Strange talk live room

In the small and gloomy room, the knife marks all over the wall were proof of Song Yalan's existence. It was shocking at the time, but now it suddenly feels extremely desolate.

A living person clearly exists in this world but is forgotten by everyone. What is the difference between a living person and a person who is dead?

Isn't this what Song Yalan said to me when I first met her.

"No, I don't believe it! You must be lying. If no one remembers her, why would you remember her?" After painstakingly tracing her for a long time, Zhan Lan couldn't accept this fact and threw the phone back to me.

"You ask me, who should I ask? I also want to know the answer to this question!" I still had half a sentence left.

If it weren't for Song Yalan, how could I have gotten involved in the Ghost Talk Live Broadcast Room?

However, her words reminded me.

I recalled a clue that I had ignored before. When Song Yalan asked me for help, she once said that no one else could see her, but only me. Why?

"You are good at pretending, but unfortunately I won't be fooled by you! Answer my question, why are you the only one who remembers her? Did you do something to her?" Zhan Lan bit his lip.

"I'm not the only one who remembers it, don't you do it too? Why do you remember it?" I put out the cigarette butt and asked.

"Me?" Zhan Lan was stunned and couldn't answer.

"Miss Zhan, I suggest you stop investigating her affairs and just treat her as if she has never existed in this world. There are some things you cannot afford to offend."

I don’t know how these strange things beyond imagination are realized, but I know that it must be related to the Kaitan live broadcast room.

A terrifying guess vaguely took shape in my heart, and a huge sense of crisis enveloped my whole being.

Invisibly, it seemed as if a big net was covering me and it was slowly tightening.

Zhan Lan didn't know much, so I didn't want to talk anymore, so I stood up and prepared to leave.

"What? What do you mean by evil again?" Zhan Lan snorted coldly, holding the dagger tightly with his white fingers.

"Stop pretending to be a ghost! I don't believe that there are so-called ghosts and gods in the world. This must be an organized and premeditated conspiracy. I must get to the bottom of it!"

"Tell me, where is my sister?" She blocked the door with a cold face.

"Miss Zhan, think about it! Even if I kidnap your sister, can I make so many people forget about her?"

"Maybe this is a new type of hypnosis, you are a huge evil organization"

"Miss Zhan, you have such a big brain. It would be a pity not to write a novel."

I shook my head, pushed her hand away, and strode outside.

"Stop!"

Zhan Lan chased him out.

"Even if you are not an accomplice, you must know something! Don't even think about leaving like this. If you don't tell me clearly, I will call the police!"

"Then give it a try and see if the police believe what you say."

Pushing open the door, I walked out of the Eight Immortals Bun Shop.

The night was very dark, with only a few street lights shining dimly on the chaotic streets of the urban village.

"Hey, don't leave!" Zhan Lan grabbed my clothes arrogantly, with considerable strength.

I leaned close to Zhan Lan's heroic and beautiful face and looked directly into her bright eyes: "Miss Zhan, how is it inappropriate for a man and a woman to have sex on the street? If you do this again, I will call you indecent?"

"You" Zhan Lan's face turned red and she let go of her hand. I took the opportunity to run away.

"Li Yunfeng, you can escape but the monk cannot escape from the temple! If you don't reveal the clues for a day, I won't let you go!"

Zhan Lan's angry voice echoed in the deserted street, and I ran all the way back to my shop without looking back.

Lock the door and close the windows.

Zhan Lan didn't chase him again.

Sitting alone in the shop, looking at the large black phone with a cold screen in my hand, I lit another cigarette.

On the screen, the photo icon looked like a corpse, with an expressionless face, like a dead person.

The more I looked at it, the more my heart sank.

Total obliteration, I think I know what that word really means.

It's not as simple as simply killing a person, but completely erasing the traces of that person's existence in the world. It's better to be alive than dead.

It's just death, at least someone still remembers him.

If the live broadcast is not completed, the next person to disappear from the world in this way will be me!

The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and before he knew it, the pack of cigarettes had reached the bottom, and his lungs were burning.

I looked out the window at the endless darkness, feeling unprecedented pressure and fear, and finally understood Song Yalan's mood when she wrote that sentence in her diary.

The first live broadcast seemed to be just for me to experience it, and overall it was a near miss.

But during the second live broadcast, I began to feel the pressure, and it was no longer easy to survive.

The subsequent live broadcasts will become more difficult every time. How far can I survive?

There are only three days left until the next live broadcast.

In the following time, I did not waste time in the village in the city. Instead, I hurriedly visited all the temples and Taoist temples near Dongzhou City to buy as many talismans as possible.

In just three days, more than half of the savings of 100,000 yuan was squandered.

Finally that night, I found Wang Laizi and asked him to help me distinguish the authenticity of the talismans.