Strange talk live room

I didn’t expect that I also have fans.

"Whether you believe it or not, everything I encountered during the live broadcast was real and was not rehearsed in advance." I thought about it and started talking to the man.

He is an audience member of the Guitan live broadcast room. Talking to him about things related to the live broadcast room should not be considered a leak.

And I can also get clues about the live broadcast room from the perspective of his audience.

"Wow, that's so exciting! Boss Li, can you take me with you next time? I like this kind of mysterious and weird things the most!" The man clicked his tongue.

He is very young, probably in his early twenties, the age when he pursues excitement.

I smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid not. The live broadcast process is far more dangerous than what you see. When you experience this, you will understand that the ordinary life is the happiest."

"It looks so deep, what a pity!"

The young man shook his head and reached out to tease the fat cat on my shoulder.

"Hey, this cat of yours looks very interesting. Will you bring it to the next live broadcast? I heard that black cats can be psychic."

But the fat cat seemed to hate it and avoided his hand with an evil look.

I took another look and saw that his face was a little gloomy and he yawned from time to time. He seemed to be in low spirits. He might have stayed up late the night before.

"You'll know when the next live broadcast happens. Remember to watch on time and get rewards." I laughed, then asked, "Can I ask, what platform did you see my live broadcast from?"

"Don't you know it yourself? Sometimes late at night, a window will pop up automatically on your phone, just click on it." The man asked strangely, "Your team is too powerful, is it possible to plant some virus in our phones?" Already?"

"But your recharge system is a bit strange. You can reward without recharging money. So how do you make money? Advertising fees?"

"Sorry, my number has arrived. Let's talk again when we have a chance."

I couldn't answer this question, so I took the opportunity to leave.

There is no doubt that the energy of the Guitan live broadcast room is very powerful, but what is the meaning of the existence of this live broadcast room?

I was thinking about the little question mark if you have many friends.

You can reward without paying any money, which means that the purpose of the live broadcast room is not money. What exactly does it want to get from the audience?

What do you want from me?

The answer is unsolvable.

But I have a vague intuition that the live broadcast seems to revolve around the twenty-eight constellations.

Perhaps, by unlocking the secrets of the twenty-eight constellations, we can unlock the secrets of the live broadcast room.

When all the truth comes out, that's when I get out of all this trouble.

After completing the formalities and driving back to the village in the city, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

The rush hour after get off work has not yet arrived, and the roads are still smooth.

Halfway through the journey, the fat cat became unruly and kept turning around on the seat. He also kept scratching my clothes or the window with his paws, as if he was very anxious.

"Too boring?"

I opened the car window to let some fresh air in and it was still the same.

"Does the cat get car sick?" I didn't know what happened to it. It was driving on the road and couldn't stop. "Don't make trouble. We'll be home in a minute."

The fat cat became more and more uneasy, suddenly jumped on my lap and slipped to my feet.

I only felt my right foot sink, and I stepped on the brake involuntarily.

The car screeched to a halt.

"Hey, you stinky cat" I was about to blame, when there was a sudden loud bang in front of me, followed by a sharp and heartbreaking sound of brakes.

I was startled and turned around to look.

On the road, a small car collided with an oncoming truck. The entire front of the small car was shattered. Glass shards and metal pieces were scattered on the ground. The people inside were probably in danger.

The truck was lying in the middle of the road, and the cars around him braked loudly.

My eyes widened, and I felt cold in my heart. If I hadn't stopped the car just now, I might not have been spared.

Looking down at the fat cat climbing onto my knees, I was shocked.

Could it be that the reason why it prevented me from going out today and the 'making trouble' just now was to save me?

The large truck blocked the road and made it impossible for vehicles to pass. Soon police cars and ambulances arrived.

I got out of the car with Fat Cat in my arms and stood among the crowd of spectators.

The people in the car were rescued. They were covered in blood and miserable. They were probably dead.

That car had a temporary license plate, and it was obviously a new car that I had just bought. It was a pitiful accident when it happened not long after driving.

I shook my head sadly, and accidentally discovered that the bloodstained face of the person who had the accident looked familiar, as if I had seen it not long ago.

It's him!

My eyes suddenly opened wide and my heartbeat almost skipped a beat.

You are an audience in the live broadcast room. Little question mark, do you have many friends?

He was the one who had the accident!

I was beyond shocked.

Thinking of his gloomy expression and the fat cat's movements to avoid his hand, he couldn't help but look at the plump guy in his arms.

"Can you tell something is going to happen to him today?"

The fat cat just meowed, and didn't even utter words.

This cat is not only smart, but can also predict danger. Didn’t I find a treasure?

But I'm not happy at all.

Even the tragic death of a stranger in a car accident is enough to make people sympathize, let alone the water friends in the ghost talk live broadcast room.

If I had known better, I should have used the Sky Eye Qi Observation Technique to take a look at his aura, and maybe I could have saved his life.

The traffic slowly dispersed, and when we returned to the village in the city, it was already dark.

After parking the car, I went to the pet store and bought some things for raising cats, planning to raise the fat cat.

The cat's bed and food bowl are placed in the shop, but the fat cat doesn't smell the cat food and doesn't go to sleep in the cat's bed. It just likes to stay on the counter.

"What should I call you?"

The fat cat squatted on the counter, with my newly bought bell collar hanging around its neck. He raised a paw to his mouth and licked it. It looked like the Lucky Cat, the mascot of the store.

"In that case, let's call you Wangcai!" After touching the fat cat's head, I was very satisfied with this festive name.

The fat cat meowed, not sure whether he liked it or opposed it.

Late at night.

I sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced the exercises with my eyes closed.

But I was restless, and there was always a little question mark in my mind: Do you have many friends who died tragically? The car accident in the afternoon was like a shadow hovering in my mind.

I don’t know if what happened these days has made me too sensitive. I always feel that this incident is a bit weird, as if everyone who has anything to do with the live broadcast room has a bad ending.

But the car accident was just an accident. There was no reason for the Guitaan live broadcast studio to kill viewers?

Unless, this audience did something.

Leaking the secrets of the live broadcast room to the outside world?

The truth is unknown.

The next few days were quiet.

I practiced in my shop every day, racing against time to learn how to gather thunder before the next live broadcast.

When I finally felt a faint gathering of thunder in the palm of my hand, the seventh day also arrived.