After going downstairs, Shi Ying did not pause, but accelerated and ran towards the factory gate along the route he had taken this afternoon.
I didn't care about the live broadcast footage, just held the phone in my hand and ran forward as fast as possible.
She believed that the unknown ghost would not be innocent, nor would he send her a text message to scare her. The other party also needed her to go to the apartment to live broadcast, so there was no reason to harm her before the live broadcast.
Although Shi Ying didn't feel anything about the big ghost that the nameless ghost said, except for the red dot she saw when the nameless ghost appeared before, nothing else was different, and the audience actually saw the red dot, which further illustrates that in this copy, Shi Ying
Ying is no different from ordinary people.
Now she just needs to run, run out of the factory, or even run into the village, and that should be fine, right?
Shi Ying could already see the gate not far away. There were few stars tonight, and the originally bright moon was half covered by clouds. She could only vaguely see the target.
Shi Ying didn't stop or slow down. She illuminated the road ahead with her flashlight and ran forward in large strides. Fortunately, she wore clothes and shoes that were convenient for exercise when she went out, otherwise she wouldn't be able to move.
The barrage changed after halfway down the stairs. The audience first saw Shi Ying taking three or two steps down the stairs. They thought it was in response to their "fear of falling." They also posted a barrage saying, "Young girl, look at these few steps."
She looks very skilled and has a dashing appearance. Did she practice sports when she was little?"
After going downstairs, Shi Ying started running. He changed his phone to a convenient way to hold it, so that the audience could only see the horizontal screen. The faint outline of the building under the moonlight flashed quickly in the shadow of the vegetation.
Whispering wind, where is this night printing factory? Is this a midnight escape? What on earth happened?
"Are you running? Why did you suddenly start running? What happened?"
"Is the anchor here? Is he there? Why don't you even look at the screen?"
"Ahhhhhhhh it's so scary. Is there something chasing her?"
"Wait, was there something moving in the shadow just now? It was running too fast, I didn't see it clearly, wuwuwu."
…
Shi Ying didn't even think about the fact that she was still live broadcasting. She ran away from the printing factory as fast as she could in her life. When she left the door, she was tripped by the chain that fell on the ground. She clearly remembered that the chain was hanging when she came in during the day.
The one on the door didn't look like it would fall off, but why did it fall to the ground at night and trip her.
This matter cannot be studied in detail. Shi Ying rushed to the small square of the villager activity center in Liangjia Village. The street lights were on in the square. Shi Ying randomly chose a piece of fitness equipment and sat down. He took off his backpack and threw it on the ground.
After two more vibrations, Shi Ying felt a pain in his heart. He wouldn't want to run again, would he?
"It's safe. Don't go back to the factory and rest early."
Huh... Shiying breathed out and felt relieved. Only then did she realize that the live broadcast was still going on. The barrage had exploded. People were asking what happened. There were more people watching online than when she was telling the story just now.
, it has reached more than 600, and many people clicked in to watch it because they heard that this anchor had seen a ghost.
Now that it was safe, Shi Ying put up the bracket again and said to the audience: "Don't worry, everyone, let me take a breath and I will tell you in detail later."
She took a sip of water outside the camera and stretched her leg muscles before returning to her phone. She clamped the phone on the bar in front of the walking machine and swayed while fooling the audience:
"When I was going downstairs just now, I felt a little slippery under my feet, so I walked a little more carefully. I also saw the barrage talking about me. I was just about to explain it to everyone when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. The person who was patted was
"This way," she pointed to her left shoulder sideways, and said, "You all know that I have been talking about the case for a long time, and there is no one else here. What's more, the stairs are so narrow that they can only accommodate one adult. I
There's still a wall on the left, and there can't be anyone behind you."
"My first reaction was that the ghost who extinguished my three fires appeared, so I definitely couldn't look back. My first reaction was to run, as far away as possible. Isn't it said that ghosts have territory restrictions? I ran out of it
It’s my territory, and it can’t come out to hurt me.”
"So I'm here now." Shi Ying picked up her phone and turned around to show the audience: "Liangjiacun Villager Activity Center, there is also a stall group activity center listed here. Normal ghosts should not mess around here."
"It's true that I'm holding my pussy. Although I felt a little slow going down the stairs at the beginning, it's not that big of a deal. It's normal to be careful when going downstairs after dark."
"Could the slippery soles of my feet be caused by the water in the thermos bottle, or whose blood? Or corpse oil?"
"That's enough. Stop talking now. Host, please stay closer to the activity room sign. I'm afraid of QAQ."
"I made it up. I agreed to visit the printing factory at night. Didn't you dare to do it? That's why you thought of running away."
…
Shi Ying raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect the audience to be so smart and immediately realized that she was making it up. But how could she admit it? She didn't even have the slightest guilt of deceiving the audience. This was what she was doing, making up stories.
It is an essential skill for a haunted house anchor. If she doesn’t make up stories, what does she do for a living?
She chatted with everyone for a few more words, and then prepared to go off the broadcast: "Today's live broadcast will end here first. If something like this happens, I won't be able to take you on a night tour of the printing factory. We will see you next Monday. Let me tell everyone in advance.
Well, next Monday’s haunted house case will be even more bizarre~”
After finishing the broadcast, Shi Ying looked at the village with its street lights on, and then looked at the taxi app that couldn't get a taxi at all. He hesitated and opened the address book and dialed Uncle An's number.
"Hello? Yingying? It's so late, haven't you rested yet?" Uncle An's sober voice came from the other end of the phone. It seemed that he didn't sleep even after it was so late.
"Uncle, I have something to ask you for help..." Shi Ying explained that he was trapped in Liangjiacun and couldn't get a taxi back, but he didn't say it was because of the live broadcast, but that Caifeng stayed in the mountains too much.
It's too late, I just found a place with a location that I can locate now.
Uncle An grumbled and agreed, saying that if he didn't do it next time, he would tell his father next time.
Shi Ying coaxed Uncle An across from him with a smile, hung up the phone, and wandered on the walking machine waiting for the car sent by Uncle An.
"Beep, beep" came two short whistles on the road. Shi Ying carried her bag and went over to check.
The color, model, and license plate matched the information Uncle An gave her. A pale-faced woman came out of the cab and said to Shi Ying, "Miss Shi, let me put your bag in for you."
Shi Ying was still a little doubtful. She didn't give the bag away, but asked: "What is your name?"
The woman raised her head and looked at her expressionlessly, then replied: "Ruan Ling."
The names matched, and Shi Ying was relieved, but she still didn't give the bag out. Instead, she got into the back seat with the bag in her arms and said, "Sister Ling, my bag isn't heavy at all. I can just hold it in front of a pillow."
, I won’t bother you anymore.”
Ruan Ling said nothing, got into the driver's seat and started the car with a pale face without saying a word.
