When we entered the live broadcast room, Xia Min and I were both shocked.
This mysterious man really lives up to his name, wearing a bloody werewolf hood on his head.
Unlike other anchors, he didn't say a word.
I focused my gaze on the top of the screen again.
The signal is still full.
This space can absorb light and sound, so it is a purely closed space.
But why is there still a signal?
While I was in a daze, Xiao Min suddenly pulled me and said, "Look."
I calmed down and looked at the picture on the screen again: "Isn't this the arch?"
"yes!"
Xiao Min's hands suddenly started to shake: "He is at the entrance of the cemetery!"
Judging from the picture, this is indeed the case.
The location of the mysterious man is the entrance to the cemetery.
At this time, the camera was moving slowly, and when the two-story building appeared in the camera, the camera stopped abruptly.
Looking at the live broadcast, Xia Min couldn't help but exclaimed.
"What he was photographing was the building where we were trapped!"
For a moment, I even forgot to breathe.
From the moment he entered the live broadcast room, the mysterious man didn't say a word. Only the werewolf hood kept staring at the screen.
Now that he is pointing the camera at us, what exactly does he want to do?
"Zhuo La, Zhuo La..."
As the sound of shoe soles scraping against the ground was heard, the camera began to move forward.
This is coming for us!
My two eyes long to be on the screen, and I dare not miss any details.
I listened for a while and quickly turned up the volume as loud as possible.
I turned to Xia Min and asked, "This man is lame."
"how do you know?"
"Don't ask, think quickly now, are there any cripples among your enemies?"
I listened carefully and analyzed firmly: "The right leg is lame."
Xia Min frowned, pursed her lips and thought for a long time, and finally shook her head: "No."
"Did you hear wrongly?"
"Impossible." I put the receiver to Xia Min's ear: "The footsteps are obviously dragging, and if you look carefully at the camera, every time he raises his leg, the camera will shake more to the right."
After a moment, Xia Min still shook her head: "My husband and I have no friends or enemies."
"This person's most obvious characteristics have been revealed. Now it's up to you. As long as you can match him, I can find a way."
At this juncture, it is indeed a bit uncomfortable to put all the problems on one person.
But there is no way, she can only face this matter by herself.
I patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Relax and think slowly."
At this moment, Xia Min looked at the screen: "Why are there so many people?"
I followed his gaze and saw that the number in the upper right corner was tens of thousands.
This number has exceeded the number of people in Xia Min's live broadcast room last night.
This mysterious man has not said a word since the start of the broadcast, and he is not like Xia Min, the elder brother and the younger brother. Why are the number of people in the live broadcast room so exaggerated?
At this point, I discovered another problem.
I pointed at the screen and asked in a low voice: "Are the people here real people?"
"There will be some robots, but not many."
"Then, is it possible to have hundreds of thousands of robots?"
Xia Min curled her lips and smiled: "What are you thinking? Absolutely impossible."
"Okay." I clapped my hands and said, "A new problem has emerged."
"When you broadcast live last night, the number of people was about one-third that of the mysterious person, and the barrage was already flying all over the sky."
Xia Min was quite smart and immediately said, "Huh? It's really true!"
"Why don't even one of the hundreds of thousands of people have anyone to talk to?"
I thought about it for a long time and analyzed: "More than a hundred thousand people gathered together, no one said anything, they just watched quietly."
"Today..." I raised my wrist and shook it at her: "August 16th, the day when the gates of hell are closed."
Things seem to be becoming clearer.
Xia Min's eyes rolled, and she whispered softly: "Do you think they have discussed this in advance?"
"That's right, they have such a tacit understanding."
"It's like holding a customary ceremony."
After that, I asked again: "You have been in this circle for so long, have you ever heard of the anchor named Mysterious Man?"
"No, never."
Xia Min's affirmative reply made me more confident.
Maybe it really is some kind of ceremony.
At this time, the screen suddenly stopped, followed by the mysterious man breathing heavily.
The sound of breathing was loud, and the movement was comparable to that of an old bellows.
"Lame, not in good health." I looked at Xia Min again: "Can you remember?"
