Chapter 463 We don't create corpses, we are just corpse carriers
Wang Jian’s experience is by no means an isolated case.
This is thanks to Guangleng TV’s unreserved streaming on various online platforms.
At this moment, in front of countless screens in the entire ninth district of downtown.
“Ahhhh!!”
There were some brave viewers who were so engrossed in the show that they screamed and kicked over the TV, or picked up the keyboard and smashed the monitor.
In conclusion,
According to incomplete statistics afterwards, the sales of home appliances in District 9 surged by 17% that month.
Among them, the repurchase rate of display screen products hit a historical high.
Just like the slogan Wei Guangming shouted, he would not allow anyone in District 9 to miss out on such a wonderful live broadcast.
He basically did it!
………
Turn back the hands of time a little bit.
Wang Xiuli stumbled out of the house, her hair messy and sticking to her forehead covered with cold sweat.
She stood on the side of the road and waved desperately. A yellow taxi braked suddenly in front of her and the driver rolled down the window.
"Where are you going?"
"Eighth Middle School! Please hurry up."
"Hold!"
The driver's face suddenly changed and he cursed loudly. The tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound and the exhaust gas sprayed Wang Xiuli's face.
The third and fourth cars. Wang Xiuli couldn’t remember how many cars she stopped.
She could only run along the road. She didn't know how long she had been running, but blood was oozing out of the soles of her shoes.
But Wang Xiuli was completely unaware of it, as if the broken glass in her shoe kept cutting her foot as if it were made of iron, even though the sole of her shoe was clearly soaked.
There were bloody footprints on the curb.
Wang Xiuli walked mechanically, her breathing as heavy as an old bellows. Passers-by along the way thought they had met a lunatic and were so scared that they avoided her.
squeak--
Finally, an old model taxi stopped in front of her.
The car window slowly lowered, revealing half of the driver's face wearing a black mask.
He has high brow bones, deep eye sockets, and a few fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
"Where are you going?" The voice was very magnetic, like the resonance of a cello.
"No. 8 Middle School." Wang Xiuli supported herself on her knees and gasped for air. "It's nearby."
The driver looked at the disheveled woman, his eyes lingering on her bloody feet for a few seconds: "Get in the car."
The leather seats in the car were icy cold. Wang Xiuli slumped in the back seat, almost soaked all over.
A faded amulet hung on the rearview mirror, swaying gently as the vehicle started.
The car radio was playing a ghost story. The storyteller's magnetic voice echoed in the car, vividly describing a girl in the school's girls' dormitory, who was sleeping soundly while holding her best friend's head.
Sitting in the car, Wang Xiuli was suddenly aware of the severe pain in her feet.
But she still didn't care, and spoke to the driver anxiously.
"Master, please...be quicker."
The taxi driver glanced at the woman in the rearview mirror.
"The Eighth Middle School"
He turned the steering wheel slowly: "There is a monster over there. Big sister, what are you doing..."
Wang Xiuli replied in a trembling voice: "My daughter, husband, and son are all there."
"oh?"
The driver's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, a rhythm that made people feel uneasy for some unknown reason.
The car accelerated suddenly and the engine roared.
"The whole family is here," he said under the mask with a meaningful sigh, "We have to hurry over."
Wang Xiuli didn't listen to what the driver said at all. She clumsily swiped her phone and it took her two minutes to find the Guangling TV app in the app store.
All her attention was focused on the slowly growing download progress bar.
Every time the number jumps from 10% to 35%, it feels like a century has passed.
The ghost story on the radio was reaching its climax, and the voice was very catchy, but Wang Xiuli didn't hear a word of it.
The taxi driver looked up at the rearview mirror again, frowned slightly, and turned up the volume without saying a word. A strange sound echoed in the car.
But Wang Xiuli's eardrums seemed to be blocked, and her pupils only reflected the damn progress bar - 89%! Ding! The prompt sound of the installation completion was like a heavenly sound.
Wang Xiuli hurriedly opened the app, and the moment the live broadcast screen popped up, two identical eerie smiling faces suddenly filled the entire screen.
Wang Xiuli took a deep breath but still held the phone tightly, her eyes wishing they could drill right into the screen.
The live broadcast screen was shaking violently. In a quick glance, she saw a blurry back of the head on the right edge of the screen, with only about 1/3 of it exposed.
But perhaps it was because mother and daughter were connected, Wang Xiuli felt at first glance that the girl with the whorl of hair looked very much like her own daughter.
"Yu Huai!" Wang Xiuli subconsciously touched the screen, not afraid of touching [Mask]'s cheek, but her fingertips only touched the cold screen.
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The next second, a blinding white light engulfed the entire screen.
In the strong light, the screen in the live broadcast room was spinning, and suddenly, a deformed face appeared on the screen. The latter's eyes could not be opened, the bridge of his nose was obviously broken, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth.
The live broadcast signal was interrupted at this moment, and snow noise filled the screen.
Wang Xiuli's cell phone fell on her lap, and the ghost story on the radio happened to be saying:
".When she finally found her daughter, she discovered that ..."
The ghost story on the radio continued, and the driver's deep voice mixed with the noise of electricity was saying something.
But Wang Xiuli's ear canal was filled with sharp tinnitus, as if there were millions of poisonous bees flapping their wings inside her skull.
My temple was throbbing and my vision was blurry and dizzy.
After a long time, the broadcast in the car stopped and the taxi stopped by the roadside.
"We're here. No. 8 Middle School is right in front of us. I won't drive past that."
Wang Xiuli was stunned for a moment, then she woke up as if from a dream, took out all the money in her pocket and handed it to the driver, then quickly pushed the door and got out of the car.
The place where the taxi was parked was still some distance away from No. 8 Middle School, but not far either.
Wang Xiuli didn't care at all. She got out of the car and ran towards No. 8 Middle School. The blood-stained soles of her shoes left winding blood trails on the asphalt road.
Inside the car, the driver turned off the engine.
He took off his mask, revealing a handsome face.
The blue light from the dashboard flowed across his face, turning his deep eye sockets into two dark lakes.
His eyes were fixed on Wang Xiuli's staggering back until her back completely disappeared in the distance.
"well"
After a while, he sighed and took out a gilded pocket watch from the inner pocket of his woolen coat.
When he touched the tiny inscription on the edge of the watch cover, his fingertips paused slightly - "We don't make corpses, we are just corpse carriers."
The handwriting was a complicated font from the last era, and every stroke looked like solidified blood.
Of course, not every body is worth moving.
"It shouldn't be like this. The bad luck on this woman is so thick that it can drip blood. Why is it that..."
The pocket watch suddenly made a sharp "click" sound, and the rhythm of the second hand became abnormally rapid.
The driver stopped thinking and looked at the manhole cover not far away.
"Never mind. Giving that woman a ride is just a way of showing kindness. Today's main target is..."
The manhole cover not far away was shaking slightly, and the friction between the iron edge and the ground made a teeth-grinding "squeaking" sound.
A swollen and festering palm pushed open the manhole cover with a "pop". The skin on the hand looked like it had been scalded by boiling water. It was covered with pits of various sizes, and the gaps between the nails were filled with black and red dirt.
The ghost radio in the car switched channels and began to tell another gripping story:
".Let's continue with today's special program. Remember, dear listeners, everyone is the protagonist of their own story and also the ghost in their own story!!"
(End of this chapter)
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