C52

I don't know why, but with the flash of the golden picture, the entire live broadcast room immediately quietens down. Looking at the time, more than half of the live broadcast is already over. Tonight's live broadcast can be considered as a good start.

I stared at the screen, waiting for his next appearance. Could he really be the childhood playmate that left the village that night, Da Gang?

Actually, I have always had a question on why Da Gang and the others wanted to move overnight, and I felt that it was extremely hurried. When I went to the house the next day, all the things in their house were there, as if only they left.

What did Grandma do in the pool that day? Why did his grandmother, who rarely left the village, appear in the pool at the same time?

Actually, I've asked about this before, but my grandmother never told me. I know that she has many secrets that she has kept from me.

I simply turned on the phone in my golden avatar. As long as he wore the kind of headphones that allowed him to speak, he could direct his voice into the studio. It was also a kind of interaction between the host and the audience.

I heard a cough coming from the studio, probably to start his story. He was nine years old, in the second grade of elementary school, and because of his big build, he had always been the leader of his friends. Boys loved the feeling of being in the lead.

On that day, after school was over, the children decided to go to the willow tree forest in front of the village and hunt birds. Just like what was said before, the lord had reminded them more than once that they were not allowed to go to that forest. At the time, I just thought it was just to scare us.

A child would often challenge the authority of an adult to prove that they had grown up. They were no longer the little brats who relied on an adult for everything. As these few people walked along the river, they discovered a person following behind them.

"That bastard followed us."

"Should I scare her a bit later?" Er Mao said with a smile, a few children had already noticed me following behind, and did my best not to turn around and look, as they were worried that she would not follow us.

"Don't forget, her grandmother is Ghastly Witch." Little Hei was obviously a little scared, but in fact, most of the children in the village were afraid of this person.

"What's there to be afraid of? We're just trying to scare her."

"Fine, we'll hide once we go in. If she dares to come in, we'll jump out immediately. Remember, if you really scared her to the point of crying, go back and ask the lord, just say that she cried herself."

"Then it's decided. Whoever dares to speak of it, I won't play with him in the future." Er Mao pointed out his finger. This was a special agreement between children, so they went into the forest ahead.

"Why haven't we come in yet? Are we afraid of going back?"

A few of them laid behind a willow tree and waited. However, they could not see Xia Mo coming in from outside the forest, and just as they were about to get up from the ground, they vaguely saw a shadow in front of them.

"Over there." Er Mao whispered.

"How is this possible?"

The few of them kept staring at the entrance of the forest, and unexpectedly no one noticed when Xia Mo had entered the forest, and she actually did not even turn her head back as she walked in.

"She went in. What should we do?"

"Follow him. Let's go."

Just like that, a few of Xia Mo's friends followed behind and walked in, quickly arriving at the pond, where they heard stories about children who had drowned in the past.

The water in the pond wasn't as deep as we imagined. When we walked over, we actually saw Xia Mo walking into the pond.

"You're lying." My shouts sounded out from the broadcast room. That time, I was clearly following behind them, but in the end, I found Er Mao and Little Hei crying by the side of the pond.

"Xia Mo, let me finish."

I could only move Mike to the side and continue listening to his story. Actually, the so-called live broadcast is to find a suitable topic to talk about, and then interact with the audience, it's impossible for you to always be talking by yourself. No matter how wonderful your story is, after two hours, there will always be times where you will be tired of it.

I looked at the time. There were only twenty minutes left, and what I was most worried about was whether there would be another image I didn't want to see at the end of the broadcast.

"Xia Mo, Xia Mo." Xia Mo was still walking towards the pond, as if she did not hear anything. At this time, the water in the pond had already reached Xia Mo's thighs.

"What should I do? If this goes on, I will drown."

"Why don't we go back and call for people?"

"It's too late, I'll go save her." After Da Gang finished speaking, he rolled up his pants and went down into the pond. The water in the pond was surprisingly cold, and even then, he still walked in quickly with gritted teeth.

"Xia Mo, it's dangerous inside. Come back." Following Da Gang's shout, Xia Mo, who was in front, did not have any intention of stopping. Actually, the distance between the two was already very close.

He had no choice but to continue walking deeper. The water reached his calves, then his thighs, and his entire body was sinking.

At this time, she really started to get scared. The most unbelievable thing was that Xia Mo had already walked to the middle of the pool, and the water quickly covered her body, leaving only her head exposed.

There was a thick layer of mud beneath the pool. When I stood there, my legs would continuously sink in, and because I was afraid to turn back, it wouldn't be that easy. My feet sank deeper and deeper, and I really felt something grab at my feet.

The broadcast room quieted, the man's voice faded, and I wanted to hear the following story.

At that time, they were very scared, feeling as if they were being grabbed by two ice-cold hands, and then they struggled to pull them underwater as they shouted with all their might.

Later on, I saw your grandmother, the Ghastly Witch that children often talk about. I saw her holding a handful of ash in her hand and raising it towards the pond. That was the whole story.

"In that case, why did you move overnight?"

That night, I heard someone speaking in a daze. I saw your grandmother, she said, the things in the pond had taken a fancy to me, and if I stayed any longer, there would be more accidents in the future, and it would be best if I headed south.

"Are you really Da Gang?"

"You still don't believe me?"

"Alright, it's good that you're fine." I looked at the time. There were only three minutes left, and at that moment, I suddenly tensed up. I also felt a chill at the back of my neck, as if there was someone standing behind you and then blowing on the back of your neck with their mouth.

"You're nervous, what are you afraid of? "It's time, we will meet again."

There was only one minute left, and I didn't have the energy to pay any attention to my childhood playmate. 30 seconds, 20 seconds, I couldn't help but stand up. There were only 10 seconds left, what would happen next.

"One!"

Just as the time was running out, a single word appeared on the screen. The next moment, the live broadcast interface popped up.

Why is it one, what does one mean? I quickly turned around. The door was closed, and the only thing behind me was that terrifying figurine. It seemed like it was gradually getting used to the atmosphere. The doll with the red bloodstain on the corner of its mouth wasn't as scary as it was when I first saw it.

"It's over."

I let out a long breath, picked up my bag from the sofa, and walked out. When I pushed open the door, I couldn't help but glance in the direction of 401, precisely because of the girl called Ya Wen who appeared in the broadcast room 404 that day.

"Xia Mo."

I heard Xu Bing calling me from below. Xu Bing's program ended at 12 o'clock, and because I was worried that I would have to go back alone, I would stay in the broadcast room and wait until 2 o'clock.

"He's coming." I said yes and took a few quick steps down the stairs. Halfway down, I heard the faint sound of a door opening on the fourth floor.