It's almost autumn, and it's quite windy today.

A night shift driver came home, dragging his tired body to lie on the bed, and did not want to take a shower.

He is a bachelor who only earns enough money per month to spend on himself, takes out a loan to buy a small house, and likes to seek thrills alone.

Of course, not the thrill of going to a nightclub to hang a fish, but watching ghost movies and listening to horror stories.

Because he has no money.

He squinted, opened the Changbai Mountain app, and saw that there was a new recommendation in the horror category.

Tomb robbery notes?

Listen to it.

He was already very sleepy, set up the "finish the broadcast" mode, and was ready to listen for a while before falling asleep.

"Thank you for listening to the long-form suspense novel "Notes on Tomb Robbery" written by Meng Zuo, I am the anchor Meng Zuo. ”

Meng Zuo: I think I've heard of it somewhere.

He was so sleepy that he just felt the name familiar, but he didn't think too much about it, but when he was drowsy, he felt that the voice was nice and magnetic.

"Chapter 1: Blood Corpses

Fifty years ago, Changsha Dart Ridge.

The four Tufu were squatting on a mound, and all of them did not speak, staring directly at the Luoyang shovel on the ground. The head of the shovel was stained with old soil that had just been brought out of the ground, and strangely, the soil was constantly oozing out with a bright red liquid, as if it had just been dipped in blood. ”

He suddenly felt a chill down his spine, his dry eyes suddenly opened, and years of listening to books made him feel that this story might give him an experience that he hadn't experienced for many years.

He felt that the room was eerie, and he couldn't help but wrap the quilt a little tighter.

A quarter of an hour later.

His eyes were open, his eyes full of horror, and he suddenly wondered if the room was a little too dark.

Crunch!

He looked sharply at the place where the sound had come from, and found the wind-blown window, the tinkling of white wind chimes, which had been his favorite in his spare time, but now for some reason, it always felt so strange and grotesque.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and desperately went to the wall, turning on the light at once.

The lights are on.

It's still that familiar little house, familiar and cute wind chimes.

Simple, but welcoming.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then closed the window and went back to bed, ready to continue listening.

It was a thriller he hadn't experienced in a long time.

He now wanted to know what that weird face was, and what happened to the third child.

But when he turned on his phone, he was stunned.

There is only one episode!

He cursed and muttered as he turned off the lights and fell asleep in a daze.

......

"Woc, let Lao Tzu break out in a cold sweat!"

"Can you update it quickly, I really haven't heard of this kind of story. ”

"Reply upstairs, the anchor's profile says one issue a day, fast enough. ”

"Write your own book and tell it yourself, the anchor is an all-rounder!"

"Meng Zuo, I'm afraid it's not the one who was escorted on the show?"

"I heard he also writes children's stories!"

......

The next day, Meng Zuo couldn't help frowning when he looked at the number of broadcasts.

How is it only more than 10,000.

"Xiao Jiu, explain. Meng Zuo was not satisfied.

"Your "Tomb Robbery Notes" has not been published, and other anchors only broadcast it after "Tomb Robbery Notes" became popular, you can say it directly, it would be good to reach more than 10,000. Xiao Jiuyi appeared in the blink of an eye, still in a black one-piece dress.

"Little Jiu......" Meng Zuo blinked his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Jiu smiled sweetly.

"Don't you have any clothes to wear? Meng Zuo couldn't get rid of the problem of being cheap in front of Xiao Jiu after all.

Xiao Jiu's face turned from sunny to cloudy, and then he stomped his feet heavily, and with a flick of his sleeves, a gust of wind blew on Meng Zuo's face, making Meng Zuo have to close his eyes.

When he opened it again, Xiao Jiu had already disappeared.

Meng Zuo looked at the position where Xiao Jiu appeared with a smile, thinking about how to make the number of broadcasts a little more.

He flipped through his phone and saw such a comment.

"Can you update it quickly, I really haven't heard of this kind of story. ”

Hurry up...... Update?

Meng Zuo slapped his head, got up and ran to Changbai Mountain Company.

As soon as I entered the company's recording studio, I saw Boss Pei looking at his mobile phone on the side.

Boss Pei is a little panicked now, because the playback volume of "Notes on Tomb Robbery" is really a bit unexpected to him. It's only been one night, and the number of broadcasts has exceeded 10,000! Pei Qian asked the company's internal personnel to check the data, and the data is normal, and there is no behavior of brushing the number of broadcasts.

Did you really win the bet for this young man? As soon as Mr. Pei thought about Meng Zuo, Meng Zuo arrived.

"Mr. Pei is good!" Meng Zuo was still very polite to the rich man.

"Hey, little brother is here to record the next episode?" Mr. Pei secretly thought to himself, why did he meet him as soon as he raised his face.

Meng Zuo nodded, took a bottle of water, and went straight into the recording studio.

Mr. Pei thought about it and followed in, he listened to the story, it was really good, you can listen to it in advance here, it just so happens that you are not busy now, listen to the book, why not?

Meng Zuo also saw Mr. Pei follow, but he didn't stop him, adjusted the equipment, put on the headphones, and started recording directly.

Mr. Pei frowned, he found that something was wrong.

Meng Zuo: He doesn't have a manuscript!

Mr. Pei immediately recalled, and he suddenly remembered that when Meng Zuo came to audition a few days ago, he didn't prepare a draft, and he did it in one go.

It's a monster!

This made Mr. Pei more determined to listen to it.

"Thank you for listening to the long-form suspense novel "Notes on Tomb Robbery" written by Meng Zuo, I am the anchor Meng Zuo.

Chapter 2: Fifty Years Later

Fifty years later, the Hangzhou Xileng Printing Society ......"

A quarter of an hour later.

Mr. Pei looked at Meng Zuo who was drinking water in a daze.

Why doesn't he get stuck!

Why didn't he read the manuscript!

Isn't he hanging!

Mr. Pei opened his mobile phone tremblingly, looking at the tomb robbery notes that had broken 20,000 views, this time he was really empty.

This is only one episode, and there are more than 20,000 views?

Well, seven hundred in one issue is seven hundred.

Nor is it a loss.

Just as Pei Qian was comforting himself, Meng Zuo's next action made his eyes widen.

Meng Zuo closed the bottle cap, put down the water bottle, and put the headphones back on.

"Thank you for listening to the long-form suspense novel "Notes on Tomb Robbery" written by Meng Zuo, I am the anchor Meng Zuo.

Chapter 3: The ...... of the Melon Seed Temple"

Still coming?

Didn't he say one thing a day? Why did he start recording again?

I must want to record one more issue today, so I think it's just one more episode.

Another quarter of an hour later.

"Thank you for listening to the long-form suspense novel "Notes on Tomb Robbery" written by Meng Zuo, I am the anchor Meng Zuo.

Chapter 4: The Cavern ......"

Meng Zuo didn't even drink water this time, and then the third chapter began, his tone was subdued and frustrated, and he grasped the priorities to the fullest, and he felt like a famous anchor with ease.

I must be dreaming......

Mr. Pei couldn't believe his eyes and ears anymore, and he pinched his arm.

Hiss!

It hurts!

I'm not dreaming?

Then he must be hanging!

Definitely!

Right?