Ji Mingxu stared at the screen blankly, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "Did something strange appear on the wall behind me just now?"

Shi Xi said “hmm” and calmly explained: “It seems like he wants to take your position as an intern. He greeted the audience enthusiastically.”

"...That won't do," Ji Mingxu's expression softened a little, and he blinked at the camera: "Good evening, everyone. I'm Ji Mingxu, the trainee anchor of the Ghost Detective Live Room. Although I'm a rookie in live broadcasting, I have a lot of experience in encountering evil spirits!"

[I don’t want to be hooked either, but he winked at me and called me family. ]

【Brother Ji, please respond to the rumors of his retirement, so that we can feel more at ease. 】

[Haunted experience? Do you mean recording a strange experiencer? Isn't that a script? 】

After Ji Mingxu finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew around, rustling the green plants in front of the bookstore. A piece of waste paper flew in from somewhere and hit Ji Mingxu's face accurately with a "pop" sound.

Ji Mingxu was startled and quickly peeled off the paper. It was a very thin, wrinkled piece of paper with a line of crooked bloody words written on it: "Welcome, you, oh!"

Ji Mingxu saw that the words were a little wet, so he rubbed them with his fingertips, and sure enough, they were stained with scarlet. He looked up at the screen, and the sides of his face were also stained with red, emitting a faint, disturbing smell of blood.

"Just written." Ji Mingxu's fingers felt numb for a moment, he crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can on the roadside.

"That piece of paper..." Jiaming said uncertainly, "It's a bit like the paper used to make paper figurines."

Shi Xi would order a batch of paper-made items from Bai Zhi every once in a while and burn them for his master and friends. Jia Ming often helped and could recognize him at a glance.

Ji Mingxu felt terrible: "Am I being targeted?"

Jiaming pulled out a hand and patted his shoulder sympathetically: "The ghosts are very good at targeting people. Before you came, I was the one who was targeted."

If it weren’t for that ghost who provoked Shi Xi just now, are you kidding me? Don’t you want to die?

Ji Mingxu lowered his eyes and looked like an emoticon: I don’t know how to describe my moodjpg.

[Q: How many anchors are there in this live broadcast? ]

[Answer: Four, and one ghost anchor who doesn't show his face but is everywhere, always ready to replace Ji Mingxu.]

[This is my first time in this live studio, the effect is so realistic. ]

[This is a warm reminder from an old fan. It is best to treat this live broadcast as a script, otherwise you will not be able to sleep at night. ]

"As everyone knows, the live broadcast locations I chose in the past were mostly abandoned haunted houses and dilapidated temples that were active in urban rumors. Today is a little different," Jiaming returned to the topic and introduced to the audience: "I came here because I accepted a commission to exorcise evil spirits. The client is the owner of this bookstore. She agrees with the live broadcast and is willing to appear on the show. Let's go find the owner to find out what's going on."

Shi Xi rang the doorbell, and the bookstore owner who had been waiting for them came running over and opened the glass door: "Come in!"

The bookstore owner is a gentle young woman wearing a white sweater. She is a little reserved in front of the camera: "I have prepared some hot drinks. Let's sit down and chat."

At the table, everyone was given their favorite hot drinks and snacks.

The bookstore owner was very nervous at first, but soon found that these big stars were very easy-going, and slowly relaxed: "You can just call me Ruoruo. I briefly told Mr. Jiaming about my situation on the phone before."

"Can you tell me more in detail?" Jiaming said.

Ruoruo nodded and said, "I took over this bookstore more than a month ago. As you can see, there are many old books here. You can read, work or rest in the store by just ordering a drink. New and second-hand books are also sold here. All the books in the store were resold to me at a low price by the previous owner. This is the premise."

Shi Xi looked around. This bookstore had two floors and was not very large. On the first floor there was a bar selling drinks and coffee, a few desks, two walls of books, and a ladder for getting books on the side.

Shi Xi took a sip of pumpkin milk and suddenly realized that only Ruoruo's drink was at room temperature and not emitting any steam. She looked at Ruoruo again and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Well, go on."

"Seven days ago, when I was tidying up the bookshelf, I found a novel manuscript," Ruoruo clenched the cup in her hand, "I was attracted by the title and opened it."

"Novel manuscript?"

"Um."

Ruoruo took out a wooden box from under the table, placed it on the table, and opened it in front of everyone. In the box was a brown paper book with a line of neat words written in black handwriting: A Strange Story.

This book looks ordinary, but it has a magical power that tempts people to open it.

Ji Mingxu thought of the cursed mask that left a horrible shadow on him, resisted the urge to open the book, and turned his head to look aside.

"What happened after you read this novel?" Shi Xi asked.

"It starts with its content. This novel tells a very short ghost story." Ruoruo organized the language: "When the heroine was half asleep, she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. She woke up with a start, pricked up her ears, and heard regular and heavy knocks. She tiptoed to the door, trying to see through the peephole who was knocking, but the knocking sound disappeared, and there was nothing outside the door.

"The heroine thought someone knocked on the wrong door and didn't pay much attention to it. As a result, she heard knocks again on the second night. This time she counted six knocks in total. On the third night, she heard five knocks... She installed a surveillance camera at the door, but didn't capture anything.

"This strange phenomenon continued until the seventh night. She was afraid to sleep and stared at the door with her heart pounding. She was nervously waiting for a knock on the door so that she could call the police. But this time, there was no knock on the door. She saw a ghost walk through the door and said to her with a smile, 'The countdown is over.'"

"It was a very ordinary ghost story, only the last sentence was a little scary. I put the manuscript back and soon forgot about it." Ruoruo bit her lip and her face turned pale. "But that night, when I was half asleep, I heard seven knocks on the door."

Ruoruo's words were very immersive. Jiaming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Your last sentence was scary enough."

Ji Mingxu was calmer than Jiaming. He looked at Ruoruo thoughtfully, "So you think the ghost came to find you?"

Ruoruo raised her eyes, her eyes red: "It has been knocking on the door for seven consecutive days. Today is the last day, so I can only ask you for help."

Jiaming looked at Shixi: "Xiaoshi, what do you think?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on Shi Xi.

Shi Xi put down the cup, looked into Ruoruo's eyes, and smiled at her, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "You tell a good story, you are worthy of being a novelist."

Ruoruo's expression froze for a moment, and soon changed into a confused expression: "Teacher Shi, what do you mean?"

"The client will not tell his or her own horrific experience into a perfect and vivid story," Shi Xi said calmly, "at least he or she will not be so calm on the last day of the countdown. Your acting is too fake. So I think you are the owner of this manuscript. The real Ruoruo read the manuscript and you came to find her."

"Also, the Yin energy in your body has not been completely removed."

Ji Mingxu also noticed something was wrong, but his thoughts were confirmed, which made him even more horrified! This meant that the person sitting opposite him... was a ghost!

"You are indeed professional actors and a professional exorcism team. Yes, I made up the story on the spot. There was no countdown or ghost knocking on the door. The manuscript tells a different story. However, I seem to have a talent for telling horror stories."

"Ruoruo" raised the corner of her lips, her demeanor completely changed, and a layer of ghostliness gathered on her gentle face: "Mr. Jiaming is listening very attentively, isn't he?"

"..." Jiaming, the only victim who was deceived, said: "You are the horror story itself, okay?"

"Ruoruo" spread her hands and said, "Don't be angry, I just want to test your level. I'm not the real bad guy in this bookstore. What if your level is not good enough? Wouldn't it be a waste?"

[I'm scared! What's going on now? Is the bookstore owner possessed? Is there a second ghost in the bookstore? ]

[The one who stole the spotlight outside the bookstore? ]

[Wow, this NPC's acting is so good, the transformation happened in an instant! ]

[What if... there is no script... and she is not an NPC...]

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