Fang Xing spoke.

The audience who originally planned to change the live broadcast room couldn't help but stay.

Tricky science?

What the hell!

This kind of thing that doesn't seem scientific at all, what else can popularize science?

Regarding this kind of question, someone quickly posted it in the comment area.

After Fang Xing saw this question, he said very seriously:

"Guys, we're serious materialists, but not physicalists!"

"Since there is such a thing, we must study it with a serious and scientific attitude."

"This is the true attitude towards the monster."

Fang Xing's words directly calmed down a lot of people.

It sounds a little strange, but it makes a lot of sense!

Fang Xing raised his mobile phone and took a picture of the surroundings.

"This phone is good, and there is an infrared mode, so you don't have to worry about some things not being clear at night."

"Look, in fact, in terms of feng shui, the feng shui of this school is actually good."

"There is no water around, if anyone is buried here, as long as some good locust wood is used to make a coffin, it is very likely that he will become a zombie in the future."

Fang Xing said as he walked into the school with a very relaxed expression.

"The anchor seems to have come in once just now, but he didn't introduce it well, so let me take you to see the environment here."

"In fact, as soon as you enter the school, you can feel that it is full of yin and energy, and you can feel refreshed when you take a deep breath!"

Fang Xing said as he raised his thumb to the camera!

Behind Fang Xing is the school's abandoned playground, which is already overgrown with all kinds of weeds.

The thin moonlight shines on it, reflecting a layer of bleak white light, and the discarded fitness equipment stands here like a tombstone, with the yin wind coming from nowhere, it makes people feel like they have come to the cemetery!

The audience in the live broadcast room looked at the environment behind Fang Xing.

Then look at Fang Xing's excited face, and even the state of mental change.

I didn't know what to say for a while!

"Refreshed"

"Feng Shui Treasure Land"

"Don't be joking, there's really something tricky here!"

"Is this new guy having something wrong with his brain?"

"Seeing this thumbs-up, I actually think this school is like this?"

Fang Xing didn't care about what was being said in the comment area, but walked directly towards the teaching building.

The exterior of the school building is painted in pure white, with only a layer of green paint at the bottom. It was supposed to show a bright silhouette in the moonlight, but in the picture, the school building seemed to exude black gas, almost hidden into the shadows.

As soon as I stepped on the steps of the teaching building, I heard a long bang from the door of the classroom.

"Boom, boom, boom...... Squeak—"

The sound of the worn door hinges is slow and long.

It was as if someone had pushed open the door of the classroom and walked out of it.

In an instant, all the comments were brushed into 'barrage protection'!

"About this school, in fact, this anchor is not coming, and I plan to come over and talk to you."

"The reason why this school was abandoned was because many students heard a knock on the door during their evening self-study, and neither the surveillance nor the teachers found anyone."

"Subsequently, there were widespread injuries to students, which were quickly abandoned."

Fang Xing said as he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight.

The faint light shone on the hallways of the school, illuminating only a tiny fraction of it, as if the rest of the darkness had been swallowed up.

Seeing that there were pieces of paper scattered on the ground, Fang Xing also deliberately turned on the light.

This is a test paper with the words Chemistry Midterm Exam, candidate Hu, scored sixty-one.

"The chemical formula filled in the blanks on this paper is written incorrectly, and two more points should be deducted, and the real score is failing."

Fang Xingzheng commented with interest.

Suddenly.

There were two or three clicks around.

This sound must be the sound of fingers tapping on the door panel.

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive!"

Fang Xing stood up suddenly, and said to the camera:

"You're in luck, we're in for a treat!"

"Judging by the sound just now, this location should be on our first floor."

"So."

"Let's stay in the classroom for a while!"

I don't even know what to say in the comment section.

Just come in and hell, what luck is it?

Mildew is so good!

Under the gaze of many spectators, Fang Xing cautiously walked into a classroom, then lightly closed the door of the classroom, and then turned off the flashlight on his mobile phone.

Then, Fang Xing stood behind the classroom door and whispered:

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's be quiet now, don't scare the ghosts away."

"After all, ghosts are not the same as ghosts, and some ghosts are very timid."

"I'll take a picture of the knocker and show you later."

After Fang Xing finished speaking, he stood quietly in place.

I only heard a continuous knock on the door, little by little in this direction.

In the darkness, the sound was like a countdown to the death clock.

"You're welcome, don't shoot, I'm scared of stepping on a horse."

"This is the most daring man I've ever met."

"Anchor stop playing, let's go! If you don't run, it's too late! ”

"Now in order to increase fans, are the anchors working so hard?"

"This is not my account, so I won't be so fatal!"

In the discussion in the comment area.

The knock on the door was getting closer.

[Bang, bang, bang, bang]

Four knocks rang out at the door.

The atmosphere of horror made even those who were watching the live broadcast hold their breath!

There was a sudden silence.

[Bang, bang, bang, bang-]

There were still four doordoor rings.

At this time, Fang Xing had already carefully raised the mobile phone and changed the camera strip to shoot outward.

Obviously, I want to take a picture of the knocker for everyone.

With great fear and excitement, everyone covered their faces and looked at the picture in the live broadcast room from between their fingers.

Looking through the glass on the classroom door.

A thin, translucent black figure was raising a thick arm that didn't match his stature at all, and knocked on the door three times in a row.

[Bang, bang, bang, bang-]

Or four door rings.

The knocker didn't know why, but he kept waving his arm and knocking on the door like he was stupid in front of this door.

Knock three times, ring four times.

Knock three times, ring four times.

It's a very regular repetitive action.。

When Fang Xing took the phone back again, everyone realized that the last sound was actually knocked by Fang Xing himself!

Fang Xing held his mobile phone as he spoke. The other hand co-optly knocked on the door, and then whispered:

"Ghosts like knockers, they're actually stupid!"

"When they hear three knocks on the door and don't respond, they get angry."

"But if you knock three times and then knock on the door, they think they're knocking on the wrong one and they're knocking again."

"It's like playing, you can play all night."

"Isn't that interesting?"