."