Shi Ying picked up her mobile phone, opened the live broadcast, ignored the live broadcast page on her mobile phone, and started eating seriously. Under Shi Ying's threat of a strike, the irritable boss promised her a meal allowance of 100 yuan, but Shi Ying was not polite.
, after some calculation, I just spent the one hundred yuan.
One hundred yuan was not much, and given the slightly expensive prices in the hotel, Shi Ying only ordered a portion of fried noodles, a plate of green vegetables, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.
But she does feel very hungry. This may be because she can only inhale incense every day in the dungeon, and her mental thirst for food is greater than her physical hunger. It may also be because this dungeon's body has not eaten well before, and Shi Ying can only eat one meal, one dish, and one soup.
good smell.
"Isn't it a Haunted House live broadcast? Why is the anchor eating something instead of a food broadcast?" A barrage floated by.
Shi Ying was eating seriously and didn't see it.
"Where is the anchor from? There's no spicy food on it, it doesn't look delicious." Another barrage floated by.
Shi Ying was immersed in eating and didn't see it.
"Is this the murder scene in the hotel that was announced yesterday? Sister Shi, hurry up and eat. Let us see the room after eating." This barrage should have been posted by a fan, but Shi Ying still didn't see it.
"Fuck me, did you see the black shadow that just passed by? Is it a live broadcast effect or did I see it wrong?"
"I, I, I saw it too ah ah ah"
"Anchor, please stop eating it and get up and explain what it is."
"There's a dark shadow somewhere. You must have seen it wrong. I didn't see anything."
"Wealthy, strong, civilized and immune to all evil, the Supreme Lord is as urgent as the law."
…
Shi Ying finally had enough to eat and drink, put away the dinner plate and turned her eyes to the mobile phone on the stand.
This account has a certain fan base. When she started the live broadcast, she did not operate but kept eating. There were more than 200 people watching online. Shi Ying looked through the barrage records and learned that she had just eaten.
There was a strange black shadow floating by, and she raised her eyebrows but remained silent.
Looking further forward, I saw a fan talking about the trailer, and I started to make speculations in my mind.
Shi Ying turned the page back to the live broadcast interface, lowered her voice to the screen and said: "Good evening everyone, I am your Haunted House anchor hour. I just arrived at this hotel and had to dine in the room due to time constraints, but I just ate
At that time, I had a very strange feeling..."
At this point, she paused to create some artificial suspense, and then continued to say mysteriously: "I also saw everyone's barrage, and I don't know what that black shadow is, but this room gave me a very uncomfortable feeling.
Okay, is it..." Shi Ying had an unpredictable expression on his face and quickly unloaded the video on his hand.
In the eyes of the audience, just as she was mid-sentence, the live broadcast room suddenly closed, and the fan base on the platform instantly exploded. Some people thought it was the anchor who directed and acted in order to attract traffic. Some people were more naive, and they actually saw it just now.
A black shadow flashed across the screen, and I felt that something unexpected had happened to the anchor. For a while, the fans in the group who had not watched today's live broadcast were also aroused their curiosity. Everyone asked the anchor and the administrator what happened, but nothing happened.
people respond.
How could Shi Ying respond? She was laughing so hard. She didn’t even know there was such a thing as a fan base. After the broadcast, she quickly looked through the trailer posted yesterday. The trailer was not long and mainly contained news reports about some cases.
, the locations are all framed in red, they are all Room 201 of Fangyuan Hotel.
There was no need to go out to look at the house number. The room she was in was definitely 201. Shi Ying sighed. After quickly reading a few articles, she looked through the previous videos on her account. The host of the previous videos was not her, but a young man.
Guy, he mostly broadcasts adventures in haunted houses, and during his last live broadcast he said that he was going home to get married, and was going to give his account to his friend Shi Ying’s sister, who is also Shi Ying. From now on, Shi Ying will take everyone to explore the haunted house.
, leer at ghosts.
Shi Ying was speechless. Although this guy said it was a haunted house adventure, the basic routine was to find some specious articles and lead to the "haunted houses" where murders had occurred. He led the audience to explore in the dark while telling some scary stories. It was not very popular, but
There were also people who fell for his trick, and in the end, they were able to leave Shi Ying with more than a thousand following fans.
The harsh bell rang again, it was the boss again.
"Hey, boss."
"Why did you log off the broadcast?! Fans are looking for you in the group, get online quickly!" the grumpy boss was very angry.
"Isn't this just to arouse suspense and make everyone think that there is really a ghost? I will be online soon. Don't worry, don't worry." Old God Shi Ying deceived the anxious boss: "Just tell the fans that I can't get through on the phone.
I don’t know what happened, but then I went online, so the effect is pretty good.”
"Really?" The boss's voice was full of distrust and suspicion.
"Of course, don't waste time, go and talk in the group." Shi Ying urged in reverse and managed upwards.
After hanging up the phone, Shi Ying went to the bedside to turn off the ceiling light, and then slowly started the live broadcast.
"What happened to the anchor? The administrator said your phone couldn't be reached."
"Is the anchor here? Is he still in the room? It's so dark, I can't see anything."
"How are you, Miss Shi?"
…
Shi Ying showed half of her face and whispered into the microphone: "I'm fine. It's just that there was a sudden power outage in the room, and the live broadcast was interrupted even if there was no internet. I'm using the data I'm using now to live broadcast for everyone."
"I just went to the door in the dark, but the door couldn't be opened. I don't know what the problem is." Shi Ying's voice became lower and lower. "The lock on the door is an ordinary electronic lock. If it is because of a power outage, it is
It shouldn't be that it can be opened directly instead of being locked. Does anyone know about this? I'm a little scared."
Someone quickly said on the barrage, "Our company's previous electronic lock could be opened directly when the power was cut off. It seems to be because the electromagnetic disappears."
"Those were all electromagnetic locks in the past. Today's smart locks all come with their own batteries. If they run out of power, you can use a key to open them or use a power bank to charge them and they will open normally."
"The hotel's card lock should have a battery inside. If the room is powered off, it won't affect the use. Could it be..."
"Is there really a ghost? Come on, come on, I want to see it."
…
Of course Shi Ying didn't open the door. She didn't even leave the bed. The room was too small. When she was eating, she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the small table over. Part of it was used as a dining table and part of it was a mobile phone holder. After eating, she sat there and read.
My cell phone was only on the bedside when I turned off the lights just now.
Shi Ying rubbed her feet on the floor a few times, her expression became serious, and she said in a puzzled tone: "Did you hear anything just now?"
There was only half of Shi Ying's face on the phone screen, and in the dark room there was only the light from the phone screen. The light hit half of Shi Ying's face, and she couldn't help but act more seriously.
I think I may have gone crazy. I have been writing the story for the past two days. Last night, I dreamed that I had an underworld author’s assistant on my phone. Many ghost readers left me messages and comments. I even replied to them one by one, but when I woke up, I wrote all the comments.
I completely forgot the content. Alas, even if I want to revise the article based on the readers’ opinions, I can’t even begin to revise it.
