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Behind every live broadcast, there was a hidden secret. As the cameras were turned on and off, what you saw was a completely different world.

My story begins here too!

I leaned back on the sofa, my left leg resting leisurely on my right leg. There was a terrifying doll behind me, and beside it a corpse with a severed neck. It looked eerie and terrifying, but I wasn't afraid, because I was used to it.

My name is Xia Mo, summer's summer, foam, in truth there is no special meaning to it, it was randomly picked up by my father who likes to drink and gamble, and it is said that on the day my mother gave birth to me, because he was a girl, he drank all the way to his mouth, thus he had Xia Mo.

Not long after I began to remember, I was sent to the countryside in the midst of the noise of my parents, when I hid behind my mother and refused to go out.

This is the first time I've seen my grandma. I don't know why, but they all seem very reluctant to mention this name, and no one ever mentions my grandpa.

Hiding behind, I peeked ahead. The person in front of me had a bent back, while my grandmother's figure seemed very small. The next moment, I subconsciously shrank back.

Grandma looked up at me, and it was then that I noticed that she had a large, particularly frightening sarcoma on her face.

I shouted about wanting to go back, but I was mercilessly left behind. No matter how much I cried, I was unable to keep the two people who were determined to leave. Just like that, I stayed there.

After a long time, I began to find that my grandmother was really very good, at least from the bottom of my heart, but I don't know why, but everyone in the village was afraid of my grandmother.

All the kids around my age would point at my nose and shout, "Your grandmother is Ghastly Witch."

I felt wronged at the time, my grandmother put her arm around me, patted my shoulder to coax me, told me some strange stories.

When I was eight years old, I came back from school and saw two particularly large flowers in front of my grandmother's house. They were colorful and very beautiful.

In the middle of the yard, there was a shed, made of simple wooden planks, with a few people sitting on it, puffing their cheeks and blowing the loudspeakers in their hands. Below them were a few people kneeling, wearing strange things on their heads.

I asked Grandma why anyone was crying.

Grandma said that if someone left, they would cry because they could not bear to leave, but tears would lie, and you would understand when you grew up.

That night, I don't know why, but I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. Grandmother wasn't sleeping in her room, and the blanket was empty.

It was a bit of a piss then, the countryside was all dry toilets, made of planks in the yard, the crude kind, and I got out of bed in a daze and pushed open the door from the inner room. The door of my grandmother's house was very broken, and the glass on it was broken in a big way, but it was stuck with newspaper, and when the wind came in there was a rattle and rattle.

My grandmother wasn't there. I pushed open the outer door and walked out. There was a person standing in front of the door.

The man was standing there with his back bent. It must be Grandma, because when I ran to him and opened the gate, he actually went into the yard next door.

I followed him inside. The shed was still there, and the people who were kneeling there were no longer there.

I could vaguely see that there was someone inside, so I carefully made my way inside, constantly calling grandma. That person slowly turned around, and turned out to be Grandpa Liu from next door.

"Little Mo, you must be hungry. This is for you to eat."

"I don't want it." I hastily waved my hand. This was something that my grandmother had taught me.

"Eat, grandpa will also eat."

Crunch, crunch, crunch. Grandpa Liu chewed on the candy in his hand and let out a crisp sound.

Looking at the red candy, I couldn't help but reach out my hand. Just as I was about to stuff it into my mouth, I heard Grandma say, "Put it down."

At that moment, Grandma ran really fast. She rushed in front of me and knocked away the candy in my hand.

I cried, I felt very wronged, my grandmother covered my eyes, then what happened, I had no idea.

The next day, they heard that Grandpa Liu, who lived next door, died the day before yesterday. Because of his age, he accidentally ate and choked to death.

This didn't affect me too much, because I was still young and I didn't know what would happen if I died. I'm just curious about who the person I saw that night was! If it wasn't for Grandma, why would she be standing in front of Grandma's house with her back bent?

When I was in middle school, my parents finally took me back to the city. It was also my first time living in a big house, watching the cars on the street and then sitting on the toilet that could flush, but I still missed living in the countryside, free and unrestrained, at least not listening to the grown-ups' arguments every day.

On the first day of transfer, I was humiliated, because I suddenly shouted out in the classroom. Teacher Han, who was in the middle of lecturing, turned her head and looked at me, "Xia Mo, are you alright?"

He was the head of the junior high school Chinese Literature team. He was a handsome man and his voice was very pleasant to hear. Many girls in the class secretly liked him. Teacher Han smiled at me.

I was covered in cold sweat because during class I saw Teacher Han's other face, a distorted face.

The next day, Teacher Han died. Last night, she committed suicide in the school dormitory. When she died, her face was completely deformed, which was especially frightening. Later on, they heard that this male teacher had a family, and then he even messed around with the female student, causing the female student's stomach to swell, causing the female student to commit suicide.

After that, things got stranger and stranger around me, and I hardly ever talked to anyone. My mother worried about my autism, because she felt guilty about sending me to the country. She took me to the hospital a few times.

Later on, I didn't want to go to that place anymore, because there would be something more horrible there.

Fortunately, I was able to get into university successfully. Finally, I was able to do what I loved to do by myself. Just like how I did in the countryside when I was young, I was able to run around crazily in the vast wilderness.

Alright, after graduating successfully, I applied for the live broadcast company's anchorman position and was transferred to the 404 live broadcast studio. I didn't expect that this would actually be a live broadcast studio.

And tonight's live broadcast was about "Death."

What is death?

Some people said it was fated. Hades wanted you dead at midnight, and he would not let you live past the fourth. In my eyes, death has long since become a habit. Death due to illness, suicide, accidents … If you didn't think about it carefully, you wouldn't have thought that death had so many ways to go.

If it were you, which would you choose?

I knew that the next moment, someone was going to die, and it was going to happen after the 404 screen appeared, and all I had to do was stop this death from happening.

Crunch, crunch, the sound of a door being blown open behind me. I didn't look back because I clearly remembered that this time I had closed the door very carefully when I entered. The windows of the entire fourth floor were sealed, there was no wind at all.

I was used to this. I looked up and saw that there were only three minutes left. At that moment, I stared at the screen, and my entire body involuntarily moved forward.

The screen lit up.

A woman appeared on the screen, and I saw a blank look in her eyes. The next moment, she raised her arm, and I clearly saw that she was holding a knife in her hand.

Immediately after, the woman raised her arm and crazily stabbed at her chest, fresh red blood gushing out of her body.

This was not a ghost movie, but a real live broadcast.

Since the first day I entered the 404 live broadcast room, I had been stuck in it. It was like a nightmare that kept haunting me, making it impossible for me to escape.

The next moment, the woman raised her hand again, stabbing the sharp knife into the woman's face, and then slashing it downwards.

"No."

I couldn't help but shout out. The screen on my monitor suddenly went black. I took a deep breath. Even under such circumstances, I still felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness.

The calmness just now was only an act. There were only thirty seconds left, and the answer I wanted would appear in those last few seconds. It was like a promise.

"XXX parking lot", at the end of the time, a bloody line appeared on the screen.