She had checked all of this information beforehand. It would be too hasty to come here without any preparation.

The popularity of the live broadcast room reached 10,000 in the blink of an eye. Before the murder became popular, the popularity of Jumo's live broadcast room had always been low, but now it is growing rapidly.

Saying that the stories she tells are scary and attractive, probably because of her face now.

The mysterious beauty is a live broadcast of spiritual exploration, and the contrast between the two is what attracts the audience.

[I'm so scared, I really want my sister to hug me, twitter......]

[Is it disgusting upstairs?] You really want my wife to hug you].

That's where I started recognizing my wife. Don't look at the beautiful half of your face, maybe take off the mask and turn off the filter to scare you to death. 】。

[Are you a new user upstairs?] Don't you know that our platform focuses on natural beauty? Is there no place to turn on the filter at all? 】。

Jumo also knew this after watching the barrage.

This live streaming software is very interesting.

She didn't continue to speak, and walked towards the unfinished building.

The site was overgrown with weeds, bricks piled up in many places, and the towering floors were covered with rebar.

It has been abandoned for a long time, and the buildings are starting to turn yellow and even dirty.

It's already past two o'clock in the afternoon, and the construction of the house has not yet been completed, extending in all directions, so the lighting is not bad.

Yes, the whole building is not dark at all, and it is not scary at all.

Everyone in the live broadcast room is suggesting that if Jumo really wants to do a supernatural live broadcast, it is best not to come during the day, but at night.

How could Jumo not understand this, it's just that she came to save people, and the live broadcast was just a way to fish in troubled waters.

As she went upstairs, she suddenly felt like she had stepped on a puddle of soft stuff.

She looked down and saw that it was a mass of rotting flesh that looked extremely disgusting.

Jumo is not a forensic doctor, but Ah Sheng is a top student in the forensic department. For a common topic, she also put together several books on forensic science. Compared with professional players, it is definitely not good, but compared with amateur players, Jumo still knows more.

She picked up a steel bar and flipped the piece of meat over, a pungent stench wafting out of her nostrils.

The flesh contains a yellow, viscous semi-solid that looks a bit like...

Jumo whispered, "Pig fat is white, while human fat is yellow......"

Barrage:

[My God, the anchor means that these yellow things are human fat. 】。

[Could it be human flesh?] 】。

Do you want to call the police? 】。

[Why call the police, this is probably a prop prepared by the anchor in advance. 】。

It's just a piece of meat, and you're scared, you're too cowardly. 】。

Jumo didn't look at the barrage, she was still studying the piece of meat: "Judging by the degree of decay and the recent temperature, this piece of meat should have been stored for a few days. ”。

That is, this piece of meat should not belong to these two policemen.

Jumo stopped touching his flesh and continued to go upstairs with the steel bar.

When she reached the second floor, she couldn't help but frown.

This unfinished building has been abandoned for a long time, so there is a lot of dust on the stairs. Strangely, the ash on the first floor is relatively intact, but there is a row of footprints on the second floor going up.

Jumo lifted his foot and compared. This size should be a female footprint.

Jumo looked at the structural drawings of the unfinished building, which had only one staircase, which meant that unless the two policemen were off the beaten path, there should have been their footprints on the stairs.

Could it be that after the two policemen went up, someone sprinkled some dust on it and stepped on it.

But why would you want to do it.

The people in the live broadcast room didn't know what Jumo was thinking, they were still discussing.

[This footprint looks as big as the owner's footprint.] Is there a cute girl upstairs waiting for the anchor. Hee-hee, is she holding a shovel in her hand, ready to smash the anchor's beautiful head to pieces? 】。

[What kind of perverted remarks are this upstairs.] 】。

[However, the size of these footprints ...... It can be said that it is exactly the same, is it a coincidence? 】。

Jumo didn't think much about it at first, but when she saw this scene, a terrifying thought came to her mind, could these footprints be hers.

However, how did she leave footprints before going upstairs, and she was able to erase the footprints on the first floor.

Will it be a cycle.

Before doing this, Jumo had never thought in this direction, but now she had to think in this direction.

After all, the ghost story she created with her own hands has come true.

Drums are generally round.

Circular end-to-end connectivity, over and over again.

The unfinished building was half-repaired, and then work was stopped. The stairs had no handrails at all, and she had been pushed down the stairs just now. She didn't feel safe at all, she just dared to stick to the wall and go a little further.

As she leaned against the wall, she suddenly noticed a blood-red handprint on the wall.

She compared it from afar, and found that the handprint was exactly the same size and texture as her own.

No, it's exactly the same as the weird face of the original owner.

Jumo suddenly felt a little itchy.

The itch wasn't as scary as it was when she first put on a weird face, but it was so dense that it was impossible to ignore.

She lifted her clothes and took a look, surprised to find that the wounds on her body were healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Beautiful... How could it be incomplete. The sweet voice sounded again.

But Ju Mo no longer felt that she was wordy, and asked silently in his heart: "Could it be that you saved me just now." ”。

How could she have forgotten that in addition to the female ghost in red, there were some weird faces.

"It wasn't an old woman in red who saved you. I'd love to help, but ...... Unless I completely occupy your body, my abilities can only be limited to you, such as helping you mend small wounds or something, so give me your body. "Beautiful and powerful, isn't it desirable?".

Jumo, who threw it away after using it, began to feel that the weird face was long-winded again.

"She helped me because I saved her daughter." Jumo did not forget the daughter of the female ghost in red. However, apart from her name, she didn't know anything else, let alone find someone.

She picks up the phone that fell to the ground.

The phone's screen is a little broken, but it's okay, barely working.

When her face appeared in the live broadcast room, the barrage boiled.

[It turns out that the anchor is still alive, I thought you were dead. 】。

[Oh my God, the anchor's head and body are covered in blood, it's too scary to watch.] Take your mask off and let me see if your face is broken. 】。

The above emphasis is wrong. 】。

[Yan Gou is a real hammer. 】。

It looked like he had fallen hard and his head was bleeding. 】。

It's good to be alive. It's good to be alive. 】。

I almost called the police. 】。

Ah, I've called the police and I've called an ambulance. 】。

Seeing the barrage alarm, Jumo couldn't help frowning.