Xu Ze is a night taxi driver, and every midnight, Wang Hui's low and hoarse voice accompanies him through the streets and alleys of Yanjing.

He couldn't remember exactly what was on the radio, but he would be startled when he heard a passage, and his hand holding the steering wheel shook violently, causing the water in the glass to spill.

In the atmosphere created by the radio, if he saw the figure illuminated by the car lights in the darkness as he drove through a remote section, he would have palpitations, and his heart would be furious when he saw the cat that suddenly jumped.

"What is the story of the Ancient City?"

Inside the Capital International Airport, there was a long queue of taxis waiting for passengers, and he was very dissatisfied with the previous story in "Late Night Ghost Story", and deliberately used cat abuse to show the terrifying atmosphere, which was really bad.

I hope this story will not disappoint you, the Yanjing Airport at midnight is still brightly lit, Xu Ze lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then flicked the cigarette out of the car window twice, listening to the story on the radio.

"This paper-binding master is very skillful, as long as you say something, he can do it vividly. He tied a paper woman with a blank paper paste for Hu Guohua as requested, and painted the paper figure with watercolors eyebrows, eyes, nose, clothes, hair, and ......"

Xu Ze listened to it with relish, he had a hunch that this paper figure was definitely extraordinary, and he didn't even know when the passengers got on the bus.

"Master, go to the east gate of Yenching Normal University, do you know how to go?"

"Huh?"

Xu Ze was taken aback, he hurriedly threw the cigarette out of the car window, started the car and moved forward, and said at the same time: "I'm sorry, I was fascinated by it just now, and I didn't notice it." Where are you going?"

The middle-aged man with glasses was a little tired, and he was unbuttoning his hat and scarf at this time, and after hearing Xu Ze's voice, he replied: "The East Gate of Yenching Normal University." ”

"Okay. ”

Xu Ze stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi quickly rushed out of the parking garage under the airport and drove towards the dark distance.

The congested road became unobstructed during the day, and Xu Ze listened to Wang Hui tell ghost stories while driving, and he suddenly realized that it seemed that it was not appropriate to let passengers listen to such stories in the middle of the night, so he reached out and turned down the volume.

"Master, you don't need to make it smaller, just come normally. Hu Wei stopped Xu Ze's movements, he was also very curious about this ghost story, the person who tied the paper was possessed by a female ghost, and even tempted Hu Guohua to dig a grave, and the story behind it was equally bizarre.

Rat friends and rat friends are also addicted to smoking, rats who can swallow clouds and smoke Fushou ointment, and will dig holes and steal money for Hu Guohua to buy cigarettes, but unfortunately they were killed by others.

"I'm afraid this rat has become a sperm, and the thief is powerful!"

Xu Ze said with emotion, when Wang Hui said goodbye next time, he didn't react at all.

I used to talk for an hour, but now it's over in half an hour, it's too short, right? Could it be that the radio station has cut the duration of the program shorter?

Such a good show and such an attractive story shouldn't just be gone, right?

Xu Ze thought about it in his head for a while, quickly took out his headphones and put them on, and he dialed the phone mentioned every night, ready to ask what was going on.

As a result, the call can't be reached at all, the other party is on the phone, please dial again later!

"Master, what's the story?"

Hu Wei in the back seat suddenly became interested, anyway, he can't sleep now, so it's better to go back and read this ghost story.

"It seems to be called the ancient city of the ghost blowing the lantern, and I just started talking about it today. ”

Hu Wei started searching directly on the back seat.

……

Wang Hui on the radio station temporarily turned off the equipment and took off the headphones at the same time, this subdued voice guaranteed that there would be no mispronunciation, and only the older generation of announcers like them had this strength when reading in one breath.

Nowadays, the basic skills of young announcers are not solid, and most of the time they use recording and broadcasting, and they dare not go live at all.

When Xiao Wu saw Wang Hui pushing the door out of the live broadcast room, he stretched out his thumb and compared, "Brother Wang, that's a good story!" ”

"It's good, but it's shorter, half an hour less than usual. Wang Hui sighed, it's really not customary to finish the story so early.

"It's good to leave work early, anyway, the salary is still paid, and the working hours are shortened. ”

The current progress of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" is like this, Menglong Culture Media has deliberately adjusted it to ensure that most channels can go hand in hand, and their Yanjing Radio Station is also powerless.

Wang Hui took a sip of water to moisten his throat and was about to pack up his things and go home, anyway, according to the schedule, the programs behind the shift had already been recorded, and it was enough for the staff to play them.

I just packed up my things, but several staff members on night duty over there were too busy!

"Brother Wang, I really hit a ghost today! I didn't have so many people calling when it was hottest before. ”

"What are they calling for? complaining that my live broadcast time is too short?" said Wang Hui jokingly, whose show's listening rate was already on the bottom edge, and who could have expected how many people would use the radio at midnight.

However, the staff over there shook their heads, "They are all here to praise you, saying that this story is very good, let you tell more." ”

Wang Hui smiled dumbly, "This is not my credit, this was written by Zhang Chu, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

"That's not it, someone asked me what the story was called, obviously you said it during the live broadcast, but they didn't listen carefully. ”

"Xiao Zhou, this is a good thing. It proves that we still have a lot of listeners, so you can explain it to them slowly. I'll explain it again tomorrow when I'm live. ”

It's been years since there have been so many phones ringing at the same time, and I'm afraid there hasn't been anything like this in those previous shows.

……

Xu Ze finally got through to the phone number announced by the radio, and he hurriedly asked: "Hello, I was just listening to Mr. Wang Hui's "Ghost Story in the Night", don't you usually have to talk for an hour? ”

On the other end of the phone was a girl's voice: "I'm sorry, because the content of the program has been adjusted, and that's all the content that Mr. Wang got there, we are communicating with the author to see if we can talk more every day." ”

"Then you must communicate well, this show and this story are very good. Xu Ze understood and didn't rush too much.

"Thank you for your understanding, and welcome to continue listening to "Late Night Ghost Story" at the same time tomorrow!"

After Xu Ze hung up the phone, he calmed down, just one, why did he keep thinking about it.

But the three words ghost blowing the lamp have always been firmly imprinted in his mind, and the good light is on, but the ghost comes to blow it out.

What is the follow-up plot, Xu Ze, who has never liked to read, decided to wait for the night shift to go back and check what is going on!