The bright white light was fixed on the surface of the wood, and only five vague scratches could be seen peeling off the decayed, dark yellow wood chips.
Ah Hong tilted her head slightly and gently touched the rough wood marks with her fingers.
Decades later, some traces can still be seen vaguely, which shows how hard the owner of the scratches was at that time.
suddenly.
"A Hong, what are you looking at?"
Awen's voice came from behind.
He bit the bread and came closer. After looking at it for a long time, he could tell that there were five scratches. He was surprised: "It is indeed the residence of a big boss. At first glance, it is extremely precious wood. It has not completely decayed after decades."
"..."
Ah Hong glanced at Awen strangely, but she didn't expect that his focus was on the wood.
"By the way, Ah Hong, I didn't realize you were so brave. I don't think you are afraid at all."
Awen was a little curious.
A Hong held up the phone and took a photo of her chin, her face turned pale, and she said with a smile, "Are you scared?"
"Afraid?"
Awen raised his eyebrows and smiled openly:
"This is simply paradise, okay? It's a pity that today's live broadcast is only effective once, and it will be boring to come again next time!"
Ahong smiled.
She thought of a saying, people die for money and birds die for food.
"Pack your things and get ready, we have to continue working."
Ah Wen swallowed the bread in his mouth and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly stopped, looked at Ah Hong, blinked and said:
"Hiss... you seem a little different today."
"What's the difference?"
"Well, hair! Your hair is different. Did you dye it red again this afternoon? But this color really suits you. You live up to your name!"
"Thank you, Brother Wen."
Ah Hong squinted her eyes slightly and looked at the back of Awen talking with the cameraman with a smile, and the smile on her lips became deeper.
the other side.
"After a while, as previously arranged, quietly turn on the music and turn it off again after two minutes."
Awen ordered softly.
Assistant Xiao Cai nodded. She held the remote control in her hand. As soon as she pressed it, the music box arranged on the fourth floor would start.
At that time, the atmosphere of fear reached its peak.
The navy was dispatched and the live broadcast room was blocked.
It will be broadcast tomorrow to consolidate its popularity and reach a new high!
One word, absolutely!
"Fat man!"
"Okay, don't worry, everyone, Brother Wen is not coming back."
Xiaopang gestured to Awen, indicating that his popularity was still rising.
"Brothers and sisters, Awen is back. He just went to take a drink of water. He kept talking and it made my mouth dry."
Awen burst out laughing.
"Just now Xiaopang took everyone to explore the third floor. I saw a brother saying that there is nothing to be afraid of at all. It's just that the place is a little dark."
When he said this, the expression on his face suddenly became a little mysterious, and then he said: "What a big mistake! Just now, your brother Wen found a very important clue, everyone, come and see!"
The camera suddenly turned.
He went straight to the location of the wooden cabinet just now, and the camera zoomed in on the blurry scratches.
"Look, everyone, at first glance it doesn't seem like a big deal, but if you take a closer look, it looks like the marks made by five fingers. It's profound and cannot be copied."
Awen lowered his voice and stretched out his five fingers to trace on the marks.
The live broadcast room immediately exploded.
Excitedly, thinking about it with fear.
The comments at this time were all discussing what the owner of the scratches had gone through.
As Awen said, these five vague finger scratches cannot be imitated. And someone on the barrage has already told the truth, that is, whether she is Wan Xiong's daughter.
At this moment, Awen's voice continued to come.
The camera slowly moves across the dirty and muddy floor.
"Everyone thinks about it, Wan Xiong's daughter fell down from the sixth floor and died. Now that we have found clues about that year, maybe there are still some clues left upstairs, so let Awen lead everyone...
"Go closer and see what happened!"
As he said this, the camera moved slowly with the footsteps, and the live broadcast team continued to move to the third floor.
The cameraman in the middle also held up his mobile phone and pointed it at Awen's back.
He specializes in editing. After a while, the live broadcast room was blocked. What he had in hand was the remaining live broadcast material, which could set off a huge traffic storm on major short video platforms.
Xiaopang walked in front of Ah Hong, smiling at her from time to time that he thought he was handsome.
Ah Hong flipped her hair and smiled at him.
This can make little fat girl excited.
I never thought that Ah Hong could be so feminine. Could this be love?
When he was distracted, his toes hit the edge of the steps, and his huge body was about to pounce forward. Fortunately, Xiaopang grabbed the handrail next to him in time to stabilize his body.
Make a fool of yourself!
He turned around and smiled awkwardly, but when he turned his head, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye, and his round cheeks immediately froze.
I felt an extremely cold electric current rushing through my body, arousing goosebumps all over my body. I turned my head slightly and looked downstairs!
Spiral staircase.
First floor.
There is a pale face looking up!
"ah!!!"
The high-decibel screams of fear and terror resounded throughout the old building and spread far and wide.
The little fat man staggered and fell back, his back pressed against the wall. If Xiao Hong hadn't helped him up, he would have rolled down.
Just this action made the entire staircase wail instantly, and a large amount of dust shook and fell, giving people the feeling that it would collapse in the next second.
"Fuck, fat man, what are you doing?"
Awen could no longer control his temper this time. He didn't even turn off the sound in the live broadcast room and directly cursed angrily.
At this moment, he was thinking about discussing with the company when he went back whether he should let this damn fat guy get out of here. He didn't help anything tonight and kept adding trouble.
You must know that this is an old building that is decades old. Even if it was built at a huge price, it cannot change its decaying nature.
If it had collapsed just now, we would really have to rely on the brothers in the live broadcast room to call for rescue.
"Yes, there is someone..."
The little fat man was crying with a sad face and his voice was shaking violently.
"Why is there anyone?"
Awen frowned, looking impatient, and directly pointed the phone camera at Xiaopang. His embarrassed and frightened fat face appeared in front of countless people, and said bluntly: "Speak clearly."
"I just saw a face downstairs."
As soon as these words came out, the stairwell fell into dead silence.
Even the live broadcast room was a little sluggish, and then countless barrage flashed across the palm of my hand.
Awen's face was a little stiff, he twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled a little forcedly: "Little Fatty, this joke is not funny."
"I didn't lie to you! If I hadn't been scared, could I have done this?"
Xiaopang still felt that his heart was beating violently like a drum. Hearing that his old partner Awen still didn't believe him, his tone couldn't help but sound a little crying.
At this time, Awen didn't care about the live broadcast effect. He glanced at everyone's faces, swallowed his dry mouth and vomited, tilted his body slightly, and looked down the stairs.
It was pitch dark and nothing could be seen clearly.
I turned on the flashlight again and looked down, only to see the spiraling stairs going down.
"Little Fatty, you have no face!"
Awen opened and closed his palms nervously. He had been partnering with Fatty for several years, and he knew Fatty's character best. It was impossible for such a boring lie to come out of his mouth, which meant that he really saw it.