"Old Hei, you don't seem to be in the right mood these past two days?"
The sturdy man known as Lao Hei squatted on the paint bucket, smoking a cigarette sadly.
The paint bucket sitting under his butt was the one he had carried that day.
He would carry this bucket wherever he went to threaten people. The difference was whether the person being threatened knew it or not.
If he knows the sign, he will come back with the bucket. If he doesn't know the sign, the bucket of paint will be in close contact with the wall at the door of the other person's house.
The strong man took two puffs of cigarette to numb his nerves with nicotine.
His companion was right, there was something wrong with his recent mood.
"Old Hei...Oo Hei!" Someone tapped the strong man on the shoulder from behind, startling him, "Hey, what are you doing, why are you so nervous?"
After being frightened, he immediately realized that the strong man behind him was his companion and shook his head: "You don't understand."
Three or four adult men were sitting together, and not far away another woman was chatting on the phone.
They were now in the courtyard outside a single-family villa on the outskirts of the city, but it was not the one called the haunted house, but another one a little far away.
This area is a villa area. Only the haunted house stands alone in a corner of the area, with only some vegetation and construction around it.
From a corner of the yard, you can see the eaves of the top floor of the haunted house. Due to neglect, some creeping plants have grown on the duplex building, giving it a somewhat eerie look.
The human returned his gaze and couldn't help but taunt his companions: "Come on, Old Hei, didn't you just go find that guy... Bai or something? Do you have such a big reaction?"
To others, this is just an ordinary thing.
Their first impression from dealing with human Baisu was that the black-haired young man rarely communicated with outsiders and was particularly concerned about his parents' affairs.
At best, it is persistence; at worst, it is paranoia.
In addition, the whole person's temperament also tends to be gloomy, and occasionally a little nagging.
The man called Lao Hei hesitated to speak.
He couldn't describe how he felt that day when he left Baisu's neighborhood with a paint bucket in his hand.
He probably walked a few blocks before he returned to normal. Then he stood at the intersection for a long time, looking very tall and irritating. Passers-by came over and asked him if he needed help.
Of course the man declined and quickly returned home.
"Bai...he's become a little weird."
He was embarrassed to call Mr. Renbai directly in front of his companions, because the strong man felt that he would be ridiculed if he called him.
He didn't speak out about the evil, because his companions would definitely ridicule this statement.
People who have never faced it will not understand.
In fact, the burly man's companion teased a few words, and then said easily: "Anyway, it's a good thing that I agreed to the live broadcast. Just wait until the kid comes and let him follow our script."
"Tsk, I don't know how that kid got so lucky and became so famous. It's just because of his face..." A certain man with a sinister look said jealously.
"Okay, okay, that's what women eat now." Another companion said, "You can probably go back to your mother's womb and recreate it now."
The man whose appearance was shocked angrily punched his companion, but the latter caught his fist.
"But why would the boss take this job? Didn't he say that we won't do live broadcasts of supernatural beings?"
"The money given by the other party is large. It seems that we won't tell the outside world that it is a haunted house. We will erase the room address and announce it after the broadcast is over... It's too bad. It's someone else's live broadcast room anyway. Why are you worried about this?"
"It was also his live broadcast room that was blocked. Who told that kid to owe us?"
Several men chatted with each other, and finally the conversation came to the haunted house itself.
"Hey Lao Hei, is that house really haunted?"
No one really spent the night there, they just went in to look around and set up the equipment for live broadcast, and quickly exited.
According to the client, he and his family moved in the house after buying it, and they only stayed there for three days before moving out.
The client was more concerned about his life. He claimed that he saw many incredible scenes and encountered supernatural events in the house.
Furthermore, he wanted to sell the house, but the reviews of the house were not very good, so he wanted to live-stream the whole stunt.
Whether the gimmick is good or bad, the client has an agenda.
"So why didn't the client find a Taoist priest? Or someone else to exorcise evil spirits?" Someone asked from the soul.
"Maybe it's more expensive... I heard that those masters only appear for this amount once." Another person compared the numbers, which made people gasp.
"It's so easy to make money..." the man sighed, "So it's really because we're cheap, right?"
No, it's not cheap.
The man known as Lao Hei blew out a few smoke rings again and touched his shriveled wallet.
Because Bai Su had received the information but had yet to reply, although he could threaten him with a contract, the burly man shook his head and changed to a more vulgar method - spending money.
Bai Su: I originally wanted to delay it for a while, but the other party gave me too much.
As a result, Baisu agreed, and the live broadcast was scheduled for the seventh of this month.
In the first few days of the month, this group of people even went to the live broadcast room to observe.
Although they didn't know what it was like to watch a man eating, the number of comments and the number of viewers were very high, so they felt relieved.
One thing is, why do you have to watch "Xiaobai No. 2" in the barrage?
The man called Lao Hei has studied it a little, but he has no desire to chat now.
While waiting for someone to come to the door, a phone call came in. The burly man answered it, listened for a while, and then replied feebly: "What? If he wants to go, let him go... No, don't stop him, everything is up to him... ...He paid for it as well...I will reimburse you when he comes back!"
After saying that, the man hung up the phone and took the last puff of the cigarette in his hand sadly.
Perhaps taking this job was the worst decision he had made recently.
About an hour later, the car picking me up came back.
The companions didn’t understand why they were asked to pick him up here, and clamored to give such a boy an address and let him come over on his own.
The strong man shook his head and asked someone to drive the car.
Now that the car is back, the rest of the people immediately gather around the door to see what they think of as the "pretty boy."
The "boy" got out of the car, ignored the others calmly, walked to the other side of the back seat and opened the door.
Then, he took out a large and small shopping bag from the back seat. Judging from the logo printed on the bag, it came from a nearby large shopping mall.
"Hey, hey, hey...what are you going to do?" Someone asked as if looking for trouble, "...?"
Bai Su didn't answer immediately, but put the bag into the driver's hand and closed the door.
Then, he asked with some confusion: "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon, what are you going to eat at night if you don't buy some ingredients?"
"By the way, the haunted house can also open fire, right?"
(End of chapter)
