This was the second day that Gu Qiao and Qin He were huddled in an unknown basement in the villa area.
Logically speaking, the flow rate of ghost stories and reality is different. No matter how long a person stays in ghost stories, the real world only passes for a few minutes. The two sides are separated by invisible fog and belong to parallel worlds on the same plane.
The inexplicable appearance of reborn people is the biggest bug on both sides. The various inventions of the Kaidan Management Center for Kaidan are countless stones that break the barrier between Kaitan and reality, a system that can detect the completion of Kaitan in real time, a collection of each Kaidan, and Equivalent to a bracelet with a 100% survival rate.
The live broadcast proposed by the upper level is also one of the stones that hits the barrier between the two.
Whether they can successfully unify the flow of time between the two sides is not important to the upper management. What is important is that they can better create panic around the world, and then conduct targeted publicity to lead the strange rumors to where they want.
As for what the consequences will be.
In a word, meat eaters are despicable and they don't care.
Unlike Qin He who was inexplicably imprisoned, Gu Qiao was not completely unaware of the new plan above, but he did not expect those officials to let Mr. Cheng enter Hanjiang so simply.
They were lying on a bed that was not much bigger than a prison canopy bed. The six walls were made of pure reinforced concrete. There were high-precision cameras on all four corners. The incandescent lights were on 24 hours a day. They were dry and pale. There was no decoration at all, not even the time. It was blurry, but there was a dark screen in front of him, so that Mr. Cheng's secretary could promptly inform the two of them of the outside news they wanted them to know.
Gu Qiao looked at the empty ceiling and murmured: "If I don't have to think about the future, it would be nice to be locked up here with you forever."
"You put it lightly."
Qin He laughed inexplicably: "How can you not think about the future? If you really were as cool as you said, you would have been hiding silently with your bracelet by now. How could you be here with me? .”
Neither of them said a word. Qin He knew that Gu Qiao must still have cards in his hand that he had not played out. Gu Qiao was thinking about something in his mind and remained silent when he saw the screen suddenly light up. Xi Yu and Jiang Ying The images of Nian and Li Rusong were divided into three parts and appeared on the screen at the same time.
what's the situation?
Really start broadcasting ghost stories live for the whole world to see?
Gu Qiao stood up suddenly and looked at the three scenes on the screen with a solemn expression.
Jiang Yingnian was in a medieval European castle with a burning fireplace. He didn't know what he saw. He was jumping up and down like a grasshopper. The camera was shaky and he could only see a few white shadows passing by quickly.
Li Rusong seemed to have entered a fairy tale. He was dressed in a large and funny palace dress, and his face was painted colorfully. He looked like a circus clown. He had blended into the ghost story.
In the PC, he is walking weirdly on tiptoes in the palace.
It seems that the situation of these two people is not too dangerous.
Gu Qiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
His next plan is inseparable from these people.
And Xi Yu...
Here, in a dilapidated ancient wooden house, chatting and laughing with the maid, eating self-heating rice? !
WTF? !
Compared with the hard work of the other two, Xi Yu seemed to have entered another instance. This live broadcast had been warmed up on the global network for a long time. The scary atmosphere deliberately created by the host before the live broadcast disappeared under the cheap but delicious self-heating rice. .
The process of the three people on the screen continued. Mr. Cheng sat calmly at the main seat in the conference room. The faint fragrance of tea came from the old ceramic cup at hand. No one would have thought that the cup contained hundreds of thousands of tea leaves per pound.
He watched for a while, then clicked off the screen with a smile, took a slow sip of tea, turned to his secretary and said, "Why do people sitting in our position have to do everything right? In my opinion, the doomsday that those reborn people talk about is It may not be nonsense as considered above.”
"But the higher ups didn't ask you to..."
"Didn't I do everything my leader asked me to do? In the same way, everyone has their own understanding, and of course the specific effects are different."
Mr. Cheng laughed like every time he was in the news: "The world's top priority is to deal with the strange arrival. Naturally, we cannot be vague about matters related to the future of mankind."
The identity of the special-level ghost talk specialist has always been kept secret. This time it was announced. Whether it was the rebels who temporarily occupied the eastern suburbs of Hanjiang or the people under the management of the ghost talk management center, they all watched these three people deal with the ghost talk.
It's not that I really hope to learn powerful survival skills from them. Most people just watch random things in the panic of today and no tomorrow.
At this glance, I saw a scene that looked like an advertisement for self-heating rice.
The reborns had all heard of Xi Yu's name to some extent in their previous lives, and knew that she was more at home in ghost stories than in reality, but they actually saw her in ghost stories eating with a maid who was dead at first glance. Self-heating hot pot is still too advanced for them.
For Xi Yu, this is not a strange talk about rules, but some kind of life variety show?
Before Xi Yu could think clearly about the meaning of what the maid Fuxiu had just said, she heard the wooden door being knocked three times again.
It's not dark yet, and the ghost is coming? So dedicated?
Fuxiu had helped Xi Yu with her mama's affairs, so she didn't say anything. The person outside the door knocked for a while, as if he finally realized that Xi Yu would not open the door for her, and walked to the window again. The thin window screen couldn't cover anything, but Zhou Qingyun's face could be vaguely seen.
What is she here to do?
"Senior, thank you for helping me today."
Zhou Qingyun raised his left hand wrapped with a band-aid and knocked on the window: "I found some new information and wanted to tell you before it gets dark."
After Zhou Qingyun appeared, Fuxiu stopped talking and lowered his head like a wooden man.
"...This information has something to do with the other three people. I, I am afraid that they will hear it, so it is not easy to tell it outside."
Seeing that Xi Yu ignored him, Zhou Qingyun whispered against the window: "Actually, there is a list of names in my room, hidden by this body under the pillow, and a note written in blood, asking us to be careful. My own maid."
"Senior sister, think about it, we are all living people from outside, and our purpose is to go out. One more person will give us more strength. What can I do to you?"
"Those maids are different. Didn't we say that there is a smell of blood in the room today? Maybe those maids killed the previous owner of the house and left them behind. Those maids are all ghosts in ghost stories!"
Zhou Qingyun outside the window could not get a response from Xi Yu for a long time, and his voice suddenly became sharp: "Sister Xi, did that damn maid tell you something? You must not believe her, she is all lying to you!"
"Senior Sister Xi! Senior Sister——"
Zhou Qingyun's entire face was squeezed against the window, and his facial features were so crowded that they were almost deformed, but he couldn't squeeze through the window screen, which seemed as thin as paper.
"Open the door, open the door. It's cold outside. Can you let me in?"
Her voice slowly turned into the rustling sound of countless insects crawling on the wood.
