Could it be that Yang Zhihong also has the habit of listening to supernatural radio? But even if he had, why would he share his experience with others in such a place? Could it be that he wanted to use this to pour out the pain in his heart?

Unlike, with the understanding of this time, he is not a person who likes to pour bitter water everywhere at all.

Looking at Zhang Xiaowei again, she also frowned, obviously feeling very weird.

After one glance at each other, we turned our attention back to our phones.

Seeing that the audience had been curious by this story, the male anchor said: Then please have a cup of bitter tea and tell us about his personal experience of meeting his girlfriend who died 27 years ago.

Yang Zhihong was silent for a few seconds, and then said: I have a friend I met recently, he knows how to exorcise ghosts and other skills, and even I think he came to know me because my girlfriend, who has been dead for 27 years, met with his help.

The male anchor smiled: Then you are really lucky, you met this kind of master, can you share with us what it was like at that time?

Yang Zhihong said: For the past 27 years, although I know that she is no longer alive, there is no evidence, and I can't find her bones, if it weren't for this friend, I might not be able to find her for the rest of my life, let alone see her again. She was as beautiful as she was twenty-seven years ago, still wearing the dress I gave her, and standing there exactly like she had then, but ...... I couldn't touch her again, no matter how realistic it was, no matter how close it was, it was unattainably far away. She smiled at me, but I found sadness in her eyes, maybe we both saw endless sadness in each other's eyes, just to keep each other from being more sad, and neither of us showed it.

As if he didn't think such a statement was scary enough, the male anchor asked: Then did you feel scared at the time?

Yang Zhihong said: No, she is the person I have loved all my life, no matter what she becomes, she is the most beautiful existence in my eyes.

"Did you feel anything other than grief?" The male anchor asked.

Yang Zhihong replied: Hate, infinite hate.

The male anchor was puzzled and asked: Hate? Why?

Yang Zhihong replied: Because 27 years ago, she was killed, and the murderer sank her body to the bottom of the water, which is why I have not been able to find her for 27 years.

The male anchor asked: Why can't you find it? Didn't you call the police back then?

Yang Zhihong said: I reported it, but the murderer has a strong background, and except for me and her family, no one believes that she has been killed.

The male anchor's tone began to become serious: So what do you mean......

Yang Zhihong said: Yes, for 27 years, the murderer has always been at large.

The male anchor was silent for a few seconds: If I'm not mistaken, you just said that your friend helped you find your girlfriend's bones, then a complete chain of evidence has been formed, you can already call the police and avenge your unjustly killed girlfriend, don't be afraid, we support you.

Yang Zhihong was silent for half a minute: No need.

Anchor: Why?

Yang Zhihong: Because I have already taken revenge.

The male anchor's tone became solemn: What do you mean......

Yang Zhihong said calmly: Yes, I killed them.

The male anchor gasped violently.

This time, the horror sound effect didn't sound.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaowei and I also changed their faces!

Yang Zhihong killed Huang Hongjun and Wang Zhiqiang!

How can it be! Didn't he tell me that he couldn't find the whereabouts of these two people?

It turns out that he lied to me at that time! He always knew where Huang Hongjun and Wang Zhiqiang were!

This time, there was no need for the anchor to ask again, Yang Zhihong said it himself in the frightened expression on the screen, and the male anchor did not interrupt again, and I don't know if he was completely out of proportion by this true story that may be the most terrifying since his anchor career.

"I am grateful to that friend of mine, because if it were not for him, I would not have been able to meet my beloved, because even after telling me that my beloved had died unjustly twenty-seven years ago, he did not tell me the truth of the matter. I knew he was doing it for my own good, but what he didn't know was that for some reason, I couldn't have believed that my she, could have committed suicide. ”

"When I saw her later, even when she herself said that she had committed suicide, I was even more convinced that she had been killed. I chose to believe them at the time in order to do the rest of the thing, so after settling her bones, I found her killer tonight and cut off his head. He used his mobile phone to trick another person into coming to his house and cut off the person's head as well. ”

"I don't regret it, because these two beasts have already done a lot of evil and deserve to die."

The male anchor finally recovered from his fright, and said in a trembling voice: "You...... Go and turn yourself in...... I'm sorry...... I can't let you go on any longer. ”

"I beg you not to disconnect." Yang Zhihong said calmly.

The male anchor asked, "Why?" ”

Yang Zhihong said: "Because if you disconnect, no one will know about the other thing I do, so please give me a chance to confess my crime." ”

"Here's this: I also killed my own brother."

"Please don't say any more, you can go and turn yourself in, talk to the police, or I'll call the police for you."

"I'm not going to turn myself in."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to die in a moment, when I should have died twenty-seven years ago. I'm guilty, but I don't regret it, so I won't give the police a chance to try me. ”

Hearing this, I couldn't sit still, so I quickly put on my shoes and ran outside.

It's stupid! It's stupid! Those two demons were already dying people, and it was not worth it to take their own lives for them!

The busier and more chaotic it became, and after trying for a long time, the damn broken electric donkey couldn't start at all, so angry that I kicked to the ground, turned around and ran out of the gate.

took a taxi to Yang Zhihong's house, knocked on the door for a long time but did not respond, until the neighbor was woken up, only to know that he had moved out yesterday, as for where he moved, no one knew at all.

Helplessly walking downstairs, I didn't know where to go, when an unfamiliar number called.

I subconsciously knew who it was, or who I hoped it was, and after connecting it, I didn't think about it, so I scolded: "Old pen! You old pen! Where the hell are you! Get out of here! ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and sure enough, a familiar laugh rang out.

"When you open your mouth, you are so anxious that you scold, it seems that you not only guessed me, but also guessed what I did, right? Let's calm down first, okay? ”

"You don't talk nonsense! Tell me where you are, get out of here! "At this time, where can I be calm.