Chapter 7: The Ghost on the Plate

On the evening of the second day, Zhang Ling saw that the time was almost up, so he locked the door of the store with his shabby canvas bag on his back and searched for the address sent to him by He Qiaoxin.

This time he made full preparations, this time in order to avoid the situation of the last live broadcast of excessive traffic, he deliberately went to the computer city to buy a 4G network card.

According to the boss's introduction to him, this network card is very suitable for his outdoor live broadcast, with unlimited traffic for a limited time, 100 hours a month, and the monthly cost is 100 yuan.

For Zhang Ling, this 1,200 yuan is a large amount, he stood there and hesitated for a long time, and made a lot of determination to pay the money.

Holding the equipment that had been opened, Zhang Ling kept comforting himself in his heart: "I can't bear to let the child catch the wolf, today's investment is for tomorrow's rich return!" ”

Looking at Zhang Ling's distressed appearance, the boss specially told him: "This card is only for use in the province, and it is not easy to use when you go out of the province!" ”

This mausoleum is kept in mind, and the roaming fee plus the traffic fee makes the liver tremble when you think about it.

……

When I came to the community where He Qiaoxin lived, although the environment here is elegant and the streets are clean, it is nothing compared to Mei Ruolan's mansion.

As soon as he got out of the car, He Qiaoxin followed the two delicate-looking girls to answer, and at this time, the three of them looked at Zhang Ling with eyes that were more pious than seeing God.

"You're here, we're all dying!"

Today's He Qiaoxin is wearing a floral dress, a pair of very cute sandals on her feet, and her long black hair is tied behind her with a handkerchief.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll help you get her in a while!" Saying that, Zhang Ling patted the backpack on his body and said very confidently

Seeing that Zhang Ling was so relaxed, the three of them also relaxed a little, and their originally panicked hearts calmed down a little.

"Let's go, take me to your house!"

"Good! This way! ”

Zhang Ling followed He Qiaoxin to a chic six-story building located in the depths of the community, he looked at the surrounding environment and frowned, and said in his heart: "There is so heavy yin qi here, this is not a ghost, it is strange." ”

When he went up to the third floor, He Qiaoxin looked at an anti-theft door with Spring Festival couplets a little nervously and said, "That, should we also follow in?" ”

Zhang Ling looked at the three girls who were already frightened and smiled: "No, you go downstairs and wait for me, I'll call you in a while!" ”

When the two girls heard this, they turned around and went downstairs as if they had been amnestied, and He Qiaoxin frowned lightly and said, "Then you must be careful in everything, you must protect yourself!" ”

Facing He Qiaoxin's concern, Zhang Ling's heart was very warm, he nodded and opened the door and walked in.

At this time, it was already dark at night, and He Qiaoxin's home did not have too many lights, only a floor lamp in the living room exuded a soft light.

The original character map in the living room has long been taken away, but Zhang Ling can still see uncleaned wax marks on the floor.

He opened his backpack and took out five white candles, rearranged them in their orientation, and then he took out a new set of characters and a saucer and spread them on the floor of the living room.

Lighting the candles, the orange candlelight and the soft light of the table lamps set off the whole room with great mystery.

After getting ready, Zhang Ling turned on his mobile phone and entered the live broadcast room, still in the pocket of his shirt, he felt that this first-person perspective had a sense of reality and mystery.

When Zhang Ling's live broadcast room opened, hundreds of viewers immediately poured in, and as soon as they came in, they began to send messages: "The master has started the live broadcast again, and the front row occupies the sofa!" ”

"Grab the bench ...... on the second floor"

"The back row sells melon seeds, peanuts, and mineral water!"

"Is it Saucer Immortal today? The atmosphere is awesome! ”

“……”

And some of the people who came in later came because they had watched Zhang Ling's live broadcast before, and they came to reward without saying a word when they saw the atmosphere of the scene.

"Come out, I know you're here!"

Zhang Ling sat in front of the character map and shouted loudly, he knew that there was something in this room, but it didn't show up.

As soon as his words fell, he saw a female ghost wearing a red dress and red pants with loose hair appear at the other end of the picture.

The female ghost's red dress was very special, it looked very old, and there was a vague word on her chest.

Zhang Ling carefully identified it for a while, and couldn't help but gasp, the female ghost's red dress was a faded prison word!

"I'm grass! This TM is a death row inmate! ”

Before Zhang Ling could react, the female ghost suddenly raised her head to reveal her pale face, and Zhang Ling's hairs suddenly stood on end at a glance.

I saw that the female ghost's mouth was tightly sewn together by the black silk thread, and a pair of resentful ghost eyes of different sizes stared at Zhang Ling coldly, and the yin qi emanating from her body made the whole room look like an ice cellar.

"It's a big trouble now, what the hell are these damn girls going on!"

This time Zhang Ling didn't dare to hold it up, he put his hand into his backpack and said calmly: "There are wrongs, there are debtors, they are just a few playful girls, if you have a lot of them, let them go!" ”

As soon as Zhang Ling's words came out, a message immediately popped up in the live broadcast room: "Anchor, what about your domineering, get her out and let us see!" ”

"Anchor lowB!"

"Don't be cowardly, don't be noisy if you can do it!"

“……”

The female ghost stared at Zhang Ling coldly for a while, then slowly lowered her head to look at the word map in front of her, and then the dish on the word map began to move.

Zhang Ling bent down to look, the plate moved slowly on the paper, and he read it word by word: "You, you, all, want, die!" Kill! ”

Before Zhang Ling could react, the female ghost appeared only a few centimeters away from Zhang Ling, and her hideous and distorted face was clearly displayed in front of him.

She stretched out her hand violently and lifted Zhang Ling up from the floor, and the dry claws on his neck began to tighten slowly!

Because Zhang Ling's body was lifted, the angle of view on his chest immediately became higher, and those people in the live broadcast room were surprisingly quiet when they saw the scene of the automatic plate just now, and no one spoke.

It wasn't until the perspective of the camera changed that someone messaged, "Can anyone tell me, what's going on?" Is this hanging Weiya? ”

"I just saw a female ghost in red, did you see it?"

"See +1"

"See +2"

"I'm rubbing, isn't this anchor really catching ghosts......"

"According to my years of clinical experience, upstairs is correct!"

Just when there was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room, a bang sounded, and the camera began to shake violently, but the perspective did not change.

I saw a puff of white particles raised, and a strange scene appeared, a hideous and ugly grimace appeared on the screen, with large and small eyes, a garlic nose, a mouth sewn with black threads, and her ears were cut off by Qi Gen.