The office is empty, and the computers, desks and chairs are neatly placed, and they are creepy. The place has no temperature, as if it was never used.

"What's going on." The woman with heavy makeup frowned, no matter how serious she was at this time, she could still feel that something was wrong.

Jumo walked into one of the offices. There were several large shelves against the wall, and the yellowed folders were stacked one on top of the other. There are at least a thousand documents.

"Introduction to Live Video"

Documents are arranged by the initials of the name. Jumo looked at them one by one, and finally stopped in front of the J stall.

Her eyes sank, would Ji Huai's file be here?

She reached for the papers, and when her fingertips touched the yellowed folder, she suddenly felt a chill. This chill was not an ordinary chill, but a shiver in the depths of her soul.

She couldn't help but shudder.

"Miss, non-staff are not allowed in this area." A calm voice came from behind him.

Jumo shrank her hands in fright, turned around, and the black figure stood quietly behind her, with the pale mask on her face as always. The mask has no facial features, it is flat and smooth, except for the black hole left at the eye, which looks very oozing.

Homo humbly avoided realizing this, "I'm sorry," he said.

"Please follow me." The black figure whispered, his voice not fluctuating, and turned stiffly and walked in one direction.

In another office, the woman with heavy makeup arrived first, waiting, sitting on the leather sofa and looking around, her eyes full of suspicion.

The sudden appearance of a black figure just now was enough for her to be scared, and she thought she had seen a ghost.

The place doesn't even have staff and the company isn't big. Can it really afford such a high monthly salary? If it weren't for the popularity of the 'Twelve Strange Houses' program, she would have turned around and left a long time ago.

Hei Ying led Ju Mo in, spread her hands slightly, and motioned for her to sit on the sofa.

There are two yellowed sheets of paper on the coffee table, which look old.

"It's a contractual agreement with the company. Spilling blood on it means that you agree to the agreement and that you are willing to become a ghost live announcer for the company. ”。

Another drop of blood.

Ju Mo frowned, picked up the agreement and looked at it carefully, the regulations on it were no different from ordinary companies. The remuneration is divided according to the level of the broadcaster, and the lowest E-level broadcaster has a ratio of 2:8 to the company. The ghost coins obtained after the live broadcast settlement can be spent in shopping malls and ghost markets, as well as in the real world. One Ghost Coin can be exchanged for 100,000 RMB.

Ju Mo's eyes fell on the mall and the ghost market, what are these two places.

After reading the agreement, the woman with heavy makeup threw it back on the table and asked, "Twenty to eighty cents." So how many ghost coins can you get from a live broadcast? ”。

"After years of settlement, E-rated broadcasters can get at least 20 ghost coins.".

The woman with 2 million heavy makeup was dissatisfied at first, but when she heard the price, her eyes widened in surprise, "You can really afford it." ””。

"Absolutely." The shadow replied silently.

The woman with heavy makeup thought for a moment. "Twelve Strange Houses" is the most aired TV show at the starting point. She shouldn't have done anything that was in arrears. If she dares to default on her wages, she will dare to expose it on the live broadcast. "It's good. I sign. ”。

Suo Ying took out a knife out of nowhere and handed it over.

The woman with heavy makeup took the knife, closed her eyes, and slashed at her fingers. The flesh of her finger was cut, and a drop of blood oozed out and fell on the signed agreement.

The blood beads fell on the yellowed paper, were quickly absorbed, and then disappeared. At the same time, a European-style red signature and a beautiful font appeared in the lower right corner, Xu Yanxi.

The woman with heavy makeup widened her eyes, "How can my name appear here?" I obviously didn't sign it... “

Jumo also cut his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood. After the blood was absorbed, a blood-red word appeared in the lower right corner of the same signing agreement, Giant Mold.

Soi Ying solemnly put away the two signing agreements and said calmly: "Congratulations to the two of you for becoming ghost live broadcasters, your mobile phones have been loaded with the company's live broadcast system, as long as you go to the venue at the specified time for live broadcasting." ”。

Ju Mo opened his phone and saw an unfamiliar APP appear on the desktop, the ghost live broadcast system. Everything here is weird and cannot be explained by common sense.

Turn on the live broadcast system, and there will be a red countdown above to remind everyone that there are 9 hours and 48 minutes left until the next live broadcast.

Jumo glanced at the time, and nine hours later, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.

[On-site tips].

Have you ever taken the last train on 609? How many rumors have you heard about the last train? Live on time tonight to reveal the hidden truth.

"The last train ......" Ju Mo's expression changed slightly, she must have heard the terrifying rumors about the last train.

There was a drunken man who took the last train and saw that it was full of people, young and old, and wondered why there were so many people in the middle of the night. He found a random place to sit down, and fell asleep, I don't know how long. When I woke up the next day, I found that the car I was sitting in had turned into scrap metal and was parked in front of the processing plant. The occupants of the car were gone, and the only thing in the coin box was the coin he had put in the previous night.

I heard that this car was disposed of as scrap a year ago, and I don't know why it reappeared in front of the treatment plant.

This matter made a big fuss. Some people say that a drunk person mistakenly rides a ghost car, and the whole car is dead... But in the end, it was concluded that he was drunk and mistook the abandoned car for a bus.

What the truth of the matter is, only the drunks themselves know.

Thinking of this, Ju Mo shuddered, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she was already standing at the door of Wanghu Tower. She was still sitting in the office just now, why... In an instant she arrived

Ju Mo looked surprised and hurriedly walked into Wanghu Tower. People come and go in front of the elevator. She stared blankly at the three elevators, speechless.

There are only three elevators...

But she clearly remembers that she took the fourth elevator to room D18.

Ju Mo held his phone tightly, looking at the ghost live broadcast app on it, and felt a chill down his spine. She had a hunch that everything in the live broadcast room was real, and there were really ghosts.

She didn't know if tonight's live broadcast would be safe and sound. If she does get on the ghost car, it will be miserable.

"Ji Huai... Did you really disappear because of the live stream? ”。

The ghost live room she knew was only superficial, and the more she explored, the more terrifying it became. She felt it.

In any case, the only way to find Ji Huai is through live broadcast. What Soi Ying said before had a deep meaning, and he knew what she was looking for.

Jumo left with a melancholy expression.