Twelve o'clock in the evening.

Radio station floor 1, studio.

After the female ghost dressed in human skin dismembered Xiao Sun, she used a sharp knife to peel off Xiao Sun's human skin piece by piece. Her knife skills are exquisite, and with every gentle cut on the flesh, a layer of human skin as thin as a cicada's wings is cut from the flesh. It's complete and exquisite. For some reason, she likes to peel people's faces the most, and every time she goes under the knife, she is cautious, as if she is afraid of hurting her whole face..."

After peeling the skin, she began to taste the delicious food of the world, as if she was gnawing on a big bone, regardless of the blood, biting one bite at a time, as if she was venting the hatred in her heart. ”

"The [Horrible Monday] murder has reappeared, and in this small city, a storm has been set off. One night, two people died. ”

Ding Jie was in the studio on the first floor, doing the show alone.

'Lao Wang Tells Ghost Stories' has now been revised to 'Xiao Ding Tells Ghost Stories', but the time period and content have not changed.

It was still from ten o'clock in the evening to half past one in the evening.

He had been talking for nearly two hours now, and in another hour and a half, it would be over.

In the process of doing the show, he was still a little uncomfortable at the beginning.

I used to do emotional shows, and I was really uncomfortable telling ghost stories all of a sudden.

But fortunately, he has a strong ability to react on the spot, which can be regarded as stabilizing the situation of the show.

Evening programs like this one are basically staffed by an assistant who is responsible for receiving calls from listeners.

But there was no arrangement in the station, as if it was 'not waiting to see' Ding Jie.

Only Ding Jie was left alone to do the show.

"Alright. Here is the program, take a five-minute break, and the next is the call from the audience, please call enthusiastically. Let Xiao Ding solve your problems. ”

Every hour of live broadcast, there is a link where the audience calls.

However, in the last hour, because of the lack of assistants, Ding Jie did not do this link directly.

It's two hours in one talk, and I'm a little tired now.

That's why you can take a break.

"Bell bell bell—"

Soon, a call came in.

Answer.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Ding. How can I help you?"

"Lao Wang, why is our beloved Lao Wang next door gone? Did he have an accident last night telling a ghost story? We all heard the rumors that Lao Wang is dead. Xiaoding, tell me, did Lao Wang die while doing the show?"

"Sorry, I can't answer your question, there is an online audience for the next listener. ”

Regarding the cause of death of the 'Lao Wang next door', the station has repeatedly emphasized that it is not allowed to spread the word.

Ding Jie could never say it, so she had to say a perfunctory sentence, hung up, and connected to the next call.

Fortunately, this show is popular enough, and there are many listeners who call.

"Little Ding. I... When I was listening to your show just now, I seemed to hear footsteps, and you guys are in the studio, is there someone else? It's very similar to last night's footsteps. ”

"Are you sure you have?"

"Yes. Xiao Ding, you better be careful!"

Hung up.

It was the other party who hung up.

Footsteps in the studio?

How did he not perceive it?

Is this a prank?

What does the sentence at the end mean?

Ding Jie is a little··· Unspeakable fear.

Fortunately, he has now doubled his attributes, and he has the martial arts moves of Jiuyang True Qi and Jiuyang Divine Skill.

As the saying goes, the artist is bold.

When you are bold, you will eliminate most of the fear in your heart.

Two hours ago, Ding Jie took the opportunity to try out the martial arts and his strength.

I have to say it's very powerful.

As soon as he palmed it, he made a palm print an inch deep on the marble floor.

Not to mention that it is beyond the limits of human beings, but it is definitely much stronger than ordinary people.

Fortunately, he went to the basement to do a 'strength test'.

There is basically no one going there, let alone a camera.

Even if there is a palm print on the marble floor, it is estimated that no one will be able to find it.

Soon, Ding Jie connected another online call.

"Hello. I'm Xiao Ding. ”

"Xiao Ding, I'm a taxi driver. Taxi drivers who specialize in night shifts, from 11 p.m. to 5 a.m. the next morning, I work at work, and you should know that taxi drivers like us who run night buses sometimes encounter some very strange things. Just three nights ago, I had a particularly strange thing like this. At Wanda Plaza in the center of the city, I picked up a female passenger who was dressed in white. Because she is good-looking, I inevitably take a few more looks. Another thing I get used to in sports cars is that I don't have lights in the car. At that time, the light in the car was very dim, and I didn't see her appearance too clearly, but I felt that her eyes were a little different, very bright. It's green and beautiful. ”

She said that she was going to the suburbs, the distance was very far, and on the side of the northern city, she was almost to the barren mountains. But I still took this order because there was a lot of money. ”

"But halfway through, I felt something was wrong. Because Beicheng goes to the barren mountain, there is no residential area, but this girl has to say that her family lives there. Later, I remembered that there was a cemetery in the barren mountains of Beicheng, which was the same as the general direction that the girl in the car said. I was so scared that a big girl was going to the cemetery at night, and her house was in the cemetery.

"When I look back, guess what? The girl in the back seat of the car is staring at me with her eyes, her teeth are very long..."

"I was almost scared to death. I said that I didn't dare to pull this girl anymore, so I asked her to get out of the car and didn't want any money. This girl didn't want to, so I said if I couldn't go on, I would call the police, you know, we all have a one-button alarm in our taxis. Soon. When the girl heard this, she got out of the car. When she got out of the car, I couldn't wait to run. Step on the gas pedal hard... I waited for the car to run a few dozen meters away before I dared to look at the girl in the rearview mirror. But··· She's gone..."

"Xiaoding, what should I do?"

"Am I haunted by a ghost?"

"The more I think about it when I go home these days, the more wrong it becomes, is that girl a female ghost?"

wtf？

Show amateur skills in front of an expert?

Got to this ghost story?

Ding Jie was a little confused, but the tone of the taxi driver's voice didn't seem to be lying.

"Uncle, you're thinking too much. It's the 21st century, there are no ghosts, you're just psychological. I suggest you check it out..."

"Knock knock!"

Ding Jie was about to explain when there was a knock on the door.

It looked like someone was knocking on the door outside.

"Knock knock!"

"Who's it? Who's out there?"

No sound.

No one answered?

It came so suddenly.

When you are doing a show, there is a knock on the door?

Who's coming to the stage on the big night?

"Xiao Ding?"

"Oh. Uncle, don't be afraid, there are no ghosts. When you have nothing to do, listen to our programs more, be courageous, and you won't be afraid of anything. ”

Ding Jie quickly hung up the online call and focused all her attention on the studio door.

Because it's not a knock now.

It's slamming the door, slamming the door.

It feels so familiar.

No one answered, just banged on the door.

More and more intense. Is this door open, or is it not open?