Chapter 323 Helpline

"Red and white, this color scheme is rare to see on the market. Did you see it wrong?" I asked casually, wanting to get more information.

"Absolutely impossible. I was very nervous at the time. She acted so strangely. I focused all my attention on her except driving. How could I remember it wrong?"

The young driver swore so confidently, but I thought about something deeper: "Is it possible that it is a white dress with the red stains on it being blood?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the driver's expression suddenly turned bad, and his tone became a little uncertain: "Probably not, the blood stains cannot be spread so evenly on the clothes."

"Please tell me more about the style of that dress, and I'll analyze it for you." Taking a puff of cigarette, I tried to find clues about the live broadcast from the driver's words.

He organized his words and recalled: "The base of the white dress has even circles of red lines on it. It doesn't look like blood spatters, but more like a pattern drawn by a child. Besides, if she is stained How could I let her get in the car if there was blood?"

"A circle of red lines? What's the meaning of this?" I pondered deeply and was about to ask the driver more when a faint light shone from the pocket of my pants.

The light is not too conspicuous. If I hadn't lowered my head and thought, I wouldn't have seen it: "Is someone calling me?"

I went to pick up the cell phone in my pocket, but suddenly stopped when I reached out halfway.

"No! This is a cell phone for the underworld show!" My hand stopped on my pocket, and I hesitated for a while before taking out the large-screen phone.

The pale cold light shone in the car, and the screen did show that someone had dialed the call. There was no caller ID. I didn't know who it was. I could only see the two options above - answer or hang up.

"It shouldn't be. Nothing like this has ever happened in the first eight live broadcasts. The underworld show mobile phone will only receive calls at eight o'clock in the evening on the day when the live broadcast starts. It's almost nine o'clock now. Who could make this call? "According to my previous experience, all the people who can get through the phone number for the show in the underworld are deceased people: "Could it be a wrong call?"

I smiled bitterly and didn't dare to answer the call rashly. One live broadcast task already made me want to die. If another one comes...

My rich facial expressions attracted the attention of the young taxi driver. He had just experienced what happened yesterday and was feeling frightened. As a result, he met me again, and his destination was still very close.

He looked at the heavy black suitcase at my feet. His eyes suddenly opened and he noticed traces of blood remaining on the bottom of the box.

The suitcase followed me for eight live broadcasts. I don’t know when the blood stains were stained on it. It is difficult to clean, and it is not too obvious, so I never paid attention to it. Who would have thought that it would attract a brother at this time? The driver's wild guess.

"Should I answer this call?" The faint cold light on the screen seemed to lower the temperature in the taxi: "It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that cannot be avoided."

I picked up the phone and answered the call: "Hello?"

"The call for help is connected. Both parties are not allowed to reveal any personal information, are not allowed to meet without confirming their identities, and are not allowed to make private agreements that violate the existence of the underworld show! The time limit is one minute, agree to help, and you will be rewarded with five points. The countdown starts now... ..." As soon as the call was connected, the first thing that came over was a cold, emotionless synthesized voice.

"Help call? Is this the help phone function of the Underworld Show? Use ten points in exchange for a one-minute call? This person actually asked me for help? Wait! Are there other anchors of the Underworld Show besides me? Exist?!" I suppressed the doubts in my heart, maintained a calm attitude, said nothing, and waited for the other party to speak.

After a second's pause, a specially processed voice came from the other side of the microphone. You could tell it was a falsetto: "I am now in the underground morgue of Jiangcheng Central Hospital. There is a fox stealing children's bodies. I am not its Opponent, this fox should have become a fox fairy, and his whole body is full of treasures. If you come to help me, the treasures obtained can be divided equally between you and me."

"The fox is stealing the corpse of a child? Why does this description sound like Taoist Master Xianqing lost the corpse of the fox fairy?" I thought in my mind, if it is really the corpse of the fox fairy, I will have a high fever if it doesn't come to trouble me. It smells so good, how could you stupidly run over and throw yourself into the trap.

I was about to refuse, but then I thought about it. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Someone took the initiative to contact me. I have the opportunity to communicate with other show hosts. I can't give up. Besides, there is also a reward of five points, and the value has already caught up. An optional mission.

After careful consideration, I opened my mouth and said, "How can I help you?"

Hearing my words, the other party was obviously relieved: "Bring your magic weapon and come quickly to the underground morgue of Jiangcheng Central Hospital. You and I will join hands to kill this demon. We will share the merits and treasures equally. It can be regarded as a good relationship." edge."

"Run to the hospital morgue to help you? I have other tasks now, so I can't bear to obey." There was not much sincerity in the other party's words. Although it was a falsetto, I could hear that his voice was weak and weak, and it was deliberately lowered. It was obvious that the person asking for help I have been forced into a desperate situation. I have seen with my own eyes what the corpse of the fox immortal is capable of. Taoist Xianqing is two or three realms ahead of me. Even if I invite the ancestor, there is nothing he can do. I am just looking for death.

"Where are you now? I can go find you." One minute passed quickly, and the caller spoke faster.

"Are you worried now? If you want me to help you, just show some sincerity, kill the fox, and share the treasure. What you said is just a lie." After saying that, I was about to hang up the phone and said to myself The live broadcast is about to start, and there is no time to care about others at this time.

The person asking for help on the phone made some more conditions, some of which I had never heard of. I couldn't make up my mind, and when I started to waver, the call was suddenly cut off.

"The one-minute call time is over. Do you want to help the caller?" There was an additional text message in the mailbox of my mobile phone. I thought about it again and again and chose to refuse.

Exploring the truth is not just a matter of time. It is obviously not worth putting yourself in danger for five points: "I will have plenty of opportunities to find out the truth in the future. I will take my time and there is no rush."

I took back my mobile phone and looked forward, and found that the young driver's face suddenly turned very bad. I asked him why, but he didn't want to tell me more. He pushed the accelerator to the bottom and the car was going very fast.

"There is blood under the black box, and the phone call is from the hospital and the morgue. Is this guy a human or a ghost? Could he be the same as the red and white dress yesterday? Oh my God, why do I remember so little? Reply It's better to call the police as soon as you get to the city." The taxi driver muttered, and I could hear clearly because of my excellent hearing. I smiled knowingly and didn't pay much attention to it.

Before reaching the destination, the driver was unwilling to move forward. The suburbs were deserted and he would rather I gave him less money than drag me along.

I had no choice but to get off the bus early with my suitcase in hand, and it was almost eleven o'clock when I walked all the way to Qicun Maternal and Child Health Hospital.

Standing next to the No. 14 station, I looked at the vague outlines of buildings in the darkness in the distance. This place is considered a suburb, there are no lights around, and not a single vehicle can be seen on the wide road for more than ten minutes: "That is the Qicun Maternal and Child Health Hospital. The director is missing, and medical accidents occur frequently. It has been temporarily closed. ."

I lowered my head and looked at the watch: "There's still some time until midnight. I said last live broadcast that it might be the last live broadcast. It's better to start the broadcast in advance this time and explain it to everyone."

I turned on the underworld show camera function and plugged in the mobile encoding stick.

"Image acquisition..."

"The barrage is connecting..."

"The data is stable. Do you want to start the live broadcast?"

"yes."

"Welcome Teletubbies to the live broadcast room, welcome Tieling Biao to the live broadcast room, welcome..."

The live broadcast screen was stable, and my figure emerged clearly. Looking at the rapid increase in popularity, I smiled. The water friends did not seem to abandon me.

"Welcome everyone to the super thriller live broadcast room. Before starting today's live broadcast, I must tell you that the clock at midnight is about to ring, the red and white dress is spinning in the haunted hospital, and the crazy woman wants to The missing child is found, and no matter what the final result is, the horror in this city will continue!"